<?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-8007433881952996408</id><updated>2011-08-03T03:37:00.856+08:00</updated><category term='i love the feeling'/><category term='Computer back to normal. tagggggg'/><category term='andifeellikenooneisreadingmybloganymoree'/><category term='*smile'/><category term='I love you daddy;'/><category term='Birthday girl'/><title type='text'>Suhailah Begum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7637021986268288387</id><published>2010-10-29T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:05:07.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M BACK. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-7637021986268288387?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7637021986268288387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7637021986268288387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-292841562575275592</id><published>2010-08-20T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:07:03.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;After reading some blog posts, it really tempt to update this blog of mine. Everyone has been complaining they are too tired. Cause waking up early for sahur and these destroys my few hours of sleep. Well, so far, i've never missed any puasa except the ones during my period. Quite proud about that. Of course, there are some stuff bugging me like all these while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Firstly, PRELIMS AND N LEVELS ARE AROUND THE CORNER. I never wanna flunk it and never will i. It's a little fear in my telling me about the exams. WHAT IF? All these kind of question around me, have not been answered. I want to this to be over as soon as possible. Cause i've a feeling of breaking down anytime soon if it it too stress. Basically, Tamil has been a really big headache. I've not been doing good all these while. I should really buck up. English is another headache. I doing good in Paper 1 but Paper 2? No idea. I'm fine with it if i'm able to pass at least both my languages. Math, Science, Humanities and F&amp;amp;N is always fine. My F&amp;amp;N file is selected for moderation. Now, that i've some changes to be made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Secondly, people still wondering if i'm still in ____. Of course, i'm still in ____ with _____. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can just possibly get over this feeling. I every time see ___ in school. How am i not suppose to get over this feeling? Oh c'mon, there must be some break just for me to get over this thing. I know it aint going to work any longer than this. I bet i'll just have to shutup and wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thirdly, things going around me not really good. I dont know why. People will say stuff like really flattering. For example, "I WANNA BE WITH YOUR FORVER..." "I LOVE HIM..." But, in the end, it just goes into the rubbishbin. I'm just saying generally. Cause when you have the perfect person beside you, why do you have to go for another one? :&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AS USUAL, EYEWASH WHENEVER I GET TO SEE _____. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm happy with what i have now and what is surrounded by me now. &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/8007433881952996408-292841562575275592?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/292841562575275592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/292841562575275592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-reading-some-blog-posts-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2235362903795619747</id><published>2010-08-05T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:00:46.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TFrSFGOMWLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5g87TzhaYho/s1600/Suaeee058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TFrSFGOMWLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5g87TzhaYho/s320/Suaeee058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501940879797803186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Salams. Tomorrow is National Day Celebrations so as usual, we are performing. I think it will be the last performance. Long weekend from tomorrow till next Tuesday. Yes, the following day is PRELIM. And i'm actually quite prepared. I'll have to spend the rest of the upcoming days on studying. I should not give up. PERSEVERE! I should always tell myself not to give up and try your best to study and get all the memorization stuff in your head. I think i'll just end it here. Right, i'm tired.. sleeping. TOODLES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NIGHTS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-2235362903795619747?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2235362903795619747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2235362903795619747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/08/salams.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TFrSFGOMWLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5g87TzhaYho/s72-c/Suaeee058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-3440627065696205967</id><published>2010-08-01T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:22:03.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okayy, for those who have been telling me that i've not been updating this blog. Here it goes. All the previous weeks were pretty hectic, i guess. I've been trying my best to finish all my homeworks on time. Probably, i do. Mock papers results were shit i guess. Have not gotten back with physics and english mock papers. I am waiting for that. Talking about PHYSICS, it suck to the core. I mean i know i also was in the fault. I can apologize for that. But please, when as a teacher you also in the fault. People at the back do talk and then only pin point at us. You've got to be fair enough for everyone. You wanna do like this.. THEN C'MON BRING IT ON! I'm ready to face anything, you bitch. (ASSHOLE) I'm just not happy with how she behaved with us the previous lesson. You don't try to be lame here. And please, you got to act like some teacher not like a small kid. Let's just drop this topic cause i dont wanna waste time on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Later going to water soccer which i've been waiting for so long. I've finished all my works. I'll be returning back home late i guess. Hopefully, i'll return home with no injuries which is impossible. I dont wanna anyone fall on me cause i wont be able to endure your weight on me. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Alright, i think i shall end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Bare with me. Cause prelims around the corner as well as N level. I just got to give my best shot.. And i need to stop going out on friday night which i really hate to do it. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-3440627065696205967?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/3440627065696205967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/3440627065696205967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/08/okayy-for-those-who-have-been-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-8925205762848398109</id><published>2010-07-04T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:57:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY WANT TO WATCH ECLIPSE. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-8925205762848398109?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8925205762848398109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8925205762848398109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/07/basically-nothing-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-9016547769595690199</id><published>2010-07-01T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:04:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Assala alaikum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okayy, i know i've not been updating this blog. let me just get this straight. school is pretty much fun and tiring at the same time. It's been an hectic week and it's only like the first week of school. I need to work a lot for MY HUMANITIES. suppose to catch ECLIPSE today but MR NGIEN ruined it totally. he badly wanted to have a Math test today that really stretched my whole afternoon. It really took a very long time to do finish. i think it was average paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okayy, moving on. we've been acting very weird towards each other. for like the past few days, we've been not contacting each other. whenever i turn to see, i just forget how to smile. it's very weird between us. somehow, i think it's back in track. and FARHANA saw him coincidentally at the MAC. there she goes, text me to tell that she saw him. QUITE FUNNY THOUGH. i swear it's very weird. let's just keep it like that. guess what? i was actually trying to hide my feelings. but the more i meet him during school time, there it goes. I JUST CANT STOP LOOKING OUT FOR HIM. alright, i gotta school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i shall get to bed now. catch up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AND I REALLY HOPE TO WATCH ECLIPSE WITH _______. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-9016547769595690199?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/9016547769595690199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/9016547769595690199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/07/assala-alaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-8059091661032897360</id><published>2010-06-20T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:31:45.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy, maybe i was little inspired by someone's post and that brings me here to update this blog. Here we are, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;Typical Saturday, attended Ms Rakeezah's engagement. Though i was the only one who was invited, i still managed to put through the whole evening. And i had to like behave like a girl. I saw lots of known faces. The weirdest part is that, this woman came up to me and said that i look familiar for her. And the best part is, i dont even know her. Okayy, moving on. The food was awesome and I had so much fun with the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'M STILL A MUSLIM. And i know what are the stuff should be done or not to be done being a muslim. Excuse me? You dont have to accuse me for following the indian traditional. It's not that i want to be an Indian and never going to be. I still have a little no, alot of respect for being a muslim. Even though, my race is Indian but what am i actually following is the MUSLIM CUSTOM. You dont really have to say what am i and what am i going to be in the future. It's really sickening when i hear those words. I dont have the little dot on my forehead and i'm never going to wear it permanently. I only wear it like during my dance performance. Let me just repeat myself. I'm never going to follow the Indian custom and I will always follow the MUSLIM CUSTOM. Now that, i've stated this clearly you are not going to judge me and never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, i'm just a little pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-8059091661032897360?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8059091661032897360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8059091661032897360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/06/okayy-maybe-i-was-little-inspired-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-1751778262433701084</id><published>2010-06-14T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:21:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TBXX3layeuI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wtCtC5YnSOU/s1600/2408535634_f9953a5dbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482525471330695906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TBXX3layeuI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wtCtC5YnSOU/s320/2408535634_f9953a5dbf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Endless Love"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-1751778262433701084?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1751778262433701084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1751778262433701084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/06/endless-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TBXX3layeuI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wtCtC5YnSOU/s72-c/2408535634_f9953a5dbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2462165927097034998</id><published>2010-06-04T20:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:57:25.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Okayy, i'm back in track. Basically, i was lazy to update this. Nevermindd, now that i've some stuffs to update about.&lt;br /&gt;First Day : Pulau Besar&lt;br /&gt;We reached the mosque in the afternoon. We prayed before entering the chalet. We bought "AYAT KURSI." Then, we had this worst tour guide who was showing us the place around. It was the worst trip in the van. Though it's not worth, i still enjoyed the roller coaster ride. Thru the night, the two monkeys and myself did not sleep just because of that irritating snoring sounds. Well, that was my reason for not sleeping. I can never sleep when people are snoring. We were entertaining each other by telling ghost stories. Awesome, the first night did not get to sleep thru the night. The toilet was not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6zaAMIZI/AAAAAAAAAek/8yKUqmrfdGU/s1600/SV102522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478904707756597650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6zaAMIZI/AAAAAAAAAek/8yKUqmrfdGU/s320/SV102522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6yXGDJrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZfuHsUHgmCM/s1600/SV102521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478904689795999410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6yXGDJrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZfuHsUHgmCM/s320/SV102521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6xwlpJVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0451a-L_jLQ/s1600/SV102509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478904679459530066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6xwlpJVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0451a-L_jLQ/s320/SV102509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478904676160279490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6xkTCk8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/QH6UNZJS4Xw/s320/SV102484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Second Day: Kota Tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That Saturday morning we left and suppose to have reached Kota Tinggi afternoon. Instead, we checked in the hotel around 8++. It was freaking tiring as most of the time spent on travelling the whole day. Seriously, that night was awesome. We played games thru the night and hearing to my aunties and uncles love stories and how they get married and stuff. FREAKING AWESOME! My cousins did not fail to entertain me. We laughed thru the night and went to sleep around 5am. Got to sleep for about three hours and prepared to leave for Johor. Another short journey. We shoped around the shopping malls and catched a movie. Not as bad though, and i enjoyed the time with my lovable people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAoeqGGnOvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/rW3Ix7x1o3E/s1600/SV102552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479225605191318258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAoeqGGnOvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/rW3Ix7x1o3E/s320/SV102552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479225594916733090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAoepf09gKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Q2FaAb1-fgU/s320/SV102544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAoeo0oIk9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fyp3tLFtYwE/s1600/SV102543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479225583320208338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAoeo0oIk9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/fyp3tLFtYwE/s320/SV102543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAoeoqzs0LI/AAAAAAAAAfM/18v4135ztiU/s1600/SV102536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479225580684366002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAoeoqzs0LI/AAAAAAAAAfM/18v4135ztiU/s320/SV102536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Overall, i had so much fun that i almost died. Laughed till my ass off. I really hope so there will be another outing with them again and we would not sleep thru the night again playing games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LOVE YOU PEOPLE SO MUCH. &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/8007433881952996408-2462165927097034998?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2462165927097034998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2462165927097034998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/06/okayy-im-back-in-track.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/TAj6zaAMIZI/AAAAAAAAAek/8yKUqmrfdGU/s72-c/SV102522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-6470722890083504271</id><published>2010-05-26T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:20:45.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEAR BLOG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm not doing good. just a little hurt. nowadays, i'm being used as a laughing stock. seriously, it hurt me alot. i mean my friends know what i mean. i dont have the courage to go up to you'll and say it out. so yeah, please stop it. it's kinda hurting that when you do that to me. i mean it's okayy that i am being bullied/disturb/irritated to a certain extent. but, as days goes by, i being hurt to the maximum that after i returned home, i start to tear. even now, i cannot take it. it just hurt me so much. i understand it's a fun for you guys by irritating me. but, please could just spare me a thought too? i just dont wanna explode to you guys cause i know it doesnt works out. it's a little heartbreaking to hear all those names called for me. i know what am i and i dont need your comments. if this a little harsh, then i'm sorry. but no matter what, you guys are always my preetiest and luckiest buddies. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BUT DO MIND SPARING A THOUGHT FOR ME? AND KEEP TO AN EXTENT OF CALLING ME THAT NAMES. IT'S JUST AINT RIGHT AND I FEEL SO HURT. I'M SURE YOU GUYS ALSO DOES NOT WANT TO BE TREATED IN THAT MANNER. NOW, I FEEL SO INSECURED. I'M SORRY. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But, you guys dont have to feel bad. i'll be fine by few days. hopefully, i could get a new environment. alright, i shall end it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-6470722890083504271?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6470722890083504271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6470722890083504271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-blog-im-not-doing-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-1589792990563481082</id><published>2010-05-20T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:58:43.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i did not attend school. simply tired. woked up 1pm. i was seriously deprived for sleep. toay was not that bad. oh, yesterday i got back my results. i knew MYE RESULTS is going to be sucky. i expected and i'm going to work extra hard for prelims. the only thing i failed was english. how embarrassing could it get? seriously, i think i failed my english mock paper even badly than MYE paper. but, i did improve. i dont know what is up with me? i should start to READ MOREE BOOKS. okayy, i'm so in love with books now. i need to get the one about an arbian girl who got divorced at age of 9. today, luvenia popped by my house to gave my homeworks. yes, i finished some of my homeworks too. i should list down my june holidays plan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watch letters from juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my preety ladies out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;new phone (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;study at least 4 hours a day. (mcmphm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okayy, i shall end it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(luvenia has been pestering me to ask him. should i ask him?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm still confusedd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-1589792990563481082?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1589792990563481082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1589792990563481082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-not-attend-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-152905848951187835</id><published>2010-05-18T18:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:17:40.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S_JnWdDf52I/AAAAAAAAAd0/AXrNUpUEFnY/s1600/32491_398022439804_750459804_4041487_8267435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472550132662658914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S_JnWdDf52I/AAAAAAAAAd0/AXrNUpUEFnY/s320/32491_398022439804_750459804_4041487_8267435_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dear blog, i'm here to express all my feelings today. Firstly, i just want to blend in with everyone around me. though it's hard and i'm trying my best. i'm trying to be myself. it's simply hard when he's around. right, i gotta give this up. it's really an embarrassing thing where the person keeps rejecting. right, i gotta stop this. i aint going to do this anymore. that day with Luvenia was awesome. i really admired those who dance classical dance. though i didnt have an interest in my young times. now i regret. of course, she had wonderful expressions. it feels so heavenly. it's a simple logic between the love of a girl and boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU FIGHT WITH YOUR PARTNER, YOU STILL&lt;br /&gt;GO BACK TO CHECK ON&lt;br /&gt;HIM. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S_JneiAtZ9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/jusJPCxhjdo/s1600/32491_398022484804_750459804_4041493_6276690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472550271432091602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S_JneiAtZ9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/jusJPCxhjdo/s320/32491_398022484804_750459804_4041493_6276690_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now that i'm superbly doing good with my preety ladies. we seriously having a good time together. in a couple of days, it's HAYATI ZAKARIA birthday. *planningofwhattodo* she finally said the whole truth to us. i'm proud of my ladies. everyone's got theirs. okayy, we are planning alot of stuff this june holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And i still yet to watch LAST SONG. could someone spare their time with me? i really want to watch that movie. please, i just asked ASHWATH. i really hope so he can tagg along with me. if not, whose going to tagg with me? i really want to watch that movie badly please. THE COUPLE headed their way to theatre today. i really want to watch that movie. hopefully, some pigg will follow me. i really want to watch it. I BEGGG YOU GODDYY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-152905848951187835?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/152905848951187835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/152905848951187835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-blog-im-here-to-express-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S_JnWdDf52I/AAAAAAAAAd0/AXrNUpUEFnY/s72-c/32491_398022439804_750459804_4041487_8267435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2145438269140017375</id><published>2010-05-17T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:01:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today was awesome. I made new friends, of course. somehow, i got myself to fit in. it's kinda hard but okayy. apart from that, the dance performance was really a brilliant one. in fact, it's EXTRODINARY. okayy, i came back home 11.45pm. seriously, i'm tired. but, i just cannot sleep. probably, the next two days i will not be able to step out of my house. but, how am i suppose to make it on tues? ohhgosh. that's it, i'm going to push it forward. but, preety good that i can have enough bed rest. i want to get that ARAB book. it's like in my head for a very long time. *in my head, you'll over me.* oh, cut that crappp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Important stuff to tell. DOWN WITH LOVE. it's the perfect love story for me. seriously, i'm in love with them. their chemistry is so perfect and i can feel their love. seriously, they always make my saturday night ROMANTIC. i'm so in love with themm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moving on, seriously, i had those kind of bitches. they act as if they earn for the money and spending it alot. O-M-G! like would you mind growing up? it may be that you're from a rich background. but it isnt your money that you have to spent thriftily. it's the money that your parents work hard and earn them. she talks as if she earn so hard and trynna look down on other people. seriously, what is up with you? you gotta stop these preety laddy. (notreally) right, i gotta catch up. i aint going to relax down. june hols is going to be a full swing of studying. of course, weekends will be filled with joy. the first week will not be in SINGAPORE. i still have no idea where am i going to. okayy, apart from that.. i think that's it. shall end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NIGHTS. :)&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/8007433881952996408-2145438269140017375?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2145438269140017375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2145438269140017375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-1058363389769775250</id><published>2010-05-15T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:47:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S-6l7TrJEFI/AAAAAAAAAds/j8EJoLfriOo/s1600/76277638-e271021b59a88e2da457e5e205ddf6f4_4ba2b3e6-full.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471493035613818962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S-6l7TrJEFI/AAAAAAAAAds/j8EJoLfriOo/s320/76277638-e271021b59a88e2da457e5e205ddf6f4_4ba2b3e6-full.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY GOSHH.! I WANT TO WATCH LAST SONG. WHO'S UP FOR IT?&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/8007433881952996408-1058363389769775250?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1058363389769775250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1058363389769775250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my-goshh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S-6l7TrJEFI/AAAAAAAAAds/j8EJoLfriOo/s72-c/76277638-e271021b59a88e2da457e5e205ddf6f4_4ba2b3e6-full.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-9034954432066451685</id><published>2010-05-14T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:40:49.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ohh. Finally exams are wayy over.. Wait, it's not way over. Sheesh..still have N'level. Okayy, for now i'm little relaxed. I really want to catch the movie LAST SONG. I'm badly in need to watch. Hopefully someone actually tags along with me. Today was awesome day with my girls'. Indeed, great one. I think my girls would really agree to the core. Right, we bought back food as well drinks. We watched FINAL DESTINATION 4 &amp;amp; NEW MOON. As usual, it was way awesome man. We were cracking jokes all the way while watching FD4. It was seriously a gore thing to see people die just like that. PLEASE I DO NOT WANT TO DIE IN THIS MANNER. New Moon, as usual, my girls and I did scream for the HOTTEST part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yeah, lemme get this straight here. I think nowadays my dad has been a pain in my neck. It's like i need get over this seriously. Somehow, i put him through. But, i'm very sure it's going to be a horrible time after this. I've been trying to calm myself down but jyeah, he is simply putting words into my mouth. Oh goshh, please kill me. It is so hurtful to see someone especially my dad who do not trust you. Okayy, i dont want to brag about this. I'm just going to put this aside and am going to enjoy my fullest for the upcoming days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okayy. Dekno na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bye. (:&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/8007433881952996408-9034954432066451685?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/9034954432066451685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/9034954432066451685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-5419921124490885064</id><published>2010-05-04T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:07:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OHHH, I CANT WAIT FOR MYE TO BE OVER.. BE BACKK WITH A LONG POSTTT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;^^I WANNA WATCH DATE NIGHT AND LAST SONGG. (:&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/8007433881952996408-5419921124490885064?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5419921124490885064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5419921124490885064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohhh-i-cant-wait-for-mye-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7493306159602581030</id><published>2010-05-01T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:56:19.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohh, cut the crapp people. really, ive been reading a few post and all that is written is about relationship that is complicated. seriously, this gotta stop. pleasee larhh, groww up. actually, i'm kinda doing good with mine. not really mine, just a friend. we've just made the second step. really, i have to work hard for this week's exams. i cant possibly flopping it. pleasee, i begg myself. finally, my sister's engagement was over. i just cant wait for her marriage. is another PARETYY BABE. ohh, first time in my life going to wear saree to a wedding. i know it's simply weird but i think i'll survive as i have exactly tied it before. but, it's very tight and itchy. okayy, apart from that.. i think yeapp that's it. now that, i keep sneezing i really hope that i wont fall sick. i cant even breathe thru' my nose. i hate doing this. Sathia is watching movie so no sign of texting. yeapp, kinda boreddd. ohh, today is LUVENIA'S PERFORMANCE. i badly wanted to watch also. now the rest, also cant watch as all the tickets have been sold. *evil laugh* rightt, gotta prep alot of work. need to wake up early morning to start on my work. 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(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-7493306159602581030?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7493306159602581030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7493306159602581030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohh-cut-crapp-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-8155064363321114515</id><published>2010-04-22T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:44:26.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okayy, i was so inspired by reading other blog posts.so just gave a shot to update mine.well, basically i failed my practical.i have to do it AGAIN.it's really a hard time.you know i just hate it when your effort does not pay off.she simply just commented that it's not nice.i know how it feels.now that, ive gotta be extra prepared.i really have to put in my whole lot of efforts.i just hate it man.seriously, i do not want to cook for my kids every single day.i just cannot digest the cooking of myself.how are my kids going to digest it?well, my carrot cake that actually helped me out.so jyeah.and it is also kinda embarrassing, I'M THE ONLY GIRL.but, thanks to _______.when it comes to cooking, it doesn't mean a girl has to cook better than the guys.well, i'm not the type of girl for like kitchen.PRACTICE MAKE PERFECT.okayy, let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;School is alright for the past few days.apart from Monday.MY MONTHLY BEST FRIEND HAS ARRIVED.of course, i was so pissed off in the morning.during chemistry, i could really take it.after doing test, i just had to place my head on the table.i felt as if it was the last moments of my life.it ain't easy to sustain the pain in school.all the while in school, i went "grrrr.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why must i be a girl?Why a girl must go thru this?Can the god actually give equal pain to the guy also?IT IS NOT FAIR.in a way, the GUYS ARE LUCKY.in other ways or more ways, GIRLS ARE LUCKY.(hahahaha) okayy, tomorrow is Friday.just cant wait for the holidays.mid year is around the corner.of course, i have to study hard.first paper is MT followed by SOCIAL STUDIES.i want to really do well for the SS paper.then, MATH.it's really a pain in my neck.I WANT TO GET IT OVER ASAP.other subjects are manageable.but GEOGRAPHY HAS A LOT OF MEMORISATION TO BE DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;okayy, shall end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GOODNIGHTSS. SWEET DREAMS. (:&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/8007433881952996408-8155064363321114515?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8155064363321114515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8155064363321114515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/okayy-i-was-so-inspired-by-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2557964268180966852</id><published>2010-04-18T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:54:02.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S8nni9Bq6zI/AAAAAAAAAdk/q4PILQKS8gw/s1600/SV102359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461150610846575410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S8nni9Bq6zI/AAAAAAAAAdk/q4PILQKS8gw/s320/SV102359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Monday is my PRACTICAL EXAM.i really want to put on my best work.i really hope that my cooking turns out good.SCARED, NERVOUS, PANICKY AND WORRIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okayy, here i go.today i woke up late as usual.and there my dad goess by saying his.... ohh, i badly wanted to go to mosque to see my cousins.but i had works to do.seriously, lotssaa of works.i need to keep up with time.&amp;amp;again for that, my dad and i quarrelled.obviously, he did not understand me again.he said I'M BEEN SELF-SCENTED.when other people ask out then i go, when he asked me out then cannot go.WOITTS! he doesnt have to connect things anyhow and talk like that.basically, i really cannot go and that's it.you do not have to put up another story.is he going to do my MATH HOMEWORK FOR ME?obviously, you cant.then he talks as if i'm in wrong.i've been trying myself to actually spent time at least a little with my family.but at that rate that i'm going, i dont think so i have also.seriously, my work load has increased.by the time, i reach back home would be evening.adding on, have to go for tuition.PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME!I wanna screamm my lungss outt!STOP BOTHERING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;apart from this, _ _ _ _ _ _ is another pain in my neck.i just dont wanna see it anymore.i really want to get over it.no more, oh and my uncle asked.he added me in fb and saw all the comments.oopss..wrong.i said there's nothing.but he's understandable.so jyeahh, i dont mind sharing my stuff with him. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okayy, i need to catch some sleep. need to wake up early tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Need to start on tamil composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gotta prepare stuff for PRACTICAL EXAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Go study with NIIKII at MAC. (anybody want to tagg along?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Come back home and pack my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THAT'S IT READY FOR NEXT DAY SCHOOL. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-2557964268180966852?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2557964268180966852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2557964268180966852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-is-my-practical-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S8nni9Bq6zI/AAAAAAAAAdk/q4PILQKS8gw/s72-c/SV102359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-5699447972147608085</id><published>2010-04-17T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:25:59.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;OHH, I'M SUCH A DUMBASS. It could be left untold. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okayy, let's just put that aside.seriously, i'm starting to read books.there was a conversation regarding this with my dad previously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;DAD: why are you carrying that dog book wherever you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ME: my problem lah, do you have anything about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;DAD: Now, i know why you're carrying it. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okayy, i should start to say something. i need to start revise my previous work. i really feel like i'm slacking alot. MONDAY I GOT PRACTICAL. i very scared. hopefully i dont really mess up the whole thing. and i want to cook finish all my four dishes at the given time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-5699447972147608085?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5699447972147608085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5699447972147608085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohh-im-such-dumbass.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4294470653760409355</id><published>2010-04-15T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:47:34.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm always been such a jerk. Okayy, here am i pouring all out. You should have just told me? Woitts, i'm not that bad y'know. I can understand. I've never forced you neither i'll break this _________ of yours. Please uh, how can i possibly do that when i'm actually girl ? I have learnt appreciate other people's liking. Just going to let it be. When it's time for it, then i'll think about it. But actually i do not want to let my tears for this kind of stuff. Basically, i do not wanna be a typical girl. Seriously, i think it hurts alot. Previously, i did not cry. But why for this ? I'm not to your expectance ? Fine, let it be then. I aint going to look up on you nor acknowledge you. Thank you so much. But i always would want to treasure all those memorable moments with you. Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&amp;amp;i really need let it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;i swear i do not like to emo and do not like tear for this kind of stuff.&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/8007433881952996408-4294470653760409355?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4294470653760409355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4294470653760409355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhh-i-want-to-get-it-right-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-5921763192299119615</id><published>2010-04-12T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:51:31.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M NOT FEELING GOOD.&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/8007433881952996408-5921763192299119615?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5921763192299119615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5921763192299119615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-feeling-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7435392821347903211</id><published>2010-04-11T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:53:46.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday was awesome.Water soccer is always fun.moreover, i think i was raped alot of times.particularly not saying anything.but, i'm sorry anis to kick you there.i didnt mean to.Just imagine if a fat guy fall on top of you?I feel like the mashed potato.i could not breathe for a moment and trying to gasp for air.it hurts alot especially my stomache, damn f-ing pain.of course, all of them made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but yesterday morning, was not good.i woke up too early surprisingly.dad took noticed about it and came upon to me asking about what was going on.i do not really want to elaborate about it.the things that he told me last night really hurt me alot.he said "i aint going to trust you.call your teacher, i want to talk to her?" And he literally asked if i was with her at the water soccer.Damnnshit, i could take it &amp;amp; tears started to roll down my cheeks.Heyy, it's the first time my dad has done this to me.I swear my father has never lost his trust on me, maybe once?But because of the morning, he actually did not believe what i said.I was trying to explain and did not let me to talk even.Of course, i needed things to be sorted out with him.My mom is really a PAIN IN MY NECK.she does not have to interfere in stuff between my dad and myself.she's got nothing to do about it and she does not even know what was going on.Simply, i do not like a third person interfering into my stuff.okayy, here i'm going again about her.right, end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But of course, i did sort things between my dad in the morning.i talked to him openly.Telling every single thing about myself and her.I tried to explain like she really love him but she just cannot afford to just break this relationship.&amp;amp;yeah, he understood.but i have a feeling that he actually did not get my points right.he just kept saying that i am also in a relationship.should i tell that i'm actually only crushing?ohh pleasee,i do not really want to say this kind of stuff.SHOULD I OR NOT?He said she should go talk to her dad A-S-A-P.I know it's hard.jyeah, it's up to her.Okayy, ending it here.I still have works to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&amp;amp;i want to know hayati's situation.wish i could do something to help her.I'm sorry for what is going on but i'm not really sure.if there's anything that i could help, do sure that i'm there for you sygg.(: Love you like lotss. &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/8007433881952996408-7435392821347903211?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7435392821347903211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7435392821347903211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2916272253236475943</id><published>2010-04-09T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:03:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been telling myself to stop this.i've this mixed feelings going around me.and it's not good man.aiseyymann, i really do not like this feeling.she keep emphasizing that actually we do not even know the truth.haizz.right, going to keep it low profile.just going to shut my gap.i can never stay like this for a very long time.when the truth is out, i should start to move on.to tell the truth, i aint lucky enough in whatever i want to get.please.i believe that whatever you badly want means you will get it.but, for my case, i think it's the total opposite.i think every single one of the daughter should have a very good relationship with their daughter.i dont know why.but i feel like saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nowadays, papa and me do not really talk to each other that much.most to most, he will just knock on my door asking if i had my food or not.i really miss those times with him talking about every single thing.i dont know why.i miss him suddenly terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then yesterday, i was talking about relationships to him.he knows about both my friends' relationship.jyeah, he knows man.then he slowly moved on to mine, asking if i like anyone.i just cutt the crap and moved on.he said he's very proud of FITRI &amp;amp; FAHMY relationship.AISEYYMANN.right, HE'S REALLY PROUD OF THEM.tomorrow going to WATER SOCCER.excited man.officially, not going out anymore to enjoy unless regarding to work.i've always wanted to know feelings of others at a point of time.like now, i want to know seriously the feeling of that person.please.please.please.okayy, right going to end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I WANT TO CATCH SOME SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ofcourse, i want to speak what i have in my heart to the person&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/8007433881952996408-2916272253236475943?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2916272253236475943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2916272253236475943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-telling-myself-to-stop-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-8459973855231129860</id><published>2010-04-07T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:34:51.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didnt attend in school.was damn tiredd.so i just gave it to myself to stay at home.tell me about it.i missed all the lessons at my own expense.i really badly wanted to sleep.i could not get myself up to the toilet.moreover, my legs were cramped.surprisingly, lion**also did not attend school.i'm surprised man.okayy, quite happy lurrh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right, I've been seeing videos of children.being a child, it's simply awesome.not like teenagers' life.child does not have to bother about anything.but the children in INDIA should be pitied.they have to work for their food.that's really bad.there's corruptions in the government.the money aren't spend wisely for the people of it's country.hey, when is this going to come to and end?in a way, we should all be lucky to be born in SINGAPORE.I'm proud to be a SINGAPOREAN.apart from that, I've always pondered about doing something for these people?we can just sit down and pity them?can we do something else other than that?something valuable?I've always want to go and help them.hopefully when i grow up, i make sure when I'm travelling around i would want to help at least one poor people.we should not be self scented.i hope there will be some change about this in the future.oh mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why is everyone caring about themselves?you can also think about others right?at least for one minute.it's quite sad but i think it's the fact.right, should be going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We should all do something for the poor people&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-8459973855231129860?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8459973855231129860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8459973855231129860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2667696208658122351</id><published>2010-04-05T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:34:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh,hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have not been updating about the most important two days.well, was out with my three lovable people on last friday night.AWESOME.suppose to catch a movie, ending up in BK.i swear it's damn crowded.no time to get ticket.so headed to JURONGPOINT.why am i not surprise to see it is also crowded?lol.then, standing and looking at everyone who walk pass us.we were planning where to eat.since, i was the shortest one down there.they were making fun of me.idiots.luvenia was f-ing taller than me with her heels of course.and taller than her bf.looks digusting not as obvious.still can tahan.there was this guy who was wearing a HUGE SHOE.mann, it looks so uggly.draggged our leggs to BURGERKING.no one was hungry except for sat and myself.i bought tendergrill meal.i dont know what did that ass buy.but he's was complaining that it was not even spicy.arrgghh.!!as usual, then carry on talking.talking about dreams and stuff.we were talking all sorts of horny stuffs.it was all NIIKII FAULT.I'M INNOCENT.(: Ohh, not forgetting saw FITRI and her family at LONGJOHNSILVER'.was quite surprised.then, hide ourself from her dad.lol.then headed to take bus, 187.right, i had a great day.like alot of fun and laughter.i love them lotss.thankkyou. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then yesterday, i woke up early surprisingly.i didnt bathe till evening.but managed to finish all my other works then go bathe.there were two bangalas who ask me to study with them.then headed to mac to study with them.most of the time, they are actually condemning about chinese.and whenever they open their mouth is all that comes out is VULGARITIES.why am i not surprised?lol.okayy, then studied.worthwhile stuyding.we left the place early.sathia's bus came early.so he ran for his bus.ahaha.right, i think that's it.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;shall end it here.notcomingonlinetonight.(dontwant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;bubye.&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/8007433881952996408-2667696208658122351?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2667696208658122351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2667696208658122351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhhey.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-8574956554838822995</id><published>2010-04-04T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:23:52.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT WAS BOOMZ ON FRIDAY NIGHTT WITH MY THREE LOVABLE PEOPLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY STUDY DATE WAS AWESOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;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/8007433881952996408-8574956554838822995?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8574956554838822995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8574956554838822995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-boomz-on-friday-nightt-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7957014473471989572</id><published>2010-04-02T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:19:08.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S7VwLj6bDFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/30nyDtYxPlI/s1600/SV102375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455389867550379090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S7VwLj6bDFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/30nyDtYxPlI/s320/SV102375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was so exciting. Am seriously lovin' the bonding of my INDIAN DANCE. I LOVE THEM TO THE CORE! Of course, they are actually really nice people. we were talking about my girls' boyfriends and stuff. as one by one entering, we poke them. it was really cool. at the same time, we were rushing for time to finish up our stuff. i swear it's the best moment with them. i love them all. headed back to needle work room after dance performance. guess what? we had inspirational talks by my two lovable ladies. officially, they are leaving dance. moreover, they are really nice people. I LOVE YOU NADHINI &amp;amp;&amp;amp; TARRANNII. (: of course, had our dinner. not really dinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we just pack the food and brought back home. but before, we went to a playground to just chill. i loved it. hmm. i love DARISHNA &amp;amp; ASWANEE. (: Ilovethemlotss. part of my family. as i was saying, the couple(das&amp;amp;niikii) needed some private time to talk. okayy, it was some sort of prank. i really felt bad but she wanted to do. finally, she broked the truth. then, **ehem**. I'M PROUD OF YOU NIIKII. (: today was actually planned a outing for my lovable people. but, i think most of them cannot make it. but, i also need some break. so heading theatre to watch movie with my three lovable people. it's going to be BOOMZ**. ILOVEIT. later going to visit uncle before going to watch movie. right, lemme just end it here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ILOVEMYINDIANDANCE. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-7957014473471989572?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7957014473471989572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7957014473471989572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-was-so-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S7VwLj6bDFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/30nyDtYxPlI/s72-c/SV102375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7073469529047493019</id><published>2010-03-29T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:27:00.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOMORROW'S THERE IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHYSICS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; SOCIAL STUDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOCK EXAMS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just feeling not good.too stressed about works.just waiting for this mock papers to be over.tmr first lesson of tutoring luvenia's brother.i hope so can do it.i'm supposed to be mugging for tmr's mock exams.so forawhile came online to entertain myself.there i am going on and on.stop it SUHAILAH.right, better start doing my work.bye, nightss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOODDNIGHTSS TO LION**(ididntseehimonline)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-7073469529047493019?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7073469529047493019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7073469529047493019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/tomorrows-there-is-chemistry-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-3905809973731872159</id><published>2010-03-28T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:59:33.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Damn lazy to type the whole thang. so point forms wil do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MOCK EXAMS ON MONDAY AND TUES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TODAY MORNING WOKE UP SO EARLY WENT FOR TUITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TUITION IN DEED WAS USEFUL FOR MOCK MATH PAPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TOMORROW HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY MORNING TO DO REVISION AND HOMEWORKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOTSS OF WORKS &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'M SO SHAGGED AND STRESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I WANT TO SCREAM MY ASS OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;RIGHT, CURRENTLY CHATTING WITH LION**. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;OKAYY, THAT'S THE END. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;oodnightss &amp;amp; sweet dreams peeps. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-3905809973731872159?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/3905809973731872159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/3905809973731872159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/damn-lazy-to-type-whole-thang.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-9155591453216907819</id><published>2010-03-27T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:46:51.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today i swear it's awesome. i could not feel the pain. was really rushing thang that i had to do. we got ready all the juniors with the base and hair before aarthi comes. successfully done. then, moving on. we were had to go up to take our prize. as usual, we were late. the teacher was actually complaining about it. was planning not to take, but yeah. we just went on. the dance start. dad was up there as well as the NCC people. i could not see anything. so i did all right for JAI HO song. but the part of fusion dance. i just cannot dance in the centre stage. i really want to get rid of that fear. i just dont know why i tend to get nervous and cannot allow people to stare at me while i'm dancing. i can never allow that. i'm trying to focus straight. but i do not know why. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pleasee, i want to get rid the fear of dancing in the centre stage. NOW I BADDDLLYYY NEEDDDD HELLLPPP! was little sad about it that i could not do it. so yeah, went on. moved on. camwhore alot with the fourexpress. they are simply awesome people who made my day too. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; so as FLIPSYAAA. I LOVE THEM TO MAX. dad was making a fun out of it while i was crying. he and his stupid joke. okayy, better off next time. asked lion** how was the dance. he said was awesome &amp;amp; better than chinese dance. well, that's quite bad. then, highlight of the day. **took photo with lion. finally, one down for wishlist. okayy, that's lame. oh, took picture with MR ARAVIN, MS STRAATEN &amp;amp; MDM CHAN. was really awesome day babes. from now onwards, gotta move on with studies. no more that i cann slackk. i should start revising. i can never imaggine this to happen. but i'm sure that NIIKII &amp;amp; I are going to step down next year only. so wait for it. but i seriously think my JUNIORS DID A GREAT JOB. i think they deserve a round of applause. they seriously did me proud as well teachers and the school. i'm really proud of them. i think we should have a talk with them on monday. dont you think so NIIKII? as i was saying, i want to really concentrate of studies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;after coming back i remembered that i have tuition early morning at 10.30 and it's a big disturbance to my sleep. i badly wanted to sleep for a very long time. and i can feel the pain in my whole body. i need too ressstttt. oh okay, shall end it here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye, GOODNIGHTS. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6zisa07mdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/KI_bRCi4VT8/s1600/SV102405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452982501582281170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6zisa07mdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/KI_bRCi4VT8/s320/SV102405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE ASWANEY BABE. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6zir81Z7uI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XVc0SgEMhfw/s1600/SV102402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452982493531205346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6zir81Z7uI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XVc0SgEMhfw/s320/SV102402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love this couple lotss. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6zirTUv02I/AAAAAAAAAdE/LltGxXpCA7M/s1600/SV102401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452982482388374370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6zirTUv02I/AAAAAAAAAdE/LltGxXpCA7M/s320/SV102401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the guy, who always entertain me. stupid SATHIA SINGHAM.&lt;br /&gt;nice guy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6ziqxC0xdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b05ViAQ3RsI/s1600/SV102375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452982473186395602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6ziqxC0xdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b05ViAQ3RsI/s320/SV102375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FLIPSYA, some are missing. I LOVE THEM LOTSS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6ziqfybOpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bTVtroo6dw4/s1600/SV102342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452982468554209938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6ziqfybOpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bTVtroo6dw4/s320/SV102342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they are also part of my family. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE THEM TOO. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-9155591453216907819?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/9155591453216907819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/9155591453216907819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-swear-its-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6zisa07mdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/KI_bRCi4VT8/s72-c/SV102405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-195847445795745743</id><published>2010-03-25T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:42:01.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, i was feeling better all this while till evening. we were having lottsaa of fun today. i kept laughing with the people around me. seriously, they rawwk my day. we were playing this cool&lt;br /&gt;game. it really entertained me lotss. we were imitating the way everyone laughs. and moreover, we had four feet to do. tarani had the best punishment.&amp;amp;pravina's four feet was the sexiest thing ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seen her. i swear. rightt. then got back home. was not really feeling good. i think i know why. wahh, damn fcuuk. why must it come at this point in time? tommoorrrow, i got dannceee lehh. please help me out. i dont' know how am i going to survive tomorrow. seriously, can i skip tomorrow? have no&lt;br /&gt;choice, gotta go and get over it. please help me out tomorrow is going to be a big blast. today's rehearsal was not that bad. i can feel the excitement in them. they did not dissappoint me today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ofcourse, there's the fusion dance. the most exciting part. who would wanna miss it? i think it's th most awaiting segment. okayy, i've gotta go. tomorrow's big day. let's all ready to rock the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnightss. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-195847445795745743?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/195847445795745743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/195847445795745743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-me-well-i-was-feeling-better-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-109250747785188962</id><published>2010-03-24T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:58:17.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haisshh. i was not surprised to see them dance horribly today. why am i not? am just little dissappointed and worried of how they going to perform on speech day. can someone help this girls out? Niikii talk alot and all fell on deaf ears. she was even more dissappointed. seriously, dont know what is up with them. was really pissedd off and shouted. i dont know. today was really tiring. was damn tired after reaching back home. i badly wanted to go tuition. but i was also deprived of sleep. i slept forawhile ending up not going tuition. seriously, damnn fff tiredd. tomorrow a short test for chemistry. should be able to do it, but cannot rely anyhow. need to studdy. okayy, i think that's about it. just that currently boring cause lion's** not online. where lion** usually entertain me. okayy, right. i get better get going. bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodnights. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-109250747785188962?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/109250747785188962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/109250747785188962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/haisshh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-254594116615758181</id><published>2010-03-23T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:31:33.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6jeTGHqMcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LMYO5s1ZtXk/s1600-h/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451851768573604290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6jeTGHqMcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LMYO5s1ZtXk/s320/Image127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oohh, it's time to blog. lemme just tell about yesterday and tomorrow. yesterday speech day rehearsal was awful. seriously, i do not know what fcuk shit they do. no one was giving their full energy. apart from energy no one was stretching. mann, i seriously did not expect this out from them. right after, they gotta very big lecture from us. they deserved it and i think they should be expecting another one tomorrow. apart from it, i think that's about it yesterday. ohh, forgetting niikii gave her present to her boyfriend. hah, sweetuh. :D right today morning was really awesome/embarrassing. my whole class seriously love doing this. it was really coincident that we meet. dont wanna bragg about it. today fusion dance prac was awesome. we still had some fun going on. i was scared of dark and i needed someone to follow inside the room. they making up stories and stuffs. rightt,that was really fun. alrighhtt,i think that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-254594116615758181?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/254594116615758181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/254594116615758181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/oohh-its-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6jeTGHqMcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LMYO5s1ZtXk/s72-c/Image127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-6499320391362512407</id><published>2010-03-21T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:28:32.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6Y6zkcBsVI/AAAAAAAAAck/VwX_PqHOPdk/s1600-h/DSC06066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451109056607531346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6Y6zkcBsVI/AAAAAAAAAck/VwX_PqHOPdk/s320/DSC06066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ohh, why am i not surprise that i am actually doing my FNN coursework now, at this time? but, actually feeling happy cause there's **lion to accompany me. hah, i'm loving it. seriously, we chat alot man. feeling like a princess. this fnn coursework can go to hell. really i'm so tired moreover, i have to do for midah. it's so tiring &amp;amp; i'm tired. but, enjoying this time cause can stay up late and enjoy with lion**. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, i really pity him lotss. seriously, i think he loved her with his heart and in return, she dumped him and went after another. mann, but i still like it that he still have feelings for her. nice hor? ohh well, this whole week packed up with SPEECH DAY. next week, mock exams. tomorrow i have speech day rehearsals and how am i supposed to attend tuition? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i really need to go tuition. seriously, i've gotta questions to ask. i should not slack cause mock exams around the corner. i really have to study hard especially for my math. math is really not going to be my subject next year. okayy, i shall end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOODNIGHTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8007433881952996408-6499320391362512407?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6499320391362512407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6499320391362512407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohh-why-am-i-not-surprise-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6Y6zkcBsVI/AAAAAAAAAck/VwX_PqHOPdk/s72-c/DSC06066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4351803948404861125</id><published>2010-03-21T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:01:24.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh todayy was really good weather.It was raining since the morning &amp;amp; very cold. I love it. That is why i slept till 1.30 pm. If only my dad did not nagg at me, i would have sleep till 4 pm. Airhole him, disturbed my wonderful dreams and the pleasure of sleeping during rainy days. Okayy, not bad today. Once i woke up, dad nagged at me as well as mum. But this time round, mum was a little bit over than usual. Weiii, i know imma girl. Dont have to nagg like shitt. Pleasee uh.. Currently chatting with **ROARR**. Enjoying it alot. Hah, i think that's it. Right, better get going.Tomorrow morning wake up early to do my homeworks. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4351803948404861125?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4351803948404861125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4351803948404861125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohh-todayy-was-really-good-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-6442664027445028292</id><published>2010-03-20T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:30:53.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6OmrnxgMeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GOX-IHnwqoQ/s1600-h/509997194_494dca5dab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450383242389631458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6OmrnxgMeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GOX-IHnwqoQ/s320/509997194_494dca5dab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="2" face="verdana"&gt;i am feeling good after what he say.actually, really boost me up.so, going to keep it like that.first low profile.I just feeell gooodd.BUT, want to confirm if it's really true.today performance at Ngee Ann city was awesome.well, the other indian dance performance was not bad.But, i loved the hip hop dance.okaayy, enjoyed alot.After the performance, was kinda tired.No food nor water so little down.So badly wanted the **lion to come.But, he didnt even know we are performing.lol.then was abit mood swing till school.i so badly wanted to eat.So, mrs rajoo gave us treat.then, we went to mac to have our wonderful lunch.I really loved it.mann, it's so yummy.then, laughed here and there.After so long, meeting fitri.I MISSED HER SO MUCH. Okayy, there it goes. At night, this Das ask me to come down forawhile.I WENT. but, i told niikii to follow.lol.should not have to, i wasted my time and so as her time.Well, he just wanted to talk about him.okayy uhh, other than that nothing.Thenn, went home.Called and scolded das badly.Then, apologised to niikii.Sorry, to waste your time.but now, i think it's over.I think everyone is cracking their mind for das' birthday.what am i suppose to do?I THINK I'VE FINALLY MADE MY DECISION.wooohooo.!Okayy,too much hyper.that's it.going to sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="2" face="verdana"&gt;toodles~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-6442664027445028292?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6442664027445028292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6442664027445028292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-feeling-good-after-what-he-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6OmrnxgMeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GOX-IHnwqoQ/s72-c/509997194_494dca5dab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-44891548587477383</id><published>2010-03-18T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:38:56.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was awesome.out with PREVENA &amp;amp; ASHWATH. they accompanied all the while. i really enjoyed the time with them. almost all the time, we were starred by people for dont know whatshitt.really hate it.Moreover,it's our problem of taking picture. it's nothing funny.AND people are staring at us like we've just committed a crime.wtf!rightt. after so long, met with my peeps.it was really fun.ashwath made me laugh and so prevena kanathass. gotta to know ashwath is really a short-tempered guy.LOL; just hopefully i'll meet up again with them. Camwhore in the bus with prevena. WE LAUGHED HERE AND THERE.!haha.ilovedit.i miss those fun times we had together.those cheeky stuffs we did during speech day.I REALLY MISS THOSE DAYS. i want a primary school gathering. want to spent all those times together back again. Okayy, that's it. tomorrow performance at NGEE ANN CITY. gotta wake up earlyy tomorrow morning. hopefully, not late aggaainnn..Okayy, byeesssss~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6I6r7-NkzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yoKlEi7-N8g/s1600-h/DSC06051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449983025579135794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6I6r7-NkzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yoKlEi7-N8g/s320/DSC06051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6I6rXKFwvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/awOyoMQWyBg/s1600-h/DSC06050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449983015696843506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6I6rXKFwvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/awOyoMQWyBg/s320/DSC06050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-44891548587477383?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/44891548587477383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/44891548587477383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6I6r7-NkzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yoKlEi7-N8g/s72-c/DSC06051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2193637376081642528</id><published>2010-03-18T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:29:42.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love the feeling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6EDTdbA3RI/AAAAAAAAAbk/wlcOKh-qSQI/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449640656945339666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6EDTdbA3RI/AAAAAAAAAbk/wlcOKh-qSQI/s320/Image025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I havee no timee for myself. Seriously. March holss also have school. I just happen to knew. March holss arent good enough. Well, i pity him little. When a guy has lottssa love with her, she's suppose to appreciate. If i were her,i'll treasure it. He just cannot get over her. That's what i like in him. :D She just miss a shot.whatawaste! Okayy. School has been really a big burden for me. Progress report was not that impressive.Should strive to work hard for MYE.I am waiting for the major event of Speech Day to be over. Easy for me to concentrate. Work hard. Tomorrow heading to the theatre to watch movie. For the first time in my life, watching tamil movie in SINGAPOREE! Ohh, that's really an embarrassing thang. Afterrr so loonnngg, meeting up with Ashwath &amp;amp; Prevena. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;am little excitedd but school in the morning. Little tiredd. Back to the topic. Should i or not? I still appreciate that he's got feelings for her. Howsadd. It's okayy, let it be. For now, am just going to love this feeling. Now i know why he likes the feeling of perspiring. Really, they have lottssaa things in common. They run. MANN, THAT'S SO GOOD. :D Okayy, that's it. Wannaaaa sllleeeppppp.! bye, nights &amp;amp;sweet dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-2193637376081642528?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2193637376081642528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2193637376081642528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-havee-no-timee-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S6EDTdbA3RI/AAAAAAAAAbk/wlcOKh-qSQI/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-6236327395227135674</id><published>2010-02-12T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:09:11.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S3U2yeCI8qI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ns7q0_GXb5c/s1600-h/happy_valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437312365803139746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S3U2yeCI8qI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ns7q0_GXb5c/s320/happy_valentines_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Really lotts of apologies to Twinneh. For all these while, i did not know people are actually reading my blog.But yeah, i had lotss of complains from my friends and twinneh. School is been really hectic.My class has been dragged till 3.30pm. If it's wed, it's like my whole day in the school.Mann, this is really tiring.I feel like really sickened by school.I so need to change my location.That is why i am heading to East Coast this monday with my peeps.I am so excited.The next day should be going to Vivo to meet up with my beloved twinneh.We've got lotss to update each other.I am not possibly going to miss my both days.Valentines day is around the corner.I have no valentine so i am just going to spent my day at home.I will just wait for the right time and day for a guy to ask me out which i think it will possibly happen in few years time.I would want to experience a blind date and my Valentine's day should be celebrated with the guy that I am going to get married to.Cause i believe the guys now aren't going to marry me..So what's the point in going now?That is my definition for Valentine's day.Yeapp, Luvenia's and Hasmidah's Birthday were over.We had a big bomb blast in school for both their birthdays.We sang them song.Well, I just want to tell them how i much I love them.Really thank the god for bringing me where you guys at.Hasmidah is at Thailand now spending her Chinese New Year.Have a safe and sound trip.Right, i think that's it for now.I shall start to update it weekly if i am able to.For now, toodles.~&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/8007433881952996408-6236327395227135674?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6236327395227135674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/6236327395227135674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-lotts-of-apologies-to-twinneh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/S3U2yeCI8qI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ns7q0_GXb5c/s72-c/happy_valentines_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7512583549712758472</id><published>2009-12-31T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:01:20.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andifeellikenooneisreadingmybloganymoree'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SzxoUcODeQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QttWmpFUUWw/s1600-h/SV102263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421322751829047554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SzxoUcODeQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QttWmpFUUWw/s320/SV102263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heyys.Well, in like hours time 2009 is going to end and that's like the start of the 2010.I am just little nervous and excited for the upcoming year.Cause it's like the straight two years which makes to study hard.I really have to study hard no matter what happens.Allah, is always beside me.Do not make me lazy.I should say it's like the major exams.Seriously, it's very scary.I've not touch any of my homeworks.So, am not going to do it.Am not forgetting that i am taking O LEVEL MATH which is really freaking me out.Really going to stress me out.That person has to change alot.I really hope so the upcoming year is going to be a prosperous one for him.And he should really change alot of his behaviours.Okayys, shall end it here.Maybe who knows i should go out later?Should i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-7512583549712758472?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7512583549712758472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7512583549712758472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/12/heyys.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SzxoUcODeQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QttWmpFUUWw/s72-c/SV102263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4654429290252924702</id><published>2009-12-30T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:06:08.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Szsz3j_4rNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E-xAtYqJ-ro/s1600-h/SV102242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420983606119541970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Szsz3j_4rNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E-xAtYqJ-ro/s320/SV102242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okayy, here it goes.I am just little worried if i lost track of what am i suppose write in.Last Saturday, Pravina invited us over for X'mas.We had lunch.All of us start to snapp pictures.It was awesome.Lunch was even great.That day was like a get to gather for all of us cause we never see each other for a very long time.I am little worried about next year with them.Hopefully, it won't be that bad as how was it this year.I just wish so.Yesterday, another outing with my tuition peeps to Cash Studio Box at Somerset Road.It was awesome man.We were challenged as one to one.It was really awesome.We had Mac as our lunch.Then, laughed in the van while hearing to the skit.It was awesome.Ismail annae was the one who sent me back home.Thanks to him.I am just waiting for another outing with them.It's like two days away for the start of the New Year.I am just little worried.I have promised myself not to involve in alot of stuffs and should focus in my studies like 100%.Lastly, about Singapore Idol.I am still happy that Sezairi is the winner.But, i think Sylvia deserves better.Cause i think S'poreans are just little concern about gender than racist.I am very sure about that.It's okayy.Hopefully, next season a girl from Singapore would be the Singapore Idol.Okayy, let me end it here.Toodles~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4654429290252924702?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4654429290252924702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4654429290252924702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/12/okayy-here-it-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Szsz3j_4rNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/E-xAtYqJ-ro/s72-c/SV102242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4187998750026641172</id><published>2009-12-23T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:18:41.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SzDxSGbpR7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/WnWWbs5XV04/s1600-h/SV101910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418095644993210290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SzDxSGbpR7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/WnWWbs5XV04/s320/SV101910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holla and finally there's like some things that is getting back to normal.I am trying to set back in life.Currently, nothing to do.So, just thought of updating this blog of mine.I have nothing to write in about.But, maybe shall pick a topic out to write in.Oh, i should say i have one.Nowadays, i feel like i'm restricted to myself.I've been thinking about this for the past few days.I can get jealous easily.And there it goes, i am JEALOUS!I've always did not want to show this emotion of mine but she made me do it.Yesterday met up with Firdouse and Farhana again.I sound so draggy.Okayy, had our late lunch at Mac.Again, it was his treat.I am no more interested in relationship right now.So, don't pester me.Okayy,i am not ready for it too.After that guy, i'm no more interested.I feel like being used by her and being cheated by her too.I should really wake up right?Planning alot and i'm like pretty shagg here.Listening to songs really really release me from all this stuff.And i'm so into singing.Ooops,nevermind.Tuition was as per normal.I am like getting confuse because of multiplying of matrices.So, practices make perfect.Tomorrow should be meeting up with Twinneh and got chores to do that was given by Abdul Rahim(dad).I hate to do this, thinking of pushing it to my brother.Should i?Hope he's alright with that cause he's like just rotting at home for tomorrow finally.Saturday, Pravina invited us for Christmas.Really excited, cause get to see all of them finally.Next tuesday, Karoke which was planned.Should be going and firstly, should be invited by him.I not sure.Okayy, am i done?I think that's it for now.Right, gotta go.Toodles~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4187998750026641172?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4187998750026641172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4187998750026641172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/12/holla-and-finally-theres-like-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SzDxSGbpR7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/WnWWbs5XV04/s72-c/SV101910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4569695413948373389</id><published>2009-12-18T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:57:13.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okayy, since it's long that i did not update this blog of mine.I was out for the past few days. As planned, i was out with Farhana and Firdouse on Wednesday.It was awesome.We went to catch New Moon at Vivo's Golden Village.It was awesome man.The both of them didnt watch Twilight so they did not understand half of the movie.And they were like asking me stories especially Firdouse.Then, Farhana knock out on his shoulder which really pissed me off.Then we had lunch at Long John Silvers'.He treat us lunch.I was not that hungry so we shared the Hershey's Pie and the rest.It was awesome.Then he started comparing the Pie with humans' shit.That's disgusting.After that, i didnt even want to look at it and eat.Gosh!That whole day my drink was Coke and it's not healthy.So i badly had to go toilet.I think i went toilet like five times in a row.We giggled, gossiped and snap here and there.It was an awesome day with them and him*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Dec 12, as planned was out with my tuition teachers and rest.It was awesome man.Even if i think about it, i could not stop smiling.It was wonderful.My brother totally enjoyed himself and he can make friends easily.There he totally forgotten me and went to have fun with those guys.Seriously, i had lots of fun.We played Captains' Ball.It was very hard for me as i cannot move fast in the water and my legs were cramp.There's like lots of games we played.One part was that, Anis suppose to pass the ball to me.Instead, he bang me with that.I fall backwards and could not breathe for a moment.It was very hard.This particular game, i get to hold his hand.Well, our legs were tied together.Infront of me was Azar, behind me was Firdouse.I was very scared if anyone them would fall.If only they fall, i would've been smashed by the both of them.But, totally it was fun.We had Nasi Lemak in the morning, Mee Hoon in the afternoon.I was feeding Farhana and was also eating at the same time.Then, we keep munching all the tidbits they bought.All the way, i was having sweets in my mouth.For dinner, we had Swensen.It was a treat given by Rakeezah teacher.It was awesome.We ordered Earthquake.All the while having fun then snap pictures.It was awesome man.Thanks to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was fallen ill.So i could not attend the show that Luvenia treat me to.I was so pissed off.Am sorry Luvenia.I think it's like a very long post.Okay, i will end it here then.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SysY2phaZRI/AAAAAAAAAas/TCm8-0jSSQM/s1600-h/SV102175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450303981151506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SysY2phaZRI/AAAAAAAAAas/TCm8-0jSSQM/s320/SV102175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SysZLPpYWlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KgyzhVx07rg/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450657812503122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SysZLPpYWlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KgyzhVx07rg/s320/DSC00012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SysZdimOuyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/GSFG9ypQkKc/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450972137208610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SysZdimOuyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/GSFG9ypQkKc/s320/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4569695413948373389?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4569695413948373389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4569695413948373389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/12/okayy-since-its-long-that-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SysY2phaZRI/AAAAAAAAAas/TCm8-0jSSQM/s72-c/SV102175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-8625116065048864107</id><published>2009-12-06T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:00:25.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5yQm1nh3kQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5yQm1nh3kQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5yQm1nh3kQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5yQm1nh3kQ"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, click on the link above.I am so in love with this song.It's such a wonderful song.Whenever i hear stories of a girl betraying a guy, it always reminds me not to be like that.I hope so i am not one of them.I really hope so.I do not want to become a BITCH!&lt;/span&gt; The song is all about this unfaithful bitch that has gotten for this wonderful guy. I so love the lyrics.Well, it's a hindi song.For those who do not understand Hindi, i've gotalso the translation.Seriously, i am in love this song.For today, this would be the post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BEWAFA By Imran Khan Translation &amp;amp; BEWAFA by Imran Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to me darling,&lt;br /&gt;Who/ what do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;What you do behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Only you know this,&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving me excuses&lt;br /&gt;And be at least a little scared of God,&lt;br /&gt;Go and learn how to truly love someone,&lt;br /&gt;All of our moments together were a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when ever you’re with me,&lt;br /&gt;You get lost in your memories&lt;br /&gt;You sadden me by saying his name,&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness comes from him&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to say anything now,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve already broken my heart, don’t break it more,&lt;br /&gt;Whether I need you or not,&lt;br /&gt;Give back the significance of out love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why did you come into my life?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t you stand by me?&lt;br /&gt;You betrayed me,&lt;br /&gt;Girl, give me an answer,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what my mistake was,&lt;br /&gt;That you’ve given me this punishment,&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to remember me and cry,&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to remember me and cry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful, unfaithful, unfaithful, that’s what you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;Fake love, fake love, fake love is what you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gal Sun Mere tu mutiyare,&lt;br /&gt;Ki samjhe apne aap nu?&lt;br /&gt;Mere vangaro tu Ki ki kardi,&lt;br /&gt;ae gal bus tu hi jandi,&lt;br /&gt;Menu sufayan pesh na kar,&lt;br /&gt;rab kolo thora jeha durr!!&lt;br /&gt;Sikh ja ke pyar karne de val,&lt;br /&gt;jhoote sang sade ik ik pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ni jhootha pyar jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jado nere mere kol tu hove,&lt;br /&gt;yaadaan vichh door tu khove.&lt;br /&gt;Sanu sadni ae naa oda leke,&lt;br /&gt;tenu pende ode phuleke.&lt;br /&gt;Menu kuch kendi na hun lor,&lt;br /&gt;mera dil torke tu na hun tor,&lt;br /&gt;yaa tere chaida na ho,&lt;br /&gt;saade pyar di nishaniyat tu mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ni jhootha pyar jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mere zindagi’ch kyu tu ayi?&lt;br /&gt;yaari kyu ni tu nibhayi?&lt;br /&gt;Kiti sadi naal bewafayi,&lt;br /&gt;sanu de kuriyee jawaab?&lt;br /&gt;dus de keri gul di,&lt;br /&gt;sanu deriyee sazaaaa??&lt;br /&gt;Rowe gi menu yaad karke,&lt;br /&gt;rowe gi menu yaad karke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bewafaaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ni jhootha pyar jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bewafaaa bewafaaa,&lt;br /&gt;bewafa nikli hai tu,&lt;br /&gt;ni jhootha pyar, jhootha pyar,&lt;br /&gt;jhoota pyar kita hai tuu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-8625116065048864107?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8625116065048864107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8625116065048864107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2546069672009406972</id><published>2009-12-02T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:41:25.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SxaKiXWz81I/AAAAAAAAAaU/loDOcZb0mdI/s1600-h/Suaeee061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410664325322109778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SxaKiXWz81I/AAAAAAAAAaU/loDOcZb0mdI/s320/Suaeee061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ohh, it's like the first week of december.Time flies in just a blink of an eye. Well, lotts to tell.But, not here.Monday i spend my wonderful time with my twin.We had long conversations.As usual, we do gossips.I am trying my best not too.But, can never make it up.I've been wanting to watch Twilight for a very long time.Yesterday, got to watch it.Cause, i just want to refresh myself before getting to watch New Moon**. Yesterday, was out with Luvenia baby.She did her threading.We also had a little chatty kinda stuff.I want to get that particular hairband.Should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And yesterday, i had some conflict with my twin.Well, this was the first time we had some misunderstanding.I am not really sure of how many times i've made people pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But, this time round was worst.No, it was horrible.Twinneh, doesnt like last minute of changing the plans.Had no choice and i was the major reason for that.Guess what?I've made her pissed off finally.She sounded very bad to me.I couldnt digest it so i start to tear.Then, we sort things out easily. Today had a day out with my aunt** and some other kids.It was wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But, i just don't get a simple thing right.Mom allows me to come home late.But, when i'm out with her, she doesn't allows me to come home late.Why is that so?It's her own sister.Whatever shitt, i dont understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then yesterday night turn out to be some romantic night.And i do not wish to reveal it here.I am not sure what am i going to say?But i've said it and i've set things right.I think he also agrees with it.I've to get close and understand each other better.Other than that, Waheed and me had a long conversation.It was a very long one.He started telling me his story.Well, it's kinda sad to listen the very first part.But, the last part was the best.Hassana, she's gorgeous.I really hope so, he agrees to it.They look great together in the picture.It seems like a very long post.Woits!Okayy, toodles~&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/8007433881952996408-2546069672009406972?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2546069672009406972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2546069672009406972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohh-its-like-first-week-of-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SxaKiXWz81I/AAAAAAAAAaU/loDOcZb0mdI/s72-c/Suaeee061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-5784992481224508542</id><published>2009-11-29T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:00:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SxJAzYJYlOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q5IVASagte8/s1600/Suaeee046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409457353824703714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SxJAzYJYlOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q5IVASagte8/s320/Suaeee046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holla.I just had my haircut.Well,it wasn't bad after all.I need to get that one badly.Now, nothing to do.This week should be plain boring too.I want to go out.I want to go shopping with twinneh. And i am planning that for my last week of hols.This week going for a movie with my loveable, Ashwath.He really hate this hols. We've got lots to catch up.I want to watch Paranormal Activity. I not sure why, i am in love with Sean Paul's songs.It makes me swinng my bodddyy.Fitri has rebond her hair.Obviously, she will look gorgeous.Cannot waitt to see that new look of hers.From next week, tuition starts.Have to start working on my Math.I've not touch my homeworks. Should be starting by then.Ohh, i want to go out with my cousins.Can that really happen?Then, i'd be the only girl.I really hope my sister tags along too.That day on the way back home, Fitri and i had a very long conversation.That was when all our truth came out.I was really shock after hearing all her truth.Yesterday, was a terribly day.Monthly friend was here.I had a terrible moodswing, stomach cramp.Was on the sofa lying all the while.I didn't even bothered to entertain anyone yesterday.Seriously, it was a bad day yesterday for me.Today was not that bad after all.The whole day of yesterday did not bothered to touch my phone, you know.Alright, i want to do other stuffs.Toodles~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-5784992481224508542?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5784992481224508542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5784992481224508542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/11/holla.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SxJAzYJYlOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q5IVASagte8/s72-c/Suaeee046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-5912618914731803697</id><published>2009-11-24T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:30:33.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chatting with my piglet, Luvenia. As usual, we always gossip. About the thing of falling in love with your own family members(cousin), she agreed to it. Interesting ah. Whatever it is, she's going to go through the same thing as me. I am ready to hear her stories. Nothing much to update. Twinneh just had her Prom Night. Well, i am waiting for mine. It's way awesome. I cant wait for New Moon**, hopefully i am watching it with him. Should be meeting up with twinneh on thursday. Must be going to nenek house too. I am not really sure if this week the class gathering still on. Well, i want to go out with Ashwath. But, i am not sure. Can someone update me about the class gathering ? I don't know why, i am feeling so low now.. Luvenia just told me a recipe. And i am going to try it out later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Apply tuna or sardine in your bread and make it into any kind of shape you would like. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Then, coat with your beaten egg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Lastly, shallow fry it. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should be trying out later. I am such a pig. Not sure why, cause i keep trying all sorts of recipes when i am at home. Okayy, need to do other stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toodles~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-5912618914731803697?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5912618914731803697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5912618914731803697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/11/chatting-with-my-piglet-luvenia.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7312197299028170334</id><published>2009-11-23T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:44:11.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SwovMH-f2LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jNyfI6A9KFg/s1600/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407186187957819570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SwovMH-f2LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jNyfI6A9KFg/s320/Image041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Carnival was awesome. The performance by my peeps "Rhythm Revive" was Excellent. It was way better. I am very proud of them. The Band performances were Rocking ! I pity someone alot. Hope so, he's feeling better. In few days time, PSLE results will be out. All the best for all. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just watched a series of "10 things hate about you." It was quite cool. Since i missed Britannia High, i am watching this one. I want to watch Ajab Prem Ki Gazab Kahani and Aladdin. Both are commercial film. Ranbir is so HAWT! Oh, i am so into the song tik tok by Kesha. Shake to the tune. (: Okayy, nothing much to update anyways. Should be going to saloon in like few days time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-7312197299028170334?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7312197299028170334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7312197299028170334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/11/carnival-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SwovMH-f2LI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jNyfI6A9KFg/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2790626371579117582</id><published>2009-11-18T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:11:23.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SwOqKUQFYII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/36ewZ_97Tk8/s1600/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405351071986311298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SwOqKUQFYII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/36ewZ_97Tk8/s320/Image093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've always wanted to make myself a Princess. But, it's not happening. It will always turn out to be bloody dream with my mom ruining it. Whatever it is, i still love myself for who am i. Currently, bored. It always kills me. Yesterday my cousin's grandmother passed away. So attended the funeral along with my aunt and few other cousins. I cannot believe it as i saw her last saturday which was four days back. Guess how old is she ? 95 years old. I am in SHOCK! My peeps have not return back home safely. May they come home safely. I really miss them. Especially, Luvenia Niikii Kannan. I always text her. And now, no one to text to. Plain boring. I am craving for alot of stuffs. But, i am very sure i will only be able to get it like in December. Both my cousins need to take their PSLE results. So should be following them. I really hope so their results turn out to be good. I missed Britannia High. It's the best British Drama. I really missed it. Last week, watch one of my favourite Hindi Movie. Love Aaj Kal. I was longing for that too. Finally, got to watch it. Currently, want to watch Aladdin. Ritesh is starring. Oh my gosh! He's simply cute. (: Right, going to do some work. Toodles~&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/8007433881952996408-2790626371579117582?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2790626371579117582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2790626371579117582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-always-wanted-to-make-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/SwOqKUQFYII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/36ewZ_97Tk8/s72-c/Image093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2103103663058644859</id><published>2009-11-15T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:58:48.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Sv-JwM2vRcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1glGT7nIlm4/s1600-h/SV102071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404189539045426626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Sv-JwM2vRcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1glGT7nIlm4/s400/SV102071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, that's another picture of all the nieces and nephews. I really love this photo personally. Tomorrow my three peeps going for OBS camp. They are representing Indian Dance. Always, i am unfortunate. So i cannot be able to go. It's okay. Let them enjoy. And i'll miss them. Luvenia, Imah and Tarani please take care of yourselves.&lt;/span&gt; Guess what ? I've been doing alot of housework chores. Sometimes, it can be bored. It's okay. Want to act like some little nerd in front of my mom. Other than that, i've no plans for this week. Maybe must be on the phone with some important people.(HAHA!) Will update more... For now, toodles. ~&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/8007433881952996408-2103103663058644859?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2103103663058644859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2103103663058644859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-thats-another-picture-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Sv-JwM2vRcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1glGT7nIlm4/s72-c/SV102071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-8281651576788722054</id><published>2009-11-13T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:34:13.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer back to normal. tagggggg'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Svz8az_mQmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ox4NHeaqa_k/s1600-h/SV102068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403471190501507682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Svz8az_mQmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ox4NHeaqa_k/s320/SV102068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helllo, long time since i update this blog. From today onwards, will be updating. I really had alot of fun in my uncle's wedding. It was the best. Well, that's my whole family. Very big, i know. And it's always the best family. Goshh! My new aunt is really gorgeous. Hols is simply awesome. Yesterday was out with Luvenia, Miyda and Kamal. We went to watch 2012. It's the scariest. All the three girls, teared. I don't want the world to end. You know how hard it is, as for Singapore we have improved alot. And in just one second, the world will end. Seriously, it's very hard. And i am saying this, if the world is going to end, i'll happily die. Kamal was sitting beside me and he doesn't seem to be bothered. Maybe at times, yes he did bothered. Apart from that, there were some conflict. Yeah, really hope so there's nothing much big coming up. I want to go shopping. I miss twinneh. And twinneh's computer is also broke down. IS YOUR COMPUTER BACK TO NORMAL? I miss Prevena and Ashwath. (: Alright, gotta to do other stuffs. Toodles~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-8281651576788722054?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8281651576788722054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/8281651576788722054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/11/helllo-long-time-since-i-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/Svz8az_mQmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ox4NHeaqa_k/s72-c/SV102068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-1232358482734077465</id><published>2009-10-15T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:28:13.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/StaGvb-ZeWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/il_cMtIGt9A/s1600-h/SV101873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50ou_Y7g_1w/StaGvb-ZeWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/il_cMtIGt9A/s320/SV101873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392645753344194914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Exams are over. I am very excited. Currently i am craving for lots of stuffs. Oh to those who are taking Art exam, All the best. I am very happy. I want to go shopping, get a lot of new stuffs for myself. I need to save money. My uncle's wedding is around the corner. So i got myself a baju kerbaya. I am excited for that. That day is going to be big blast. I can have fun with all my cousins. Goshh! I am really excited for you. Currently, watching Super Girl by Super Junior M. That video has also attracted me. Oh one more thing, I here a lot of funeral news. From this we know that, our aged population is decreasing. Haha. It's okay, forget it. Nothing much to update. Busy in the moment. Toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-1232358482734077465?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1232358482734077465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/1232358482734077465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_50ou_Y7g_1w/StaGvb-ZeWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/il_cMtIGt9A/s72-c/SV101873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-196572716911805824</id><published>2009-10-01T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:20:20.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you daddy;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Heyloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry of for not updating for a veryyy long time. I've been saying this for a very long time. Currently, the situation at my house is not doing good. I really pity my dad. I really salute my dad for getting such a worst wife and he's been going through all the hard times with her and we've been also going through with him. I really pity my dad. Okayy, dont want to brag on it anymore. Exams starts tomorrow. And i am fcuking scared. Should be doing good. Raya was so perfect. I'll upload the pictures in like three weeks after exams. Deadly blog would be back. (:&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-196572716911805824?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/196572716911805824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/196572716911805824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyloo.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-7322352417106383392</id><published>2009-09-15T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:31:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rIg2xzeZiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rIg2xzeZiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West is really bad. How could he jush say such stuff of an artist. That's really bad. Goshh ! Watch this. Kanye really suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-7322352417106383392?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7322352417106383392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/7322352417106383392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2568658797326571257</id><published>2009-09-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:21:43.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ErgffP0wVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ErgffP0wVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Get ready to watch this. And i even have the lyrics translation. This song really touched my heart. And of course, the lyrics too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need anyone else, it’s only you&lt;br /&gt;When you ask again, it’s only you&lt;br /&gt;Even if you already have another love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget you, I can’t turn back around&lt;br /&gt;Oh ~&lt;br /&gt;The moment my eyes began to burn&lt;br /&gt;The moment my heart was captured by you&lt;br /&gt;I have no regret, I chose you&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, it’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need any words. it’s just you&lt;br /&gt;“ It’s too late “ , but for me it’s just you&lt;br /&gt;I know our love is wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can’t give up, I can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips, cold as can be, are even more blue&lt;br /&gt;I cry out to find to find your warmth&lt;br /&gt;I call, even though I call for you&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no reply, I’ll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s you, it’s you&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you know, why don’t you know?&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s you, it’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-2568658797326571257?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2568658797326571257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2568658797326571257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-ready-to-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4592031874813097847</id><published>2009-09-04T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:57:29.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is pretty good. I am trying myself to calm down. Of course, i am not going to bother about anything right now. All in my head is that, I WANT TO DO WELL FOR MY EXAMS. I cant be wasting time thinking all sorts of stuffs. Zaheera is super duper going to be mad at me. Hopefully, my results turn out to be good. I really want to get good grades. Today got back my Report Card. Failed my English. That is ridiculous. How can i do this ? I should really reflect on this. Gotta work harder for both my languages. I really cannot believe. It's okayy. I will have to plan. Sometimes, i find myself that bad. Yeah, you can never understand me. When i turn out to be bad, i really think all sorts of ways to think badly about the person. I should really say, i am neither a good nor bad person. But, i am starting to learn different types of characters. Yeah, from what my friends and my surrounding people are doing. Whenever, this person do something wrong, i'll try my best not to do the same mistakes. And if i have done anything wrong, i would also reflect. And that is what happened between my clique. Yeah, i got angry because of punctuality. Right, got it. And now, i am trying my best to control my temper. So here it is, when people criticize you, you really have to work on it to become a better person. And open yourself to everything. Dont wait till others take the first step. Gotta be independent. And i dont even bother to look at the person, if he/she uses me. I should say, you gotta really work on it. (: I still wanna be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4592031874813097847?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4592031874813097847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4592031874813097847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-is-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-5312584981177131014</id><published>2009-08-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:48:48.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qE05Bv1e_fo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qE05Bv1e_fo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bare with me. I really do not know what is the problem with my blogger. I really need to figure this out. Anyways, i had a very nice time with my people in school. I should really thank everyone. The highlight is that today is my birthday. I really love everyone who wished me. Thanks to all of them. Especially my clique, they sang me a birthday song when they were about to leave. Of course, is that the Pariah people still remember that it is my birthday. So sweet of them to even wish me. Then, Matthew beat me like alot of times. And it is really pain. For a moment, my ear wasn't functioning well. Alright, thanks to everyone for making my day. Important is that my Baby text me in the morning, which sound so formal. I didn't really expect that. Today once i entered the class, my people chase me to toilet and went inside the toilet. Then after recess we went to toilet again, and got my bash again. This time round was a little harder. Thanks to those. I really love you guys alot. If only, it's not Ramadan i bet all of them could have brought me out. That's okayy still. I still have the chance to celebrate with them. I love all of them. Some even who wasnt that close now text me and wish me. I really love them alot. Prevena, i miss you lots. I wish to see you soon. And twinneh, I'm sorry i couldnt answer the call. But i still reply. Alright. Gotta go. Toodles to everyone. OHHH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-5312584981177131014?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5312584981177131014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/5312584981177131014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-bare-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4083408386087143707</id><published>2009-08-09T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:42:42.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*smile'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently, chatting with him. I was watching Boys over Flowers. Nearing the end. I know i'm little bit late. Thanks to those who actually influence me. Oh yeah, today is the day where Singapore got it's Independence. It's a great day for all Singaporeans. Got alot of homeworks. Have to do it by today. I really want to meet twinneh. But, very busy. Got alot of test coming up this weeks. And i so hate it. Okayys, Luvenia is currently enjoying her time at NDP. Cant wait to hear her stories. Hopefully, can hear a positive answer. I really excited about her. Right, Happy National Day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4083408386087143707?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4083408386087143707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4083408386087143707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently-chatting-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4793125136857072312</id><published>2009-08-04T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:04:03.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-8Yx4hKino&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-8Yx4hKino&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4793125136857072312?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4793125136857072312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4793125136857072312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-4553141065403302541</id><published>2009-08-02T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:51:20.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, getting normal back with him. I feel very bad of not keeping my word for my beloved, Twinneh. I am really sorry. I promised her that i'll be making fb. But, i seriously have no time. And one more thing, i've planned to go with Twinneh for the friday class. I've actually talked about it to my dad. Yet to get his reply. Of course, in another four days time it's her birthday. I've already told her to give that day to me. So, maybe doing something about that. And of course, today is Yazid's Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wishing you a Happy Birthday to Yazid. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-4553141065403302541?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4553141065403302541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/4553141065403302541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/08/alright-getting-normal-back-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007433881952996408.post-2427277077723794483</id><published>2009-07-30T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:24:36.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right people, bare with me. I have no time to use this computer. I'll be updating soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007433881952996408-2427277077723794483?l=ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2427277077723794483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007433881952996408/posts/default/2427277077723794483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemyboyfriend-smile.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-people-bare-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Aman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930463127881394379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
