<?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-6041587189156204537</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:24:10.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥// iloveyou .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>679</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6732879939711353802</id><published>2010-05-30T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T04:48:45.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After having 679 posts from this blog, I've decided to move on!&lt;br /&gt;So please do relink me yea? :D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inexplicablephilophobia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6732879939711353802?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6732879939711353802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6732879939711353802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6732879939711353802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6732879939711353802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-is-so-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7741085225237229437</id><published>2010-05-30T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:09:15.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;29 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bby a lot.. :')&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, and waited for bby's sms. He's sleeping like a pig, gosh! So, he woke up around 3 plus and played his RayCity (boyfriend stealer). He focused more on his RayCity, so bias! I felt worse, so I decided to leave the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point. Spammed Aloysius sms, wondering if he's at Jurong Point too. He asked me to go Somerset as he's working. Crazy, so far. x.x So I went to Jubeat alone after having dinner with me mummy at Swensen. I've improved a lot. :&gt; I could play at least level 8 songs now, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a back pack, metal bangles and a t-shirt. :) Cabbed home and changed my clothes. Went out at 10.30pm to have a jog. I can't stay at home, seriously. I'll miss him like there's no tomorrow.. Thus, I ran towards a very dark place with a lot of trees. I eventually ran for an hour without stopping and I went home. Currently, I'm still missing him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't understand! What I've said is not what you think. I'm full of hints.. If you can't divine, I'll suffer. Maybe you're being obtuse, I don't know. But I'm taking this very seriously.. I've always tried to simulate excitement at your sayings, but reality have proven me that you're not putting in much effort. I'm lacking of ideas already, help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7741085225237229437?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7741085225237229437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7741085225237229437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7741085225237229437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7741085225237229437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/29-may-2010-i-miss-bby-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1788984171788725823</id><published>2010-05-28T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:08:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/RK.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with bby on the phone last night. I was having flu, so didn't talk much. I'm sorry! :( Woke up at 10.30am and went to bathe. Went out of house at 12 plus. Bby is late again, -smacks- Went to Bishan while waiting for him. Headed to arcade, saw XiuXia, Munling and Tsailu. :) -Waves- Ate ice-cream and went to Serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bby asked me to go to his house, so I went. He kept playing his RayCity, don't want go out! :@ Went to Bishan at 5 plus to find XiuXia, Munling, Tsailu, Joseph didi and his friend. Slacked in the staircase and played true or dare. After that went to play Jubeat at V-Land. Local-ed play with XiuXia, Munling and Tsailu. I always get second. :( After that solo play, then local with bby. He's crazy can?! He challenged me &lt;a title="Extreme" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSEqQ-4EeLk"&gt;隅田川夏恋歌&lt;/a&gt;. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with bby. Kinda in a good mood today, cause my parents didn't call to rush me. :&gt; Bby kept dragging the time, and I went home at 9.40pm! I was cold, and he lend me his jacket. It's fucking comfortable! I want it. :( I don't want a new one, I want bby's. I love his hugs oh. :) Thanks bby for sending me home. I took 672 steps to walk home. :) I swear I love bby a lot! He looked nice with his blue contact lenses. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, I don't want to think any distressing things. Go ahead living in your own world or letting your imagination running wild. I don't care. All you can do now is, divine me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1788984171788725823?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1788984171788725823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1788984171788725823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1788984171788725823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1788984171788725823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/chatted-with-bby-on-phone-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-9201406628177977458</id><published>2010-05-27T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:29:48.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/KeLi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi dearest and I.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school was fine. We were allowed to use handphone for the special assembly even though some of us do not have a handphone pass. It was quite funny, but don't really know why the principal and teachers skipped some questions which I think it's logical and true. Is it because they can't answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like relinquishing. I find that I don't have the ability to debate and stay in this family anymore. -.- It's fucking annoying when every time you handle the situation with delicacy, yet you've failed. Majority of the adults are like that. In their world, they always think that they're the only right ones. They don't want us to gain independence and only want us to be their little girl/boy forever? Fuck this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that I kept quiet, everything that you've said is right. Some times, it's not that I don't care. It's that I've find no reason to answer your dubious thoughts. For this, I've got my own reasons too. Or maybe, it's because I'm fatigue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having phobias, don't know since when.. It's coming back again. It's worst, like what Jiayu darling have been through. I don't want that.. :'( I want happy memories made. I need assurances. I don't want to be tormented by feelings of insecurity. Sometimes, it's just profession. I know y'all must be thinking, "What the hell is she talking?" Let me just say it out, I'll feel better. :) Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-9201406628177977458?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/9201406628177977458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=9201406628177977458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/9201406628177977458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/9201406628177977458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/steffi-dearest-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-8491752661649720982</id><published>2010-05-26T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:08:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00875.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun today. :&gt; The facilitator had the sense of humour to win our heart, hahs. Anyway, I belonged to the Earth element, which is being very obstinate. I find it so damn true. I talk facts, not possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school met baby and his friend. His friend damn funny, he said, "Don't flip your hair like Auntie Lucy la." and his IC photo is like zombie. :x Went to Bishan, met Joseph didi, Xiuxia, Kelly and others. Played Jubeat with bby. He claims that I've improved! I actually got B for 天国と地獄 (advanced) when I got D for the last time. Baby played SigSig (extreme) for the final tune. I didn't want it! He said that he can pass then can already, I no need pass?! :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my house nearby and slack with bby. Went home at around 9.25pm. Currently missing bby. I wanna see him soon. (L) You better sleep early today. :) Shall end here, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.. was just what you think. You don't even know what I'm thinking, or what happened. I remembered, when I walked home with you that time, I told you, "If there's anything I did to make you feel sad, there's a reason behind. There's a hint when I responded to your plurk when you post update about that guy." I don't feel like saying anymore. You've been with me for quite a while, you should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-8491752661649720982?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/8491752661649720982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=8491752661649720982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8491752661649720982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8491752661649720982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/facilitator-had-sense-of-humour-to-win.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-5916119308415055050</id><published>2010-05-25T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:17:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/WSSS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine. Took pictures with classmates. Something happened after school. I don't wish to elaborate, but what I want to say is.. I don't listen to one sided story. It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I want to verify the problem. You can feel disappointed if you want, I don't mind. Hah. Lastly, I don't mind going around for no reason. But if you want me to do that, don't sua me in a serious manner. I know you are. Don't you find that we've been drifting ever since..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's periods of trails and tribulations in my past. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did it.. not because I like it, it's because they want it.&lt;/span&gt; I'm done, I only give them a chance. I'm done, I had enough. I didn't reveal everything, so.. you're not me, you won't understand. Every now and then, someone requested me, I actually think of those obstacles I've been through. I began to have a feeling of misgiving, being paranoid. I was totally traumatised. I hate this. I'm not trying to get attention, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I need your assurance. I love it when you say you miss me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-5916119308415055050?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/5916119308415055050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=5916119308415055050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/5916119308415055050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/5916119308415055050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1876127283688221538</id><published>2010-05-24T21:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:17:53.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdue photos for Rename's outing @ 8 May 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Rename1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Renamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Rename2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/7 of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Rename3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Rest, Glitz, XiaN-R &amp;amp; Elfrida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Rename4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson &amp;amp; Desmond, so black! Johnson's fringe so long, like ghost, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Rename6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AceOfKueh kena pole, oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Rename5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AceOfKueh was hyper, he go took a photo of himself and everyone laughed. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being indecisive for my post yesterday.. Anyway, those who were with me yesterday and witnessed me.. Thanks and keep it for me, love y'all. :') Poured everything in my private blog, hahs. Once again, thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XiuXia &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;. Not forgetting, Ahlong, Munling and Kelly.. Just whenever I think of it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had sexuality education. This is kinda stupid, I don't know why. They kept repeating the same thing when we already know that we should be rebellious towards premarital sex. Time flies. After recess, we had our Integrated Project Work presentation. Gosh, Mdm Lee kept playing our video (Rachel and I was inside) for the tester of the speaker. Super embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Maths workshop with Mr Chang. I was falling asleep. Patrice was like, "What happened to your words?!" Hahs. Went to the auditorium after dismissal time. I gained 2 marks for my English Paper 2! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and did the summary for our IPW's video segment. Fell asleep. I miss bby so much. I don't know why, I just kept thinking of.. yesterday.. Anyway, Joseph didi, cheer up okay? Those words you say yesterday, will be what I'm saying to you now. Shall end here now, bye bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All reasons, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1876127283688221538?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1876127283688221538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1876127283688221538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1876127283688221538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1876127283688221538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/overdue-photos-for-renames-outing-16.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-708741758481347409</id><published>2010-05-23T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:23:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say.. I don't know how.. But thanks XiuXia, Joseph, Ahlong, Munling and Kelly. Bby, don't worry. I'm perfectly fine oh. I'm sorry, I didn't wait for you.. I love you a lot, a lot. Don't know why.. Somehow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-708741758481347409?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/708741758481347409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=708741758481347409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/708741758481347409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/708741758481347409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3746248601272108611</id><published>2010-05-22T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:20:38.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00870.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with this family is like living in the prison. But forget it, I love my mother much more than my father. One day without bby is like living in the hell. :( He's at his friend's chalet now, a bit drunk. Never share with me oh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point to find my mummy. If not I'll die of depression at home. Ate dinner with her. My mummy was walking in front of me. Then I saw Jackson selling ice-cream, talking to my mummy to try the ice-cream. I went to say, "Hello!" and he gave me one diao face. :x He asked me to eat it. I eat already jitao zao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play Jubeat. Around 8 plus, I saw Xiuxia in arcade. What a coincidence! :) Played with her for a few rounds. I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZQMWu9n59U&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;夏祭り&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1c3M3_8wsb8"&gt;Snow Goose&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNG3i2iOX34"&gt;SigSig&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9jghDfFup0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Evans&lt;/a&gt;. Obviously, I can't play extreme. BUT I LIKE THE SONGS! :x Yearning for bby's skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a lot of stuff, and went home. Currently waiting for bby's call.. I'm missing him like mad. :/ I need a hug, again. :( Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Sighs, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If only you were right beside me now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3746248601272108611?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3746248601272108611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3746248601272108611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3746248601272108611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3746248601272108611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-with-this-family-is-like-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2883300823067786583</id><published>2010-05-21T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:29:30.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was fine, except for Patrice Tan Hwee Teng kept crying. She made me worry fucking much. When she cried so atrociously and said, "I cannot take it.." I was shocked. Went home to prepare after school. Trained to bby's house. Very stress can, his mother like so fierce. :/ Watched Ip Man 1, quite nice oh. Bby is so noob in Chinese, hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bishan, played Jubeat. Met Joseph, Xiuxia, Munling and Ahlong. Addicted to Jubeat already, hahs. Went home around 9.15pm. Teared in the train. Sorry bby, made you worry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not me, you won't understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my own problems, I don't feel like mentioning. About the Pretty passerby who spammed bby's and my blog, can you don't use my name to tag him if you don't know what my typing is like? I know I ain't perfect, I admit. I don't remember I offended anyone. Are you listening to one-sided story? If not, I don't know what's your problem. Look, you're pretty. You should go and have a better life(?) I don't know. Currently not in the mood, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I need a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2883300823067786583?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2883300823067786583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2883300823067786583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2883300823067786583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2883300823067786583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-was-fine-except-for-patrice-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-869534562489285123</id><published>2010-05-20T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:36:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00865.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 May 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine. I heard wrong, my Science failed. :/ But I passed by Literature and English. My paper 1 for English lost to WenQing by one mark, 43/60. Fuck it ttvm. Hopefully she's not the highest. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and fell asleep. Met bby at the evening. Bought the $1 apple juice! :x Went to slack until 9pm. He's crazy okay! He went to press all the button from the lift, and we took a very long time going down. But, I know it's because we missed each other. :) Bby is going to call me now. Shall end here, bye bye! I love you bby. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 May 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day at school, having a bit of diarrhea. :( Rachel asked me to watch movie with her. Meimei asked if I want to go Lot1 with shortshort, precious and NN instead of Jurong Point. So I decided that we should all go together. But sorry baby, trouble you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Rachel and went to Lot1. Meimei and shortshort went separate ways, left Rachel and I. Walao, ask me go Lot1 for nothing. :( Topped up money and went to play Jubeat. Bby came, and he snatched my machine! He's still very pro eh, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing Jubeat, watched bby play ddr. He's so pro, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arcade siao&lt;/span&gt;! Played one round then Rachel played with him, bby eventually won. I want his skills.. :( Watched them play Pumpy, bby kept complaining that the machine sucks because of the new version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy bubbletea. Walked around and Rachel went home. Slacked with bby around my house. He's so cute okay. :) Thanks bby, and sorry to ma fan ni! I love you. Webcam-ed at the night, chatted on the phone, hees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-869534562489285123?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/869534562489285123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=869534562489285123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/869534562489285123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/869534562489285123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/rachel-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2695538376295644818</id><published>2010-05-18T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:41:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00727-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 1am plus to accompany bby to chat, though I'm quite tired. :/ I've got back some of my results. I passed my Science, what a miracle! ._. My MT was higher than what I've expected. I won Patrice Tan, -twist-, hee. :) Kept dozing off in class, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to find bby. Went to my house nearby and slacked. My father sucks ttm. I hate him for being so unreasonable and over-caring. Everyone have their limits. Don't ever stress me, or force me to go your way. You'll regret. Anyway, thanks bby for comforting me. Love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for bby to eat finish his dinner and give me a call. I really cannot tolerate the tiredness. I will go K.O if I continue doing nothing. I shall end here now, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2695538376295644818?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2695538376295644818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2695538376295644818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2695538376295644818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2695538376295644818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/slept-at-1am-plus-to-accompany-bby-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7214825788171203644</id><published>2010-05-17T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:05:20.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home last night, bby talked to me on msn. He was showing me his old pictures, which I find it super cute and chubby. :P Called him and chat until 4am. Woke up at 1pm. Today is E-Learning day, so didn't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bby asked me if I want to find him after his school ends. I agreed, and went to find him. Took bus to his house. I love his dog, super super kawaii! Went to his room, I love his bed. :x Watched some funny videos, and left house at 7.35pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to slack at my house nearby. Send bby to the train station and went home. Didn't expect that I would meet him today. :) Miss him ttvm already. Ending here now, bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;520160510160513143344.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7214825788171203644?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7214825788171203644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7214825788171203644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7214825788171203644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7214825788171203644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-reaching-home-last-night-bby.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7366541317222654673</id><published>2010-05-16T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:01:13.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00853.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10am, prepared and waited for some pig to wake up. :x Went out of house at 1pm. Met Joseph didi, Xiuxia, Tsailu, Munling, Ahlong and Andy at arcade. Don't know who late still take his  own sweet time bathing. :x Skali the house on fire, he take his own sweet time to pack his favourite things and escape, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ip Man, sat with bby. Then all of them kept looking at us, damn shy plox. :( I loved that movie. Watched didi and bby play Jubeat, pro sia. After that went to Kopitiam, watched Andy eat. Headed back to arcade, played Jubeat with bby. He bully sial. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to slack at the staircase, camwhored. Andy and Ahlong kept peeking at us, but never see tio anything. :P Then bby and I saw something we should not see. We didn't do it on purpose! After that bby send me home, and I reached home at 10pm. Feeling damn sick now. I've used 2 packets of tissue today. Anyway, ilybbyttm. :) Thanks for giving me warmth. Going to rest now, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7366541317222654673?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7366541317222654673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7366541317222654673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7366541317222654673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7366541317222654673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/woke-up-at-10am-prepared-and-waited-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2877303328594107732</id><published>2010-05-16T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:50:23.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;15 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll use &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; as AuditionSEA IGN to replace the person's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early at the morning. Went out and have buffet with my parents, Glitz and Rest. After that we went separate ways. Took bus to Bugis with Glitz and Rest, went to Iluma walk a while. Took bus to Cyber Era, saw a lot of Renamers. While waiting for them to arrive, we went to play audi a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7 plus, we had FAM battle. Then someone shouted, "Rename jiayou!" The whole lan shop is full of Renamers. Walked to East Coast Park to have dinner. We counted, 30 Renamers were present. Cool right?! Ate with Johnson, Desmond, Zann (not my class' one), Glitz and Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos, and was laughing at Glaze being chased, hah. :x The way Johnson hailed for a taxi is hilarious, lol.  Reached home around 12am. It was fun, but I'm just summarizing it. So yea, bye bye. :D Waiting for Zann to upload the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2877303328594107732?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2877303328594107732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2877303328594107732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2877303328594107732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2877303328594107732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/came-back-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7482826307848737274</id><published>2010-05-14T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:29:49.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/24813_1452242505094_1204201448_3130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic day! Woke up at 10.30am, toss and turn. Went online for a while, and went to bathe at 11.30am. Went out of house at 2pm. Met Benedict, Joseph didi and Xiuxia at Bugis. Benedict is a slowpoke, hehe. :) Didi grow so fast, now taller than me already. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy tickets for Iron Man 2 with Benedict. See, I so good. Watched before still accompany you! But still, always kena tickled. While waiting for the movie to start, we went arcade to play Jubeat. Didi and Benedict so pro sia, I want their skills! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the cinema around 5.15pm. Cold die me, then Benedict kept asking me if I'm cold, I said no. Haha! After movie, went to Bugis street to search present for my mother's birthday. In the end, decided to go to Raffles City Shopping Centre. Credits to Benedict for helping me. I don't like to talk to strangers, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met didi and Mindy at Bishan's arcade. Watched them play Maximum Tune and Jubeat. They're tempting me to train Jubeat, gosh. Anyway, left at 10pm and Benedict insisted to send me home. Then, something happened. Shock die me. Shall not mention it. Just summarizing, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7482826307848737274?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7482826307848737274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7482826307848737274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7482826307848737274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7482826307848737274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6876743648001124526</id><published>2010-05-13T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:36:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/31399_1268351954398_1397812162_3061.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams over!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, exams are over! I've no more stress. Just that I screwed up my graph question. :/ And the questions which were instructed for simplification, I'm not too sure. I promised Benedict to try to pass by 50%. Hopefully I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after school. He asked me if I could go Little India with him if his friends didn't have the time. I said yes without hesitation, good right?! But he was late for school because he chatted with me on msn until he forgotten the time. :/ Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he ended his school, he told me that all of his friends pangseh him. In the end, one of his friend (Jackson) was following him, lol. Met at Outram Park. I stayed inside the mrt for too long, then have to pay $2. Headed to Jackson's workplace at Jurong Point. But I kena pulled back by some weird people.. She talks like it's so exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported Jackson by buying the yogurt ice-cream. I wanted to pay, but Benedict insisted that he should pay for me. He kept bullying me lo.. So bad, tickle me some more. Went to arcade and watched him play Jubeat. I want his skills! Very very pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and decided that I should pierce another hole as we've nothing to do. He didn't eat for the whole day, angry die me. After that, we slacked a while outside the shopping centre. Wanted to go home with him, but my parents want to me to follow them. :/ So I sent him to the MRT station. Eat hor you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6876743648001124526?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6876743648001124526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6876743648001124526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6876743648001124526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6876743648001124526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams-over-finally-exams-are-over-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3371474084950996716</id><published>2010-05-12T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:18:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/29992_1116615372243_1732754005_2138.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeks~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was okay, I guess. Except for the sugar solution. God doesn't wants me to fuck the paper, lol! Tomorrow is the last paper, which is Mathematics. I think I'm gonna flunk it. I don't understand proportion and the scale thingy. But I tried to understand though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Benedict (not my class one) on msn. He made me laugh, rofl. Feel like pinching him. He's so chubby last time, cute! Anyway, it's been a long time since I've a conversation like this. I was quite surprised that for once, I'm not irritated by a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.. Why substitute me with other girls? Why tell different stories? Why lie? Fuck y'all, seriously. Forget it. Last paper.. Should I? I feel like screaming and shouting at you, because you're unaware of what you're doing to me. You know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3371474084950996716?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3371474084950996716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3371474084950996716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3371474084950996716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3371474084950996716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/peeks-science-was-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1653175586460222650</id><published>2010-05-11T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:55:21.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/32092_1117956045759_1732754005_2170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up, I'm giving up, I'm giving up. I've studied the whole day for History yesterday, yet I still can't do Section B. Source based questions were okay. But Section B is the one I'm studying for. Fuck this, fuck life, fuck everything. Sighs, perseverance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied for Science, yes I did. So if tomorrow I'm ignorant about the questions, I'm gonna fuck that paper up-side down. Hopefully I won't. Can't wait for days after exams, and my piercing. Not to forget.. something. I don't know. I've been thinking, maybe keeping in silence is the best. But don't get the wrong idea, I didn't think of this when I'm studying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't know if I'm too sensitive or is it that people around me are changing. I don't mind if they don't care. It's just that.. I mind about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something else&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, I don't care.. I can't find someone who can communicate with me well, permanently. It's hard, cause with this 'likes to love than to be loved' attitude, I think it's impossible. I feel like strolling at the basketball court now, sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1653175586460222650?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1653175586460222650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1653175586460222650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1653175586460222650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1653175586460222650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-into-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1443522500813428887</id><published>2010-05-10T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:36:09.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/27941_1116614772228_1732754005_2138.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I've only got a head, and chubby.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunked my Geography and Literature.. I did not read the instructions for Geography and had a thought of doing all the questions. Fuck. As for Literature, the question was not clear. Forget it, I've done my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, walked home with an atrocious mood. Reached home, took out my History notes and textbook, laid on my bed and read. I tend to fall asleep, sighs. Woke up in 2 hours later, and went to memorise Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4. I wonder how those people memorise the whole textbook. I want their brains. I took the whole day memorising it, yet I just can't seem to be drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stress. I mean seriously, I am. Even though I have tried harder to study, I just can't seem to know how to answer in the exams. I always feel that I have a higher expectation from my parents compared to my older sibling. Example of education, working, helping them in whatever needs they want, etc.. Should I be contented because they claim that I could do better, or should I feel miserable because of the stress? I don't know. But what I know is, I've already done my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are substituting me with other girls, using me to help them grant wishes, lying to win me, taking it as a joke when I am serious and making my life so fucked up, listening to one-sided story and accusing me. I don't know what motives they have, I really don't. Second hand.. Don't explain, I understand, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to care about people who doesn't really put in much effort on me. Well, it depends. I know it's weird, but I can't control, damn it. And of course, nothing to be surprised about, they will leave any moment. But whatever it is, I won't be down. I'm always here if y'all need me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much to say, so much so much.. I just can't express everything out. It seems easy, yet hard. So close, yet so far. But overall, my mood is good. So don't worry, nothing is affecting me.. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1443522500813428887?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1443522500813428887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1443522500813428887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1443522500813428887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1443522500813428887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-looks-like-ive-only-got-head-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7303652269519267114</id><published>2010-05-09T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:45:09.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/31642_1116962100911_1732754005_2145.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Matthew to reach home last night. I'm so good, hah. Woke up around 9.30am. Used the internet a while and went to prepare to meet shortshort, didi, Andrew and Dong. Went pizza hut to eat with shortshort while waiting for Andrew and Dong. But they seemed to do everything faster than us, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to the library and study. I don't know why, I just can't concentrate for once. So I studied Geography a while and went to buy things for Mother's Day at Mini Toons. Headed to a void deck and slacked. After that Dong wants to go to East Coast Park. I understand, got his memories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.. Just suddenly love to slack around the neighbourhood at night. I don't know how to say, but.. I just feel that I've got an inexplicable feeling when I walk around. It's like, every time I walk around, I'm expecting someone to appear. But.. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7303652269519267114?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7303652269519267114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7303652269519267114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7303652269519267114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7303652269519267114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/waited-for-matthew-to-reach-home-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2361226697112734552</id><published>2010-05-08T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:49:06.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/27941_1116532930182_1732754005_2136.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't my day. Woke up around 10.15am. Went to prepare to go out. Received a text from Matthew. He blamed me for not waking him up, but he already woke up at 8am! Because he didn't confirm if I should morning call him last night. Sorry, hah. But I had fun sms-ing him the whole day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point with my family. Ate our breakfast and went shopping. Found one top, super nice. After that went home, cause I'm feeling unwell. Didn't go cube with jie. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put up my courage. I'm just gonna say everything out without stopping. Hopefully, I will feel better and forget about the matter as soon as possible. It's really killing me. I doubt that you will understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2361226697112734552?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2361226697112734552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2361226697112734552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2361226697112734552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2361226697112734552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-isnt-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3817680353714331200</id><published>2010-05-07T22:24:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:10:10.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/25450_1102718144821_1732754005_1867.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist. :&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual. During IT lesson, Rachel and I went to edit our video for interview. I have so many NGs! Mr Tan was like talking to ghost cause Chingwei never take tio us, hah. Then half of the boys in our class were laughing. History lesson was interesting. I can't imagine how people from the past lived in Singapore, gosh. It's like the people who are being killed were luckier than the people who were surviving and got tortured by the Japanese. It's damn bloody disgusting until Rachel lost her appetite. But it makes no effect on me, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, ahgong came to talk to me in msn. He asked me out for dinner. Shortshort wanna come along. So ahgong and I met around 7.30pm. Went to Banquet, ahgong had his dinner because he claims that he could eat a bull already. Waited for shortshort to come. She overslept, hah! We took a long time to decide what we wanted to eat. In the end, we went to buy bread and drink. Ahgong asked, "You two eat bread ah? Will full meh?" I jitao replied, "We're not you!" He asked me to shut up, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked under my block. Silence maintain, hah. After finishing our food, we went to the basketball court. Shortshort and I sat at the middle of the basketball court and on songs to the maximum volume. Ahgong went to smoke(?) Bad boy. After that he came to sit with us and we started to play true or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many uncles and Indians (don't be racist by calling names plox) were sitting on the bench at the side of the basketball court. I'll just summarize to the funny parts. First dare was ahgong's. I dared him to do one push up in front of an Indian man. So he went, and the Indian man was staring at him. His expression was like, "What the fuck? You trying to show me how fit you are?" Shortshort and I was laughing, hah. Then next was ahgong's true. I asked him, "Are you a virgin?" and shortshort was like, "What the hell?!" But ahgong answered "Yea?" in an awkward manner, hah. Then third was ahgong's dare. I asked him to skip around and stop in front of another Indian man and skip on the spot. He did it, and that man kept staring at him. His expression was like, "What the fuck is he doing?" Next was his dare again. I asked him to run and shout, "I'm a free man!" He don't dare to do anything anymore because many people kept looking at him, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10pm, we got up and went home. He said that I'm evil. I'm not okay. At his first dare, I asked him to say hello to some random people and he said that it was easy. So I increased a little bit of difficulty for him. Overall, I only tio 3 times. All the other times was shortshort and ahgong. I'm so lucky, hah. Went home and bathed. Looking forward to class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays sms-ing Matthew (not from 2F). He looks like Onew! Anyway, exams are just around the corner. Gonna study with Andrew and Dong this Sunday. Starting with Geography, Maths then Science. I've no hope in History, though I like the stories, hah. Oh well, I don't think they will be studying. After exams will want to do another piercing. I've so many chalets to deal with. Hopes that my plans will not be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm all right, I'm definitely all right. So please, don't need a fucking care from anyone. I'm not like other girls. They claim that they're putting up a facade, they wrote out in advance technology, and it's damn obvious they want people to pity them. I'm not that type. When I say yes, I mean yes. When I say no, I mean no. I dislike people caring about me, seriously. Appreciate if you do, just don't like it. So yea, I'm gonna stop here. Sorry for being harsh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3817680353714331200?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3817680353714331200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3817680353714331200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3817680353714331200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3817680353714331200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/went-to-school-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1892628494255537940</id><published>2010-05-06T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:44:51.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00743.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不在乎天长地久, 只在乎曾经拥有..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was on phone with Teckhwee again. We played video call, fun. Went to sleep at 1.37am. After school, went to slack with shortshort and didi. Chatted a lot, and I was thinking a lot, hah. I shouldn't feel guilty at all, I'm not at fault. Hah. Anyway, there's this class in my school that is so immature and doesn't understands English. -.- I agree with shorshort. The girls in their class, all of them will become "aunties" one day. The guys.. I really bo wei gong la. Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only time could rewind.. I would stop everything. I miss those times. Never mind, it's just fantasy. Sometimes, it's better not to know. Shit, what am I thinking again? Sighs, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1892628494255537940?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1892628494255537940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1892628494255537940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1892628494255537940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1892628494255537940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-343882987849270477</id><published>2010-05-05T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:10:12.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was on phone with Teckhwee. He made me laughed, hah. Thanks. Went to school as usual. Was being called out by Mr Soh, sheesh.. I don't know what's wrong with me. Hot and cold. Forget it. But at least, I tried to avoid my vision towards you. Sighs. If only you could understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home after school. Don't know why so many daiji. Kids. Talk to me only when y'all are mentally grown up. Some people just don't understand English even though it's the main language. I hate repeating myself. And I seriously detest people who goes for looks. It's like, you only love the appearance, not the person. Should go and die instead. -.- Lol. Woke up at 7pm, and I thought it was 7am. I was perturbed by getting late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never notice my presence. I'm a use. Hah. Anyway, take care of youself. I'm happy, and satisfied. It's true. Everything is going to be fine.. I'm just thinking to much. -Smiles- Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-343882987849270477?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/343882987849270477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=343882987849270477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/343882987849270477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/343882987849270477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-night-was-on-phone-with-teckhwee.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-252998240298179495</id><published>2010-05-04T22:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:31:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish is the key. But did you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Teckhwee on the phone until 2am last night. Woke up feeling tired. Was not in the mood to do anything. I'm beginning to have phobias.. Anyway, school was fine. I realise that every History lesson, I will have 87% of the chance to fall asleep, while other lessons I can tolerate the tiredness. During Geography, somehow I just made myself laugh, hah! That's a good thing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight after school. Can't tolerate anymore, and went to sleep. Woke up at 7.25pm receiving a text from didi, saying that there's a patch in AuditionSEA and it included the song, Lupin. I predicted the future, hah. I was expecting that song. So yea, audi-ed a while and went to msn. I asked didi some questions.. He seemed a trifle shocked. Anyway, I detest people trying to get close to me when they know I'm unaware (actually I do) of their thinking and giving cold replies. If you want to be my friend, it's better not to have special feelings. I don't know why.. Unless I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better not to care, when you're not involved in the problem. Intervening silently does not help. I know how to settle people who tries to flirt me. It's like, what does that concerns you of? I'm not stupid, I can think logically, I can settle this better than what you did last night. I'm not angry, and I don't know why you're predicting that I was. Avoiding my questions and saying, "Aiya, my fault la." doesn't help. I really hate people who blame themselves whereby they have nothing to say when my question makes sense. I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to relinquish the past. Probably I'm a burden to him as I'm not that capable and I don't have the ability to do support anything. I don't want my feelings to be numb, the feeling is atrocious. It's like I've become a cold-blooded person. I don't want to lose the ability to love, I mean seriously. There's still lots of people which I can humiliate and disrepute who are immature for hurting me and being impulsive. It's just that, I didn't post it out. It has been dragging for months, yet it's still clinging in my mind due to the distress and pretence of friendliness they gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the importance of my presence never significant to you? It seems like I'm always invisible.. Do you know that I'm still waiting? Do you know that I'm giving myself 101% assurance? I'm running away from reality, really. I still can't believe that it's you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-252998240298179495?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/252998240298179495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=252998240298179495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/252998240298179495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/252998240298179495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/cherish-is-key.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-9026719190689126447</id><published>2010-05-03T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:57:25.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt;11:35am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;up  so early?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:35am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Please don't call me your baby .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:35am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;dardar &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -910px -84px transparent;" alt=":3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:35am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;I'm fucking serious .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:35am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;How serious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other  pic_padding"&gt;o.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:36am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Does it matter ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self  pic_padding"&gt;Wtf am I to you ? Why can't you fucking respect me ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:36am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;yes dardar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other  pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -910px -84px transparent;" alt=":3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;my girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -814px -84px transparent;" alt="&lt;3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:36am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;You really want to stop contact uh ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Fine .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -590px -84px transparent;" alt=":)" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:38am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Seems like you're not mature yet . Seems like  you're still the same . So don't claim that you've changed .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:38am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;i`ve changed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other  pic_padding"&gt;^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:39am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Ya right . By not thinking of how others feel  ? Hah .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;i  got ar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;give kelee liew love &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -814px -84px transparent;" alt="&lt;3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -910px -84px transparent;" alt=":3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;You're really damn thick skin .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:47am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;I'm sorry , I'm not like you . I don't  fucking flirt . Maybe if any girl calls you her guy when you're not even  hers , you don't mind . But I mind . I"M NOT YOU .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt;  &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:54am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;ok kelee baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other  pic_padding"&gt;sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;dont so fierce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;x.x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;relax  k? &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -814px -84px transparent;" alt="&lt;3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:55am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Stop calling me baby . -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:55am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;k la k la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other  pic_padding"&gt;dar dar &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z2US7/hash/ds6fwf8m.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll -814px -84px transparent;" alt="&lt;3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;11:56am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt;Me&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Lol , fine . Don't talk to me from now  onwards . I don't think we can even be friends .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: right;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;11:56am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=608887349"&gt;Kennard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;why ley? );&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other  pic_padding"&gt;sadd..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="p_other  pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is exasperating me to the max already. Once is enough, okay? My tolerance have limits. Lastly, even if you claimed you love me deeply, I don't fucking trust you again. Backstabber.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2am, and woke up at 11am again. Didn't really have a good sleep, so I woke up with a migraine. I kept thinking about the traumatising things I've saw. I decided to go out alone as my gan ahgong told me to change the meet up to Friday. But shortshort wanted to come along. So yea, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her at the train station and we went to Jurong Point. Bought tickets for Iron Man 2, and we went to have our lunch. After eating our lunch, went to arcade and we saw this guy playing DDR. Can you imagine when he's doing the steps and his hands were moving like a gay? Lol. We went out as he stopped playing. We stood outside the arcade and the guy who played DDR came to stand beside us. He kept looking at me, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy drinks outside the theater. There's this 2 guy, whispering and looking at me. I told shortshort to stand another side as I was feeling uneasy. I told her about it, and she said, "Skali we sit beside them, I will laugh die." We went in the theater, and we find out seats. We didn't sit beside them, but we sat behind them. -.- Shortshort was indeed, laughing, hah. They kept turning back trying to look at me, but when I turn my head to them, they look behind me.. Anyway, Iron Man 2 is a nice show. But I can't concentrate eh, don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie ended, the 2 guys jitao turn back. He thought I didn't see it. Well, I could. Because it's like 180 degrees from my vision. We walked out of the theater, and they were still whispering. So shortshort and I took the escalator down, they were at the top looking at us. I feel so fucking uneasy, gosh. Took bus home. As usual, I can't stop thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've a little use for you, it's better than nothing. So I guess, I'm satisfied.. I've got a lot of things to say. But somehow, I just don't know how to elaborate it. And.. ugh.. I hate myself for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, but I should be optimistic. I'm confused..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-9026719190689126447?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/9026719190689126447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=9026719190689126447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/9026719190689126447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/9026719190689126447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/1135am-kennard-baby-up-so-early-1135am.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-8985243369828176901</id><published>2010-05-02T20:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:57:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept at 2am. Thanks to my piercing, it hurts when the ear stick is stuck. Woke up at 11am, can't sleep well. I'm bored and I've nothing to do. I feel so emotionless. At 4.30pm, I've decided to go down my block to have some fresh air. I was supposed to be alone but shortshort and didi wants to come along. So I agreed. We slacked a while and didi bought me chocolate, thanks. But I'm still not hyper. Went to have lunch/dinner. I bought my food and I ate only 1/4 of it. I began to feel like vomiting due to the lack of appetite and forcing myself to finish the food. I covered my mouth and relaxed a while. Around 6pm, shortshort and didi went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down, under my block, listening to the same song repeatedly and staring into space for 1 hour and 49 minutes. I kept thinking about stuffs, and I just can't bring myself to go home. I stood up, and began to walk towards a place. I walked and walked, and I eventually run around the neighbourhood. I stopped, and I squatted down. Adults with kids and people carrying groceries stared at me. I stood up, I ran to the same place again. I sat down, staring into the space. 13 minutes later, I ran to the basketball court, and settled down on the bench. My heart was pumping, real fast. I was thinking, "There's so many people that is more unfortunate than me in this world. Kelee, you must be happy. If you're irritated by guys caring for you, then cheer up." I looked at the time, 8.27pm. I stood up, and I took away my earpiece. I smiled, and I went to take the lift. I reached my house's front door. I shouted for my maid and she opened the door. I took a bath, and I saw my laptop's screen, it was black. I moved my mouse. I plurked, "I'm back." I saw 8 chats, I was afraid to see the names. I began to hesitate. I put up my courage and look out for your name. I was disappointed. 7 guys asked me, "Need an accompany? Where do you want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask my what happened. I'll be all right soon. So don't worry.. After all, I'm a positive thinker and I'm strong enough to endure any problems. Thanks Teckhwee, ahgong, didi, shortshort, Kennard and those who have concerned about me. Much appreciated. Shall end here now.. Bye. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;我想哭, 却哭不出来. 这种感觉好痛, 好痛..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-8985243369828176901?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/8985243369828176901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=8985243369828176901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8985243369828176901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8985243369828176901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/slept-at-2am.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-4325690219751365586</id><published>2010-05-01T20:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:21:44.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00727-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs. (L)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was like a fantasy. Anyway, went to bpp with Sharin and two of my didi (GhimChong &amp;amp; JunShun). Met didi below my block, and walked to bpp. Ate our breakfast and I had my favourite Iced Honeydew Sago! :) Waited for my blur didi and Sharin to find us. In the end they were late, and guess what? We failed to study. Anyway, some people has been spreading my cup size. Go and die. :@ Went home as I was sick. While walking, I felt a bit giddy.. Sighs. An apology to my gan ahgong, didn't went to eat dinner with you. :( After NS we'll have more fun k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished it was perpetual. I don't really know what I'm thinking, but hopefully you would think this way as well. It's like something is controlling me. It has been quite a while. I feel that it's unique and the feeling is just inexplicable. But initially, I shouldn't have put you in a situation whereby it's like putting you into an illusion. Now I have the sense of misgiving, what should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-4325690219751365586?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/4325690219751365586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=4325690219751365586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4325690219751365586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4325690219751365586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/05/luvs.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6664779713939592658</id><published>2010-04-30T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:27:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00685.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00690.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00694.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00707.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hairstyle. My mummy on the right. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was as per normal; went to school with didi. Went home and went to have a hair cut at 3pm. Well, nothing much for today. It seems that everything is going fine for me (I hope). Chatting with Fabian jiejie now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6664779713939592658?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6664779713939592658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6664779713939592658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6664779713939592658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6664779713939592658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-hairstyle.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6147024195190561102</id><published>2010-04-29T22:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:15:40.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I flunked my English paper! I'm not creative enough in making up stories, but I'm sure that I will comprehend how to write if someone gives me a topic reflecting to my life. So the conclusion of my essay is writing with no creativity. -.- For paper 2, I was dozing off. I can't concentrate on the paper, gosh. I effing flunked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that. Don't ever claim that you love me if it's just an infatuation. Worst still, you denied that it ain't true love. I mean fuck off, seriously. If you're planning to think that it's a pleasure playing me, I can ensure you that you'll be remorseful in the future. But unfortunately, I did not fall into your trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed that. You substituted me with her, yet you implied that I am wrong. You know how deplorable it is if I've continued this with you? I kept in silence, means that I don't want to bring the matter up. So stop pressurising me. You need to divine what I'm thinking from your actions. Dare to write, dare to do, dare to admit. Stop avoiding, because I know 我只是你的替代品罢了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Kennard is a sucker. Don't try to flirt me k, it doesn't work anymore. Anyway, I saw his facebook post. Everyone is different. It depends on your maturity stage (which nard doesn't even have :D :D). So, we can only judge individuals. But know the person well before you judge! You don't have the authority over people whom you don't really know (for advices). Do I mean intervening? By right, nobody should be controlled. But why do I experience so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got tons of guys to comment on. Yes, negative ones. But I think I shall stop here. Anyway, it's just my reckon. I'm saying it for the sake of making myself feel better. I'm serious, I didn't type for the sake of typing. I need to do something therapeutic. :/ I think I'm going insane. -Pouts-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6147024195190561102?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6147024195190561102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6147024195190561102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6147024195190561102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6147024195190561102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-flunked-my-english-paper-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7289943807695411273</id><published>2010-04-28T21:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:02:09.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00663.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;A perpetual bond of friendship. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a hectic day. Start off with meeting didi at the same place, and off we went to school. Today's MT paper was tremendous. I can't ensure that it will be in a high score because I was being edgy. But at least it's easier than common test 1, and thanks precious and shortshort for the cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to bpp with Rachel and Eileen to study. I'm totally ignorant about Atoms and Molecules. It's even more complicated than Acid and Alkaline. But anyway, credits to Rachel and didi for teaching me; cognitively understood within the intellect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Subway to have lunch. I just detest cucumbers, it's so yucky! After we had finish munching on our food, something exhilarated us and that makes a good compelling to gain entertainment. I can't tell y'all what happened though, it's a secret. A pity not to tell, but we burst into spontaneous laughter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to slack a while and reached home around 6.20pm. Everything was an impromptu though. Tomorrow is English exam, I'm straining myself with grammars and vocabularies. But more of vocabularies. Have been plurking with Matthew, unkind and didi. 2G ftw plox. We owned 2F because they (Matthew &amp; Zongwei) are obtuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm still thinking about the terrible ordeals. I don't know what on his mind. He just can't be optimistic. So in his opinion, I guess he's implying that I'm wrong. Like I've said, my problems are indecisive and inexplicable. Therefore, you have to divine. If you want to intervene, I'd like to advice you that you shouldn't. Unless you can handle the situation with delicacy (less percentage), but I guess not. After what happened on that day, it's already affecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition told me that I shouldn't care about it anymore, as it's totally over already. But those brutal lies and indecisiveness of beliefs made me unable to stop thinking about it. I bet some people around him are gloating. Whatever, I don't care anymore, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7289943807695411273?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7289943807695411273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7289943807695411273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7289943807695411273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7289943807695411273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/rachel-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2128612436478107016</id><published>2010-04-27T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:05:45.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00662.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to keep a diary. Curious? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00653.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image384.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow take uh!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine, I guess. Tomorrow is MT Paper 1 &amp; 2, and I've yet to revise. Probably I'll start tomorrow. Urged didi to stay back after school and study. Tutor me plox! I'm kinda stressing myself now. Maybe closing my eyes can be very therapeutic. I will then continue torture myself after exams. What I meant was, thinking about my personal problems as he has subconsciously been bothered by an issue related to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all." I need to remember this. Don't claim that you know anything. If you were to know, I won't be rebellious against you. What reasons do you have to be incensed with me? Is it because I rejected for a patch? I want you to think twice. Don't make an impulsive act again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2128612436478107016?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2128612436478107016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2128612436478107016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2128612436478107016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2128612436478107016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/starting-to-keep-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7089702701814982604</id><published>2010-04-26T21:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:18:27.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so empty after finish watching Hana Kimi. Woke up at 6.45am and went to school with didi. Again, I don't know what's happening to me nowadays. But never mind. School was fine. Went back home after dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to verify. I wish that this is the last time I'm going to repeat. Doesn't mean that I'm close to someone, I love him. For fuck sake, please be mature in mind! I can't bring myself to love anyone, so please shut the fuck up and stop saying that I love guys who claims that they love me. No, I don't fucking care. If it's not BGR, then maybe it's fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself always exasperated by guys. I don't know how I got so peevish. I feel so numb out of a sudden. I don't give a damn even when he cares for me tremendously. I dislike them to worry about me, care for me, unhappy for me, repeat myself, force me, control me and question me. I'm serious, fucking serious. Maybe you're thinking, "She doesn't know how to appreciate things." Whatever, really whatever. Go ahead if you want to think this way.  I know that I've got my own reasons not to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just be straight forward. Every time I see couples, I envy them. You felt remorseful because you tend to act on an impulse. You felt remorseful.. But did you take the initiative to find out what's your problem instead of asking me for a patch? Do you know that your act on impulse tends to hurt someone intensely? I can't possibly be accepting a relationship again in this deplorable condition. You're like the second him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm not distress. I'm just emotionless, feeling quite numb. I'll be fine sooner or later. So there's not a need to worry. I'm not a baby, I know what to do. Don't really have to nag at me because I find it redundant as I'm going my own way. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7089702701814982604?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7089702701814982604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7089702701814982604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7089702701814982604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7089702701814982604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-so-empty-after-finish-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7907815193097272638</id><published>2010-04-25T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:40:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Danson.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Danson ttm. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 5am and woke up at 2pm. Nothing much happened today. I've been re-watching Hana Kimi. Looks like I've forgotten almost every part of the story, haha. Mid year exams are coming soon, yet I've not even taking the initiative to revise. But books are really uninteresting.. Sighs, fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like every guy who talks to me, I will feel irritated, exasperated by them. I will even become peevish at times. So I want to apologise if I'm too harsh on y'all. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7907815193097272638?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7907815193097272638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7907815193097272638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7907815193097272638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7907815193097272638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-danson-ttm.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1754796336317880154</id><published>2010-04-24T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:32:05.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to meet Belinda, Rachel, Liting, Winnie, Zann, Eileen, Sarah, Steffi, Patrice &amp;amp; her boyfriend. But didi and I was late, so they waited for us to come before they eat their breakfast. Sorry, and thanks for waiting! Met didi at the same train with impromptu. What a coincidence, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached and ate Big Mac. Saw Fabian jiejie and his friends at McDonald's too. But didn't manage talk to him. Saw my blur didi, he kept staring at me, crazy. x.x Walked to school with Belinda, Patrice and Zann. Went up to the classroom. Miss Shorey was late by 15 minutes as she thought that we will be late too. But ended up she was impressed with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After remedial, went to bpp with didi, shortshort, dearest and meimei. Ended up Belinda and I at Lot1. Don't ask me how, it's just like that. Decided to meet Calvin. Took bus back to bpp and went to Bangkit to meet Calvin and his friend. His friend went to cut hair and I asked didi to find us for lunch. Took bus home with shortshort. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi, I know I can't help much. But what I want to say is that if they don't trust you, just let it be. Appreciate people who appreciates you. Though it may seem disappointed and disheartening, but I still think that we shouldn't clear misunderstandings by explaining. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because they should have trusted you at the first place. Fuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't understand some people. They claimed that they're putting up a facade, and they went around telling about it. If they were really pretending, and they're saying all out, it's really damn obvious that they're trying to tell people that they want more attention and care. What a bitchy way. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1754796336317880154?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1754796336317880154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1754796336317880154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1754796336317880154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1754796336317880154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/was-supposed-to-meet-belinda-rachel.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6765731185418169691</id><published>2010-04-23T22:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:20:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked to school with didi. During morning assembly, the teacher damn pajiao can? I used black and pink ear sticks for each pair of piercings. Then he go catch. -.- But then Patrice got three pairs of piercing, plus the earring she used is like a chain, the teacher never saw tio. Pajiao sia. My last two black one leh. :@ Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History lesson sucks k. Miss Daliah was outside our classroom, then I adjust my hair. After that I took up my pen and Miss Cheng said, "Can you please stop playing your hair and start copying?" I don't know why so many teachers so pajiao one. Can't she see I'm already starting to write? After that Patrice go write on the paper, "Teacher is a bitch." Nice one, haha. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, slacked at class a while and went to get the camera for the IT segment project. It comprises of one student, one instructor, and one teacher. I kept laughing due to the awkwardness when Chingwei was trying to film Rachel and I. Before that, went to 3D with didi. Saw Fabian and Chase. But then unfortunately, Fabian said that Chase emo after we came in. We jitao stand up and say, "Sua! We go out." We were just kidding, haha. Then Fabian jiejie shouted, "Eh come back sit! Come back sit la!" Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewed Joshua and HongRong. But HongRong kept laughing non-stop, so we only interview Joshua. Thanks a lot huh! :) Interviewed Claude as well, but was unable to interview Miss Zhou. Aww. Ate lunch and walked home with didi in the rain. I was singing all the way. :) Didi, you still owe me a dare and surprise. I'm awaiting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy plurking with Zongwei, Anthony and didi. And Zongwei wants me to say that he's kind. Seriously, he is?! But I still think that I'm the kindest, heh! Oh well, he's just blabbering about stuffs. Haha. Bye bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Edited as Zongwei asked my to put this in big.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGZONGWEI IS KIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the kindest. :)&lt;br /&gt;Owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6765731185418169691?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6765731185418169691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6765731185418169691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6765731185418169691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6765731185418169691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/walked-to-school-with-didi.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-847340521039953712</id><published>2010-04-22T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:07:02.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was fine today, except for Home Economic lesson. The teacher damn kaopei. Fucktard. Go and die please. :) Anyway, did tuna rolls. Both of my didi (GhimChong &amp; JunShun) say that it's nice, haha. Thanks. After school, was 1/2 on our way home. But Mdm Yan called, and we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to library and helped both of them a little. Sorry, I got crazy of self-entertaining myself. Now then I realise my blur didi's chinese is so sucky, haha. :X Around 5pm, we slacked at the canteen a while. Went home after that. Lazy to elaborate, but quite a hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to explain. Doesn't mean that I'm close to this particular guy, means I like him. Or doesn't mean that I'm alone or talking to this particular guy, means I like him. Don't ever name someone a third party when I'm not even attached. You don't have to be jealous if you can't even do a simple thing to get a girl yourself. If I stick to my mother, means I want to stead with her? Please be mature in mind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-847340521039953712?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/847340521039953712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=847340521039953712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/847340521039953712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/847340521039953712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-was-fine-today-except-for-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-8187435122413530885</id><published>2010-04-21T22:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:52:20.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S88LgrcudBI/AAAAAAAAA24/sdgUrXPK86M/s1600/2010_3_15_13.8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S88KgFoXviI/AAAAAAAAA1o/j1ULHeK4GRk/s320/2010_4_21_21.56.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462596419407298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm bored, that's why I spammed some overdue pictures.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, that Kennard Ong called me. :@ Another guy making me so pissed off. But oh well, thanks for you concern. Though I don't need that.. I'm a human, I've got feelings too! D: Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to school with didi. I didn't emo with my earpiece today, but didi says that I looked emo. School was fine. CD lesson, I got sabo-ed. -.- Mdm Lee says that she needs two volunteers. Then the whole class shout, "Junshun and Kelee!" Thanks to Patrice Tan. After that we were talking about petting and exposing your body to others will lose dignity. Patrice went to ask, "But during camp, the instructors want us to bathe together so that we could save time. We lost dignity?!" Mdm Lee smiled and replied, "Then did you touch their body?" Yiwei went to shout that she touched mine. Everyone was like, "Wow?!" We're married okay, HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had remedial after school. Dismissed, and went to have our lunch. Patrice and Nicholas was walking together and Patrice went to hug his arm. So cute, haha. :) Makes me think of how I held him oh. I miss the old times. I wanna go out. Fuck, I feel so wrong. -.- Should I meet Kennard? Or should I be more cautious? Damn it, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-8187435122413530885?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/8187435122413530885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=8187435122413530885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8187435122413530885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8187435122413530885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-bored-thats-why-i-spammed-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S88LgrcudBI/AAAAAAAAA24/sdgUrXPK86M/s72-c/2010_3_15_13.8.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6777662818212655706</id><published>2010-04-20T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:33:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/BKJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius sucks! I wanted to sleep at 11pm last night as I was fucking tired. But he text-ed me that I should call him before I go to bed. So I waited for him to reach home. But after he have reached home, I called him. He told me he's going to bathe, and so we hanged the phone. In the end he didn't call me, stupid! :@ Stupid noob, I don't owe you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today walked to school with didi. School was fine. As for the speech to all the lower sec, I wasn't selected. What astonished me was that didi was selected, but I was the one who wrote the speech. Jirel was like, "How come he was chosen but not me?!" Oh well, today JunHao was deeply distressed because of me. I don't know what should I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, didi and I walked like 3/5 on our way home. But he decided to go back to school due to his hesitation of getting the 25% of the marks for MT. So we walked back to school. Before that, I saw SweeHang. He looked so nerd, HAHA. After we've reached school, we went to the library and guess what? Mdm Yan says that he will do it tomorrow. -.- So we went to eat our lunch and Halis came asking me why am I ignoring JunHao. If he didn't talk to me, then how do I ignore him? Makes sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and went to bathe. Guys are really making me so fucking pissed off. Went to sleep and woke up at 8pm. Doing Science and checking all the information was indeed slow and laborious. I would rather have English than Science. :/ Sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious about something. Why do people change aim so quickly when they had just fell out of love? Don't they feel hurt and needs more time? Don't y'all feel so disgusted? :/ What's so stupid is that after they had a new one, they fell again. Don't they know what's once bitten twice shy? Is cyber love infatuation? Precisely. You don't even know that person, yet you can love that person in no time. What if that person turns out to be the same gender as you? What if the person was just using a opposite sex character? Are you a homo? Pathetic. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, due to some memories, I feel quite nostalgic for the place where we used to be together. I just want to say that, when a relationship ends, what matters the most is the beautiful memories. It's the journey, not the ending. It's not that I don't want to get attached with you again. It's just that, if you don't understand my situation, we won't get to last. Okay, whatever. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6777662818212655706?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6777662818212655706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6777662818212655706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6777662818212655706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6777662818212655706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/aloysius-sucks-i-wanted-to-sleep-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-5508758273035256556</id><published>2010-04-19T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:21:50.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked to school with didi and JunHao today. Didi and I was listening songs while JunHao was being left behind, lol. Patrice had a haircut. Looks weird when she put on two bands. Anyway, she's damn hyper today. Sugar rush(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art lesson, I presented slides. Thanks Shane for borrowing us the thumb drive. MT lesson, I presented the newspaper thingy. It was an impromptu. x.x Anyway, tomorrow I'm going to present for the whole school. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, waited for didi to end his remedial because he failed his maths test. While waiting, I rushed all my homework so that I could get home without any work. After they've dismissed, we went to have our lunch. Went to bpp, saw Steffi and Eileen. Homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is monotonous for me. It's like everyday doing the same thing, not having enough time to have fun. Most of the teenagers are having curfews. I'm not the worst, yet I'm yearning for freedom. Pathetic, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-5508758273035256556?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/5508758273035256556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=5508758273035256556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/5508758273035256556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/5508758273035256556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/walked-to-school-with-didi-and-junhao.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1813534509033495135</id><published>2010-04-18T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:59:57.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image309.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image289.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image218.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image2021.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00605.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00607.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00608.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00614.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00615.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00619.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00627.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Shortshortandi.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, we took hundred over photos in a day.&lt;br /&gt;(More on facebook)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am. Saw didi's sms at 7.59am and shortshort's sms at 7.56am. I went back to sleep for ten minutes, LOL. After that I went to bathe, and packed up my bag. Didi at first text me say he's going to come and find me. In the end, he told me, "Faster, Belinda and I at interchange liao." So I was like, "Didn't he say he coming to find me?! :@" I quickly stepped out of the house and he "BOO!" me. Shortshort was laughing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached bpp, bought the ice honeydew sago again. :&gt; Sweet. Went to the Potian noodle shop. I've no choice but to eat without seafood. Went to Aries, didi, shortshort and I bought a white hairband. We dared didi to wear it and walk around the shopping centre. Everyone was staring at him, haha. After that we went to the library to study. Shortshort and I was taking photos. The problem is we just can't study peacefully. But we managed to finish our Literature and English homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to buy a earpiece which cost me $20. Went to find didi's cousin. She's the 27th one, haha. Shortshort sabo me. :( Went out of bpp, saw didi's friend. Two of them asked the same question and they're now the 28th and 29th. Took bus to Greenridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kopitiam. Didi kept poking me. x.x Ate chicken rice as there's nothing without seafood and egg. I miss egg, sorry Zann to miss your boyfriend, egg. After eating, went to slack and we saw the caterpillar yesterday! We were taking photos. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around, we were chatting. As y'all know, didi always wanted to give me a hug when I'm down, but he don't dare. So I said the same thing again, "You also don't dare, hahaha." Then he went to hug and I screamed. I was nonplussed by the hug. Sent shortshort home, didi purposely go hug me again. I feel damn awkward and kept laughing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi walked me home, and he requested a friendly hug, aww. My hug very precious one. Must feel honoured k. :) I feel that we're like blood brother and sister, haha. Anyway, thanks both of you for today. It's fun. But I'm exasperate by those guys who kept asking me redundant questions. Does that matters to y'all? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1813534509033495135?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1813534509033495135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1813534509033495135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1813534509033495135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1813534509033495135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/believe-it-or-not-we-took-hundred-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-8369412321906538786</id><published>2010-04-17T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:57:42.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00600.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sucker.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2am, and woke up at 10am. Went to audi with didi and meimei. After that Lincoln came, lol. Played a while, and went to prepare myself at 12pm. I asked didi accompany me to find Aloysius and Willie. We crapped a lot though, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them at Jurong East. I feel so awkward please. It's been a long time since I've saw Aloysius as we've really been through a lot that time. He's such a sucker who cannot win me. Anyway, a lot of things happened. Slacked around my house. Willie damn funny lehzxc. He found a caterpillar on his neck, he took it and toss it aside. Then Aloysius was like, "-What the fuck?- If you found one again, I will run away." Funny die, everyone was laughing. Still teach bad my didi, asked him want to smoke or not. :@ He quit already, unlike you, noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bpp, I bought more sex bands. I love the honeydew sago. :) Milky taste, haha. Anyway, I owe Aloysius a favour. Go and die, heheh. Reached home, audi with didi a while. Lincoln came in again. Played until 9.02pm and I'm signing off now. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not comprehend what's wrong with me. Is it because of the way their doing it? Precisely. I am perturbed by myself as I feel that I'm really getting abnormal. I just can't control myself. I want to appreciate things, but.. they're just making me fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-8369412321906538786?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/8369412321906538786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=8369412321906538786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8369412321906538786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8369412321906538786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-sucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3052845641336285386</id><published>2010-04-16T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:19:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing first, please verify. Yesterday's post with a picture, 'I'm attached' is referring to Rachel. Yes, I love her. Today was as usual, walked to school with JunHao. School was okay. During English lesson, we were doing corrections for informal letter writing and formal letter writing. I was writing faster than Patrice, and she knew it. So she wasted my time by distracted me, blabbering about how I have two timed her. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Lot1 with Rachel and Chingwei. Actually, I wanted to pierce two pairs. But Rachel told me to pierce one pair first. Didi said he wanted to pierce tongue, but his other friends disagreed with him. So he can't accompany me, sheesh. Brian said he wanted to pierce one ear. Maybe next time we pierce together or something. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After piercing, we went to Aries. Can't find the earring with chain with other patterns. We spent so long in there and ended up Rachel and I bought some sex bands only. Took train together, and I decided to go back to school as someone says that he wants to see me. So yea, I waited for didi to end his robotics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school. They were in the IT lab. JunHao opened the door for me. I went in and sat down. After that I went out because the whole IT lab is full of guys, gosh. Chatted with didi a while. Fabian jiejie seems to be troubling about something. After that his teacher asked me to go in the robotics lab because outside was quite warm. Shane keep shoo me off. :@ But at least I have someone to chat with, which is Fabian~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they have dismissed, we went to have lunch. Anyway, their robotics teacher damn disiao. But total up, 26 people asked if we're couples. Haha. Anyway, went out of school, saw Bryan, Benedict, Bonnie, Melvin, Matthew, Guoquan and JunHao loitering at the opposite side of the road. Like we've expected, they will shout about third parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they have decided to help JunHao. But what I can say is, I have the rights to decide who I want to hang out with. Sorry for avoiding you. :/ I feel that something's wrong with me, totally. I saw something which makes myself more disappointed. Am I really..? Lastly, Rachel complained that I should use simpler english. Is this okay? Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3052845641336285386?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3052845641336285386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3052845641336285386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3052845641336285386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3052845641336285386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-thing-first-please-verify.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2823467676159839912</id><published>2010-04-15T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:24:36.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00591.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attached.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to school with him again. During Literature class, the teacher kept talking. Although it is semi-silent, but nobody listens. All were either laughing like mad, whispering or day dreaming. Nice one. Patrice purposely used her elbow go touch my top, so I touched her back directly and she screamed. In the end, she molested me at IT lab~ After school saw Matthew outside the general office. He fought with Eugene and Eugene cried. But then Matthew looks innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, walked to bpp with Rachel, Eileen, Adeline and didi. Had lunch at McDonald's but didi and I ate Naked Fish. :&gt; Then Adeline went home and we walked around. JunHao and his friend saw us from the top floor and approached us. Saw shortshort and we went to Popular. Many things happened, one thing I don't know why is JunHao kept follow us, or is it me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mini Toons. The Doraemon is fucking cute plox. I bought 2 pairs of keychain. I gave Rachel the ring keychain, and JunHao the skull with a heart. But he doesn't wants to accept it. I was thinking, "16 April is his birthday." But his mind was, "I can't accept it, it's your money." The worst thing is, he sms me instead of taking the courage to talk to me. He's making things really complicated, so I gave it to didi instead. :/ Exasperated, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus home, and he's still following me. After I've reached home, JunHao sms me. I didn't say much and I told him it comes in a pair. He regretted for not accepting. I don't know what he's thinking but everything is too late~ Played audi with shortshort, didi, Rachel and Lincoln. Something just struck into my mind and I've no mood. Went to msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want 4 more piercings. Maybe I'll do it soon. Today's mood was better than yesterday. Just that I kept asking myself the same question, which I've always asked didi. Don't want to mention it, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2823467676159839912?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2823467676159839912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2823467676159839912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2823467676159839912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2823467676159839912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/then-adeline-went-home-and-we-walked.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-4450626617382134819</id><published>2010-04-14T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:11:29.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked to school with JunHao, Matthew and Islam. Sorry for not talking again. :/ Anyway, thanks to ZhengZhou who made me cry at PE lesson. I was really not in the mood, and about to cry. I sat near the wall, and he purposely used throw the ball at the wall and it hit against my back. It really hurts as the force was quite high and the ball was very hard. All the girls crowded around me, asking if I'm all right. Patrice came to hug me. :&gt; Then they scolded ZhengZhou, "See la! She cry already. Apologise!" After that, I got hit by the ball again. I don't really know who is it and I just find a corner and sit down. I've tried not to think negative things, but I just kept thinking and thinking, suppressing my tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Home Economic lesson, I was already not in the mood. Then Miss Wati just came and talk to me, "I'm going to give you a clip, and you're going to tie all your hair up. Go to the toilet and do it now." I just took out my clip and clip my hair, putting my 'fillers' behind my ears. I'm already very pissed off to bother about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, walked home with didi and JunHao. In the end, JunHao went back to school. Didi and I decided to go back to school to have lunch. -.- To have lunch only, I know it's stupid. Saw shortshort, precious and meimei. Walked home together. :&gt; Thanks didi accompanied me home. Sorry if you think I'm blabbering about things.. You know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand something. You know a friend from AuditionSEA for 10 days and he's already got this 'cyber relationship' which he claims that he loves her. On the first day, he's still loving her, but the girl seems to have hurt him. The next few days, he's telling you that he's giving up and trying to hint you something. You don't know that you're thinking too much or you're sensing that it's true and obvious. He cares for you a lot, but you don't like it. He confessed that he likes you, but you feel that it's infatuation because it's only a short period of time and you didn't meet him before. But he insisted that he really likes and care for you. I'm not trying to insult anyone but what if you're a guy? He's a gay? I don't know. I'm kinda confused right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-4450626617382134819?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/4450626617382134819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=4450626617382134819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4450626617382134819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4450626617382134819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/walked-to-school-with-junhao-matthew.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3558580616991704664</id><published>2010-04-13T21:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:46:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked to school with JunHao. I didn't talk because I was in a bad mood. School was fine. During assembly, Matthew walked in front of me and Rachel. Mr Lee was in front too. So Rachel was talking about Matthew's eyes. "I've never seen a boy have such beautiful eyes before." When she's saying that, Mr Lee turned back and looked at us. Hilarious. Assembly period made me cried a little.. Walked home alone. But halfway there, JunHao ran to me and said hi. I was surprised.. Thanks, but sorry for not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very unusual for me.. So many things have happened. I really miss the old times. Those days whereby we've so much fun after school. Who says I don't miss it? It's the only time where I feel that I've no troubles. It's the only time where I feel that life is simple. Yes, without miseries. But I feel that everything changed. It's just too sudden.. Maybe you don't feel it, or is it that I'm being too sensitive? I don't know. Lastly, remember that I told you, "If you think that way of me, just let it be. My conscience ain't killing me." You know what I mean when I do things without an explanation as you know me for quite long huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you needed someone to talk to, you're actually craving for someone who really understands you. Anyway, Joseph didi, you don't to be so agitated. I'm just trying to say one of my friend. Doesn't mean that he's like you, and you're a hongster. So what if everyone calls you that? In my eyes, you're not. Lastly, don't cry anymore. Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Junwei, you probed into our relationship. If you think I'm playing Andrew, so be it. Ya, I never love him before. I'm playing him. I want him to feel hurt. You want to hate me, then hate(?) Again, my conscience ain't killing me. If I wasted his fucking time, then I'm sorry. All those tears were crocodile tears, it's fake. Whatever you think. Really, whatever. I'm fine with it. Happy? Fun? Excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, don't worry about me. I'm not unhappy la. Don't worry! :) See? I'll be fine. Hahaha! :D Anyway, thanks for everyone's concern.. I really appreciate it a lot. Hope everyday would be better for y'all. I'm signing off now.. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is replacing my love for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3558580616991704664?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3558580616991704664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3558580616991704664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3558580616991704664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3558580616991704664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/walked-to-school-with-junhao.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-9033039535188970607</id><published>2010-04-12T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:26:03.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00589.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, did my maths homework. I can't really explain my mood. I'm totally ignorant about the situation I'm going through right now. It's like, "What the fuck is going on?!" I don't know.. Forget it. I'm sorry if I'm cold towards anyone of you. Even the security guard standing behind the gate says, "Why so sad? After school can go home, smile a bit la." Wait, do I really look emotional today? :/ What a drastic change, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long am I going to endure. It's like, you did it for the sake of doing it, or you did it with your heart? Until then I realise that nobody is reliable. Nobody can give you happiness, it's for you to find it yourself. Thanks a lot huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm suppressing my tears. Sometimes, I felt like crying. But it seems that I can't cry it out, and it makes me suffer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;much. I chose to trust you. When people told me that you've changed, I trusted you. Why must you be so brutal? Why can't you just understand what I'm thinking? Why must you put him in a reason? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt my lesson. Probably I'll be leading a solitary life. I don't want y'all to worry for me. Seriously, don't worry. I'm fucking hopeless now. Since some of you rejected on helping me, liquid addictions sounds nice too. :&gt; I need some cement to hallucinate myself. At least.. I won't be able to think that much. Just for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you're happy, I'll be happy too. One word, nostalgia. Though I don't know what's happening to us, but I hope that we'll be able to go through up and downs together again. But.. no, I think I'll be alone. That's the best for you, and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-9033039535188970607?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/9033039535188970607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=9033039535188970607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/9033039535188970607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/9033039535188970607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/went-to-school-did-my-maths-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3419277187245899402</id><published>2010-04-11T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:29:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a bad mood today, and I don't really know why.. I just feel that I've so much problems piling up like a mountain. I don't want to mention it, because one person feeling distress is better than two. I've totally lost interest in guys. Not like I've became a lesbian, but usually I would tease them or 'disturb' them in the sense that calling them names and so on. This applies to majority of them, not all. As for girls, I dote them a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that everything is not the same anymore. Is it that I'm thinking negative or it's really changing? Fuck, I'm someone who is positive, why am I even thinking that I'm thinking negative?! I need some alcohol, seriously. Even though I have the most deplorable past experiences, I feel like making myself numb by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my ex-boyfriends or some guys out there, those who witnessed or probe into my past, if I've told you that anyone who made me into a 'toy', that's what I feel like doing now. Getting into trouble, hooking up with my ex who smokes and having liquid addictions. Taking the risk at 2am to run out of the house and went over to my ex's house. I feel like a bitch, gahh. But wait, that's when I feel numb and hopeless for myself. What the hell, I need some alcohol. I don't know what I'm talking. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be good or bad. It's for me to choose either ways. Don't worry, my mind is very clear. I know the disadvantages and the advantages for both sides. I don't know.. Today is a lonely day, which is really abnormal for me. Because for the past few weeks, I've at least one person who accompanies me all the time. This is what I call changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going to school out of a sudden. It's getting really uninteresting! Something is really bothering me about him. It's like, why are you treating me so cold? I've tried to be a very good friend of yours already. Stupid, you, argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Aloysius, meeting him on Saturday. Thanks for your accepting, I'll explain to you what happened on that day. Anyway, it's been a long time since I've seen you. I bet that you're still as cute as ever~ Hahaha. :) Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3419277187245899402?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3419277187245899402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3419277187245899402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3419277187245899402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3419277187245899402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-in-bad-mood-today-and-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3128923510439985970</id><published>2010-04-10T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:30:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4cd240e18fc3a92b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cd240e18fc3a92b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331766283%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF66FA02D096FC9C8A76EEABFE297F54AAA491D.7C693B388659B7695E0E2D5D16998F0E50EFDF18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cd240e18fc3a92b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgNP4wbS_v39sf0or3KjDl-1MZy4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cd240e18fc3a92b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331766283%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FF66FA02D096FC9C8A76EEABFE297F54AAA491D.7C693B388659B7695E0E2D5D16998F0E50EFDF18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cd240e18fc3a92b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgNP4wbS_v39sf0or3KjDl-1MZy4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSMB, (Y)!&lt;br /&gt;Better view at &lt;a title="WSMB! :)" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSxD7PD8HgQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today met shortshort, didi, meimei, Angel and Syahidah at GreenRidge. Had lunch and walked to school together. Shortshort's leg is swollen, take good care of yourself! Reached school and settled down in the indoor sports hall. Class by class, we took the bus provided by school and off we went. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached our destination. Watched others' school band performances, then ours. I found out that our school's band was quite unique. Majority of the school bands danced "Sorry sorry" and "Nobody". But WSMB did jumpstyle instead. Can't really hear the music as people were screaming. It's "The secret" by Patrick Jumpen. :&gt; If you heard sudden screams during the performance, it's either because of the jumpstyle or the drum major throwing the mace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got silver and most of them cried as they expected for gold or Gold with Honour. For our band members, cheer up. :&gt; Look at the bright side. At least y'all didn't get anything worst than that. All of you were great up there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused back to school. Went to bpp with shortshort, didi, meimei, Rachel, Brian and JunHao. Bought our dinner at Naked Fish and went to Garden Plaza to eat. :&gt; JunHao didn't dare to sit beside me. So he sat alone. After eating, I ran to sit beside him. He's really shy, haha. Arm chio liao. Wakakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus with them and alighted with Rachel, JunHao and shortshort. Thanks shortshort and JunHao accompanied me home. :) I'm super tired now. Shall not elaborate anymore, bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortshort, cheer up okay. I'll always be there for you. Not only me, but others too. Though you didn't want to share with me about your problems, but you can text me or call me up anytime you want. Hope you're okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3128923510439985970?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3128923510439985970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3128923510439985970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3128923510439985970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3128923510439985970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/wsmb-y-junhao-didnt-dare-to-sit-beside.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3785358429751528375</id><published>2010-04-09T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:34:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. :) As usual, woke up and went to school with JunHao and Halis. They're so suspicious. Talk so soft, don't want me listen. :( Morning assembly, practise for cheers again. The same guy sat beside Patrice again. Because she was screaming, the guy's ear very pain. :X Haha. So today I saw him, and I told precious. Then she say, "Sorry ah, later your ear going pain again." Joker sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to bpp with Rachel, JunHao and Matthew to find didi. Matthew so funny sia. He looks a bit like my shortshort. :P Rachel say that he's cute. Oops, I said it. :X But he kept disiao me, stupid meow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, slacked and watched band practising. Jiayou for tomorrow's SYF! After that go find didi and Fabian jie. I was trying to help both of them solving the problem of misunderstandings. See, I'm so good. I've got more problems for my own already. x.x Anyway, both of you don't quarrel again uh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with JunHao. He's still as shy as ever! That makes him super cute, HAHA. Anyway, thanks. :) Watched Stairway to heaven again. It's just so fucking sad that it made me cry. It's just a first love story of both teenagers and yet it lasted even though they've endured through so much up and downs until they became adults. Romantic, cute, touching and really sad. I want him as my boyfriend. :X Anyway, that guy looks so cute can?! Looks a bit like JunHao, except that he doesn't have fringes. I advice y'all to watch, click &lt;a title="Staircase to heaven" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7Dqi_8ImcY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. My audio was in chinese because I have the dvd. But there's subtitle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm summarizing again. I shall end here now, bye bye peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3785358429751528375?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3785358429751528375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3785358429751528375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3785358429751528375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3785358429751528375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6436946551586927044</id><published>2010-04-08T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:52:09.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shortshort so sexy. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious and shortshort. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00545.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortshort, precious and me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the tallest, woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious, shortshort and I was holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested the 3 guys to hold hands too.&lt;br /&gt;But they ended up holding their hands and swinging, like small little kids.&lt;br /&gt;How cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures at Belinda's and Patrice's. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know what's the problem with guys. I find them so irritating. It's like, that have nothing better to do? :/ I hate guys who cares about so much, I mean seriously, when it's too over, I will get pissed off one day. I'm not a baby, doesn't need y'all to tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine. Walked to school with JunHao and Halis, the same thing happened again. Because it's like we suddenly walk so slow and Halis said, "Eh, why every time walk so slow? Funeral ah?" Hahaha. He managed to talk to me though he's still very shy. :) I just feel like laughing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During MT lesson, we were doing composition. Then precious go ask the relieve teacher, "How to write 强奸的奸?" Then the teacher was like, "Is there really a need to?" During recess, JunHao, David and some other people came to 2G. They were cheering and my blur didi asked me to kiss JunHao. I was like, "What the hell? Why?!" Home Economics, my partner changed to YeowTiong. What the hell. x.x I rather with didi than YeowTiong lorhzxc. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home and bathe. Met didi and shortshort at the train station. Went to Lot1 to wait for Patrice. Actually we were planning to go Dhoby Ghaut. But due to the limit of time, we went to Somerset instead. Waited for Keith and Glen to come. Fyi, Keith and Glen just online friends and Keith is 21 years old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch a horror movie and my blur didi then told us he's coming. We didn't care him as the movie is going to start soon. :P So we went in and I was sitting with precious, holding onto her arms. :&gt; Anyway, the overall of the movie was boring. But I don't know why, precious bought the ticket yet she kept closing her eyes. She's so cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to find the uber blur didi at arcade. Went to eat our dinner. Had pepper lunch! :) Thanks noob didi for treating me. Next time it's my turn liao oh! Anyway, we had so much fun. I went home around 9pm. This is how I summarize. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6436946551586927044?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6436946551586927044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6436946551586927044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6436946551586927044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6436946551586927044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-shortshort-so-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1787624963957261848</id><published>2010-04-07T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:57:12.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/happybirthdaypatrice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to wish Patrice a very happy birthday. :) Remember that I love you more than you love me. As a husband, I promise to love you and I will never fail to be there for you! Hahaha, okay, I shall stop exaggerating. Anyway, you can always call me up when you're down, tell me your problems when you're troubled by somethings and lastly, may your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning, feeling really exhausted. But I still went to school. I know what you're going to say. I'm such a good girl right? I know, I know. :) Anyway, walked to school with JunHao again. I didn't know didi was behind us oh, sorry. Then JunHao was trying to say something, but he's just too shy and don't have the courage to do so. It's really awkward and I laughed, gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's math quiz was hard. I've totally forget the formula of expansions. Factorisation was easy, I think. During english lesson, Miss Shorey was outside talking to some pupils. Benedict went to shout, "Suki! Suki! Suki!" and everyone went back to their seat. After that he say, "Suki at office!" Crazy. -.- Fyi, Mr Suki is our discipline master. Well, nothing much happened in school. All we do is to study, what else? :/ I've grew weary of studying, but I've no choice but to study. Needs to buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I was waiting for JunHao at indoor sports hall as the soccer team has training today. :&gt; I was deciding if I should wait for JunHao. So I gave him 3 minutes, if he did not reach in time, then I shall go home. So.. yea, he didn't reach in time and I walked out of school with didi. Saw my blur didi, and I asked him who he likes. I'm really disappointed in him! So I was like walking out of the gate and saying, "How can you like that?" Patrice was in front of us, and just the right timing, I told pointed at Patrice and told him, "See la! Patrice sad liao." My blur didi arm chio and walked away. Then Patrice was like damn blur and she kept asking what happened. Unfortunately, I can't run away from her. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to 7-11 to buy slurpee and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;! Slacked under my block a while, and in the end, didi decided we should go back to school to slack. On our way back to school, saw JunYong, Derrick (our senior, not my kor) and two other friends at the basketball court. Same question again, "Your zhaborh ah? Every time see you stick with her, don't lie la." I'm lazy to elaborate, so go to my didi's &lt;a title="Junshun's" href="http://counting-daybyday.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school. Didi went to toilet, and I saw JunYong walking towards me, asking me for his whereabouts. So I pointed in, and some other people went in too. They were talking inside, can't really hear them. After that they came out, didi and I walked to the basketball court. :) JunHao was shocked that I came back, haha. Watched our seniors and ex-students play basketball. Around 5pm, soccer team was dismissed. Went to find JunHao, he was keeping the balls. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi and I went into the indoor sports hall. ShaoMing asked, "Your girlfriend ah?" Seriously, he's the 15th person to ask this question. x.x Maybe we hang out too often, haha. Saw Mdm Lee and waved to her. Walked towards her and she was like, "Oh my god, your 'fillers' uh. Feels like milking." She was playing with my hair! :( Then she asked me and didi why didn't we go home. She thought we were dating or something. -.- Okay, she's the number 18th person who asked this. The 16th and 17th was asked by sec 2 express, don't really know who he is. Didi too famous at school already! x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed JunHao and Halis to keep the soccer balls. :&gt; While we're on our way to the gate, Mr Suki walked pass. He was pointing at didi, shaking his finger. "Why never go home ah? You.." Didi jitao say, "I know what you're thinking. If you say it, you're number 19." Then Mr Suki reply, "Then you're number 20." Don't really understand, haha. Saw QiFang jiejie at bus stop, waved to her. After that I was walking halfway to my house, she called me and told me that she misses me. I was like, what the hell? Hahaha! Anyway, thanks didi, JunHao and Halis accompanying me home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, I've got something to say. I've been through many different problems for the past few weeks. I hate to repeat. I hate people around me to think negative things, especially when you're too over. I hate it when you're trying to keep things from me, or even lie to me. I hate redundant questions and pressurize me to answer it. I hate naggings, and I know it's for my own good. But seriously, once is enough. I know what to do, I'm not a toddler. Lastly, I'm not that easy to be sweet talk by. If I find it obvious, I'll just pretend nothing had happened and play with you. Sometimes, it really irritates me when I feel that you're trying to flirt. You know, I'm just acting stupid. But the fact is I know what you're thinking. :) Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1787624963957261848?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1787624963957261848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1787624963957261848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1787624963957261848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1787624963957261848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-deciding-if-i-should-wait-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-8791210013193121405</id><published>2010-04-06T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:05:25.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Photo2259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrice's and my baby Eeyore doggy style, HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was on phone with Lincoln again. See your name? Be honoured. :P Haha. Played audition with him a while and went to sleep. Like I've said, I will post that you thought about my name whole day. But it's part of me, so you're thinking about me, hahaha! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today didn't expect JunHao will accompany me to school as we didn't plan on it. But he came still. It's like becoming my daily routine already, sheesh. Met didi on our way, and we walked to school together. :&gt; Saw Fabian jiejie in our class today. Didn't talk to him because he never talk to me, HAHA. Fabian, I know you're thinking that I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days I feel that I'm in a super bad luck. -.- Don't talk about it. Suddenly dislike going school, gahh. Anyway, school was as usual. Study, study, study. Feels like sleeping in literature class. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I was with didi and JunHao. They keep disiao sia. x.x I heard something from didi and Bryan. "You don't want ask, I help you ask." As for Bryan, I know what he's thinking. That's why I kept avoiding him. JunHao was trying to run away, but he got caught by both of them. At that time, I was staring at them as I don't really know what they're doing. But Bryan suddenly shouted, "Eh, he want stead with you!" I jitao walk out of the gate. They followed up. Super shy. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I should go lan as there's no audition in ten mile now. :/ So we were dragging the time oh.. Slacking around my house there. JunHao seems to be emo, don't really know why. Around 4.25pm, they sent me home again. Thanks. I feel so bad as I didn't go lan with him because I know it will be very awkward. I thought Matthew will follow us, but he did not. After I've reached home, something exasperated me. But after probing into his secrets, I finally knew that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I publish this post, I wanna say something I've heard from didi. It really makes sense. Majority of the teenage love is.. Wake up, "Morning! I miss you.", "I love you.", some sweet talks, finding hard for a topic to talk about. Afternoon, "Eat already?", saying that you're a pig or whatever, calling names, finding a topic to talk about. At night, on the phone, finding something to talk about, calling names, asking "You tired?", got to say yes because it will be super boring if we keep on going, and "Goodnight, I love you. Sweet dreams!" I feel that people have more things to talk about with their friends. But sometimes, I just cannot resist when I fall in love. That's really stupid of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-8791210013193121405?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/8791210013193121405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=8791210013193121405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8791210013193121405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8791210013193121405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/patrice-and-my-baby-eeyore-doggy-style.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2620984136703401569</id><published>2010-04-05T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:37:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I made a good friend in audi! His name is Lincoln, the first president of America. But I prefer Obama because it is easier to pronounce. :) Anyway, I was on phone with him last night. We shared our problems to each other. I asked him for the girl's name he don't want tell. :( But I'm still as clever as ever~ I found out her name five minutes later and he was shocked. Then I was talking about my 40 articles and he suddenly shouted, "Holy shit!" and he thanked me for reminding him about his school work. Thank me, thank me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.20am today. Received 4 messages from different people. Didi asked me if I want him to come under my block to go to school with me and I accepted. I thought didi would reach first because he lives nearer to me. But in the end JunHao reach first. At first JunHao can't find me as I was behind him. After that he turned and he chua tio, cute! Walked halfway and saw didi coming. Walked to school together. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian asked me to sms him after didi and I have reached. So yea, I slacked with my pretty jiejie, Fabian and didi a while. Thanks didi for helping me to do my art. :) JunHao and David came into my class, took a glimpse and walked back. Aww, he's still shy. Then precious came, and I followed her to downstairs and I saw shortshort, dearest and meimei! Walked back to the classroom and my didi gone missing! After a while, he came back and he told me that class 3D a lot of guys finding me. They thought I'm Fabian's blood sister, haha. Went up to 3D with didi. Their class damn nice la, can smell food and they're playing poker cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got spammed sms by 5 people in class, asking me about my current status. Don't worry, I'm always a positive thinker oh. Anyway, JunHao asked me to find him during recess. My blur didi was with him, so I was called up. His friend all disiao us. x.x Then I saw my noob didi, and I called him up. JunHao asked me if I wanted to stay back. My noob didi go tell me JunHao asked me if I can stead with him. I jitao, "HUH?!" but it is impossible as he's always so shy when we're face to face. Fabian borrowed my calculator, but there's scratches on it. &gt;:( But never mind, I'm too kind hearted that I've forgiven you. If I didn't lend it to his friend, then I think he's dead already, haha. Thank me, thank me! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, JunHao walked past and I was like, "Oh, he's here already." but Miss Shorey made us stay a while. When we're dismissed, Patrice go exaggerate the whole thing to shortshort in front of JunHao. She talked like I'm so enthusiastic when JunHao came, sheez! But forget it, I'm used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handphone got confiscated by Miss Daliah, or whatever her name when I'm slacking at the indoor sports hall with JunHao and others. Just.. fuck her upside down please. -.- Still catch my hair some more, fuck. Okay, forget it. It's like a few hours only and I miss my phone already. :( I bet it misses me too oh, haha. Anyway, they had training for soccer. So I have to sit down and watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi asked me to accompany him to find shortshort's handphone pass around the train station. We didn't manage to find it. Sorry shortshort, can't help much. I was deciding if I want to go back school. But in the end, I went home. Should I go lan with JunHao and Matthew tomorrow? I need someone to accompany me to go. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2620984136703401569?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2620984136703401569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2620984136703401569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2620984136703401569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2620984136703401569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-i-made-good-friend-in-audi-his-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-8384979260489000609</id><published>2010-04-04T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:24:30.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image166.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uber noob didi anyhow take one. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image169.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, when I'm writing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00542.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my baby Eeyore, so cute. :&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owned Fabian last night. Sec 3 guy owned by a sec 2 girl, hahas. Anyway, last night sucks. I was insenced at some things I saw.. Forget it, I don't really want to mention. About my previous post, I know it's impulsive. But, oh well, I managed to write everything out as I was unable to suppress my anger. But I guess, he won't understand that a sentence can be made to many different meanings. When I was about to fall into deep slumber, JunHao texted me. I was quite shocked as it's around 2.45am. I told him about what happened. He kept asking me to sleep, haha. Still, not in a good mood. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up at 10.30am and my uber noob didi called me when my alarm clock rings. What a good timing! Went to prepare myself and he was waiting under my block. Met him and off we went to Lot 1. He treated me Kinder Bueno, sweet! Fabian was late for one full minute, haha. Went to McDonald's and Fabian was having his lunch. Thanks both of you for doing half of my homework, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had finished his lunch, we went to Mini Toons. As usual, I will go crazy about those cute stuffs there. Like both of them say, my style is, "Hen cute leh!", then -PIAK!- But it's really very cute, can't resist. Especially the baby Pooh bear, aww.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to go into the library, Kennard called me. I was really surprised. He asked me, "Why your blog post always so emo one?" Sorry, I will try my very very best to stay happy and be optimistic! After that we went into the library. I really can't study with my didi. He's always making me laughing like one insane girl. Then there's this funny thing I kept laughing about. Fabian forgotten to switch his phone into silent mode. His phone suddenly rang and.. Didi and I kept, "Shhhhhhhhh!" until he very pek chek and he shouted, "Diam la!" Fabian is currently my jiejie as he says that girls hand writing are supposed to be nicer than guys. But his hand writing is nicer than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With brutal honesty, he told me that he wants a break up. I was traumatised by that. Oh well, I cried a little. Thanks to didi and Fabian, give me earpiece listen song. x.x Apparently, I'm not in a very good mood as before. So.. I shouldn't mention so much about the terrible ordeal. Nothing significant about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to arcade, watch didi play DJ Max Technical. Then Fabian treated us bubbletea. :&gt; Thanks! But he went home after that, leaving me and didi behind. Had western food for our lunch. We managed to finish up our formal letter writing. Played Jubeat, I cannot make it la. x.x Then didi send me home. He told me if he don't, JunHao will whack him, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks everyone for your concern. I'm fine. Meeting JunHao tomorrow morning and going to chiong my informal letter with didi. Lastly, let bygones be bygones. Since I've already been tormented by feelings of insecurities.. I guess, I've grew weary of having a relationship. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-8384979260489000609?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/8384979260489000609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=8384979260489000609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8384979260489000609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8384979260489000609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-uber-noob-didi-anyhow-take-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-4561018793101826421</id><published>2010-04-04T02:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:37:04.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all, don't mind about this post as it is for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;. This is the fifth time I'm repeating it, and I hope that it would be the last already. I saw your post, and you still don't understand what I'm telling you. Let me repeat and give you an answer for this, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't say anything because in your mind you just think that i don't  trust you..&lt;/span&gt;" Your plurk, it wrote there, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazurite loves you.. but do you really too?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You admitted that you posted this. This is the last time I'm gonna say it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're doubting my love, obviously. You suspect if I really love you. When you're suspecting, means that you don't trust me.&lt;/span&gt; You're the one who have been keeping things, not me. I really don't know what's wrong with you, seriously. I just don't understand why can't my repeating of words get into your mind? If I find myself repeating again, I guess I'm gonna explode at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you really understand, read again. Don't say the same thing again and again. I'm a weird person, I admit. That's why I don't like to repeat. Because I will be like darn fucked up. Lastly, can you like shield yourself? I don't want people to think that I'm bullying you. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just fighting for myself to avoid misunderstandings. Fucked up. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-4561018793101826421?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/4561018793101826421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=4561018793101826421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4561018793101826421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4561018793101826421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-all-dont-mind-about-this-post-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6434883065594185179</id><published>2010-04-03T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:57:52.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>101. My middle name is: Meow.&lt;br /&gt;100. I was born on: 28 January 1996.&lt;br /&gt;99.   I am really: Great.&lt;br /&gt;98. My cell phone company is: Ass.&lt;br /&gt;97.  My  eye color is: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;96. My shoe size is: 72897583978937.&lt;br /&gt;95.  My ring  size is: 0.01.&lt;br /&gt;94. My height is: 168cm.&lt;br /&gt;93. I am  allergic to: Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;92.  I was born in: Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;91. I live in:  Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;90. The last  book I read: SpongeBob.&lt;br /&gt;89. Last movie  you watched: My ex.&lt;br /&gt;88:  One thing you hate about yourself: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;87.  My favorite Holiday is: I love school.&lt;br /&gt;86. The last three CDs I  bought: You, eat, shit.&lt;br /&gt;85. Last  song that made me cry was: You made  me cry.&lt;br /&gt;84. Are you taken or Single: Does it matters?&lt;br /&gt;83.  If  you’re taken, by who: Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;82. Do you like being single/taken:  Single.&lt;br /&gt;81.  What did you do last night: Quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I  Do/Do Not Believe In;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  Love at first sight: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;79.  Luck: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;78. Fate: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;77.  What do you think of yourself: Good  girl.&lt;br /&gt;76. Aliens: No.&lt;br /&gt;75.  Heaven: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;74. Hell: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;73.   Ghosts: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;72. Horoscopes: No.&lt;br /&gt;71. Soulmates: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which   is Better?;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Hugs or Kisses: Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;69. Drunk or  High: Drunk .&lt;br /&gt;68. Phone or Online: Both.&lt;br /&gt;67. Red heads or Black  heads: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;69. Blondes or Brunettes: Mine.&lt;br /&gt;68.  Hot or Cold:  Cold.&lt;br /&gt;67. Summer or winter: Summer.&lt;br /&gt;69. Chocolate or  Vanilla:  Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;68. Night or Day: Night.&lt;br /&gt;66. Curly or  Straight Hair:  Straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s What I Think About;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.   Abortion: Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;64. Backstabbers: Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;63.  Parents:  Paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time I;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Went out of  town:  Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;61. Had food: 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;60. Seen someone: Just now.&lt;br /&gt;59.   Cried in front of someone: 300310.&lt;br /&gt;58. Grew: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISC;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.   Who is the ditsiest person you know: They.&lt;br /&gt;56. Who makes you laugh   the most: Patrice.&lt;br /&gt;55.The last movie I watched: My ex.&lt;br /&gt;54.  What I  don’t understand is: What created god?&lt;br /&gt;53. The most unsatisfactory   answer I’ve ever received is: "Aiya, my fault la."&lt;br /&gt;52.  Something I  will miss when I leave home is: Computer.&lt;br /&gt;51. The thing  that I’m  looking forward to the most: School.&lt;br /&gt;50. The thing that  I’m not  looking forward to is: Exams.&lt;br /&gt;49. Tomorrow: Is a new day of life.&lt;br /&gt;48.  Today: Busy with homework.&lt;br /&gt;47. Next Summer: Is hot.&lt;br /&gt;46. Next  Week: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;45. People call me: Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;44.  The person who  knows the most about me: Nobody, seriously, none.&lt;br /&gt;43. The most   difficult thing to do (for me) is: Force myself to be with someone.  (Avoiding)&lt;br /&gt;42. I have gotten a  speeding ticket: No.&lt;br /&gt;41. My zodiac  sign is: Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;40. The first  person I talked to today was:  JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;39. First time you had a  crush: Primary 5, Derrick korkor,  be honoured, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;38. The one person who  can’t hide things from me:  Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;37. Last time someone said  something that you were thinking:  Just, thanks to JunShun.&lt;br /&gt;36. Right now I am  talking to: JunShun.&lt;br /&gt;35.  What is your dream job: Don't know. I want a house, with stairs and  made of pillows!&lt;br /&gt;34. First job: Sales/cashier.&lt;br /&gt;33. I have/will get  a job at: My adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;32. I have these pets: Hamster, terrapin and  turtle.&lt;br /&gt;31. I hope: I can just have peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;30.  The worst sound in the world: His  voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The person  that makes me cry the most is:  Teckhwee.&lt;br /&gt;27. Florida or Hawaii: Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;26. My favorite piece of  clothing is: Anything sexaye.&lt;br /&gt;25.  My favorite sport that I do is: I  detest sports.&lt;br /&gt;24. Last time I  cried: 300310.&lt;br /&gt;23. My friends are:  Caring.&lt;br /&gt;22. My computer is: A laptop.&lt;br /&gt;21. The school I  go to is:  West Spring Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;20. Last  person I got mad at: Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;19.  The all-time best movie is: A lot.&lt;br /&gt;18.  The all-time best thing in  the world is: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;17. The  all-time best smell: Paint.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Your current theme song is: Don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. The most annoying  person you know is:  Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14. I lose respect  for  people who: Jumps into conclusion, not admitting but denying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  The movies I have cried  at are: Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;12. Closest friends name:  JunShun, Patrice, Belinda, Zann and more..&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite  web site: My  blog.&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to be: Alone for now.&lt;br /&gt;09. The worst  pain I was  ever in was: After breaking up with Teckhwee.&lt;br /&gt;08. My favorite  word/phrase is: "It's like.."&lt;br /&gt;07. My room is: Small.&lt;br /&gt;06. My  favorite celebrity is: I am one.&lt;br /&gt;05.  My fear is: How long am I gonna  continue this?&lt;br /&gt;04. What I like about the opposite sex: Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;03.  Who has broken your heart: Him.&lt;br /&gt;02. One thing  that makes you feel  great is: Going out, packing with full of activities.&lt;br /&gt;01. You filled  out 101 questions  because: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;How can you profess something like that?&lt;br /&gt;It's like, if you're a man, stop denying.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have evidence here.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't take this.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, 我承受不了.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get distress for me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, let's talk no more.&lt;br /&gt;Just diverge our paths.&lt;br /&gt;You live yours, I live mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very obstinate now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to humiliate you in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry, I just can't think about us right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really putting studies into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Didi sms me at a good timing oh. :)&lt;br /&gt;We did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;homework together.&lt;br /&gt;You know, Miss Shorey is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to do a total of 40 articles as a punishment. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I asked didi to help me to do half, and he accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks didi, aka JunShun for helping me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did for so many hours, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I finished it around 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;We left an informal letter and a formal letter to write.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we're meeting tomorrow and do it together. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I miss you di, see you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6434883065594185179?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6434883065594185179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6434883065594185179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6434883065594185179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6434883065594185179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/101.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-4778827566409005692</id><published>2010-04-02T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:53:34.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today woke up and saw JunHao's sms.&lt;br /&gt;The timing so zhun can?!&lt;br /&gt;I on my com a while to look at PBKZ's blog.&lt;br /&gt;After that my noob didi asked me if I want to do homework at plaza.&lt;br /&gt;So he asked Fabian to come along because Fabian wants to apologise to me. :X&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expected that I would go out today, take it as an impromptu? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded the same train as didi.&lt;br /&gt;Met Fabian and we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Didi keep say I treat, I agreed with him.&lt;br /&gt;He every time cheat my feeling one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Take my money give uncle-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Uncle don't take hers, take mine.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Orh. -Smiles-&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hate you. :(&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Ya, I know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then never mind, treat him drinks lorh.&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting, then he kept making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;After that I accidentally hit until my cup and the ice all drop.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed, then many people looked at didi.&lt;br /&gt;They thought he did something to me, haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Didi kept laughing, disiao some more. :@&lt;br /&gt;Went to MacDonald's, intending to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Adeline, she looks so cute with her hair untied!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to didi, I can't focus on my work.&lt;br /&gt;Because we kept talking and talking, gahh.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, we decided to go to ten mile's lan shop.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I should stop procrastinating my homework..&lt;br /&gt;I've soon grow weary of playing those computers there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Heard that my hamster died, it's even the one which baby bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was really depressed about it, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Didi was worried about me because I'm like going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't, and still smiled in a forlorn attempt to reassure him that everything was all right.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I really don't want you to worry about me. :(&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Ate our dinner at didi's favourite 'Pontian Noodle Store'.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna copy and paste from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didi's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a title="JunShun" href="http://counting-daybyday.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Auntie: I saw you this morning walking around outside the store.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.. ya  full mah. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Orh, who is that girl? Your girlfriend ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No  la.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: She so pretty, if you don't hurry, later she got snatch away.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Pat Kelee's head* Ya lorh, pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;Kelee:*Blush*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait, I where got blush sia?! :@&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to the pet shop and buy bedding and food for my hamster.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a baby hammy, super cute plox. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Fabian and didi walked home with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-4778827566409005692?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/4778827566409005692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=4778827566409005692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4778827566409005692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4778827566409005692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-woke-up-and-saw-junhaos-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2401904320133306989</id><published>2010-04-01T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:15:57.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, my noob didi chased after us.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;JunHao kept sms-ing me, asking me if I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel so shag sia, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;During recess, band performed at the field.&lt;br /&gt;Qifang jiejie tapped on my shoulders, haha. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remembered about the the whole performance.&lt;br /&gt;It was great! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;While watching, there's this guy walked pass me and called my name.&lt;br /&gt;He was walking with my noob didi.&lt;br /&gt;I approached them a while later and didi told me, "Fabian from your facebook."&lt;br /&gt;Then about yesterday, I saw a guy, didi told he he's JunYong, also from my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Now think of it, it's like I've random accepted or add so many peoples. :X&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jiayou WSMB at 100410's SYF!&lt;br /&gt;Around 1.50pm, JunHao sms-ed me after school meet at the staircase there.&lt;br /&gt;After school, me and noob didi waited for JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;But then waited for him so long but he didn't appear.&lt;br /&gt;So didi say go to his class. :O&lt;br /&gt;Went up to his class, I was standing beside the window.&lt;br /&gt;Then di go push me, I scream. -.-&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you go and die pleasezxc!&lt;br /&gt;Matthew went to the window there, and I called his name.&lt;br /&gt;After that he say, "How she know my name sia?"&lt;br /&gt;Why won't I know his name when he knows my name? ._.&lt;br /&gt;So I talked to him as the guy who wanted my number at lan asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;Then they dismiss already ma, JunHao walked out.&lt;br /&gt;The Matthew go sabo me, !@#$%^&amp;amp;*().&lt;br /&gt;Didi also sabo me, geez.&lt;br /&gt;Why you all like to disiao?&lt;br /&gt;Walked to plaza. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way chatted a lot.&lt;br /&gt;At plaza, didi and JunHao so many friends siol. :X&lt;br /&gt;Still can't believe JunHao is the captain of soccer, really, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Went to library, after that didi went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;After that saw Hakim, Qawiy and one guy.&lt;br /&gt;Hakim and Qawiy thought I forgot them sia.&lt;br /&gt;Of course remember la, primary school same class.&lt;br /&gt;Then they asked me if I remember Andy, that fat ass. :P&lt;br /&gt;Didi say I famous among guys, joke sia.&lt;br /&gt;If I famous among guys, then Patrice is what?&lt;br /&gt;Whole school most famouse one? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Walked home, thanks, once again to you two. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to elaborate eh, going to post on my PBKZ's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't know what you're up to. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Still feeling the same as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2401904320133306989?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2401904320133306989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2401904320133306989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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until 6.20am, zai hor?&lt;br /&gt;I know I pig, don't need to say.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday walked to school with JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;I cried during Chinese lesson, then precious go shout! :(&lt;br /&gt;After school, JunHao ask me to find him in indoor sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened la.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my noob didi, keep stressing me.&lt;br /&gt;But at least JunHao managed to help us.&lt;br /&gt;After that they accompanied me home.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened la, lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Today same thing again..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, precious always disiao me and JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;Now I got people to disiao her le, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Time for revenge, woooo~ :X&lt;br /&gt;After school, JunHao ask me want watch basketball interclass or he training.&lt;br /&gt;So I supported shortshort for basketball instead.&lt;br /&gt;Because need at least 3 boys and 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;Benedict is so pro can?&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's like 3 vs 5, because the 2 girls like never play.&lt;br /&gt;Only need them for the requirement.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised can watch both, because the soccer field is just beside.. o.o&lt;br /&gt;After that Liting say need go home at 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Benedict, Bryan and Yeow Tiong keep ask me join, sheez.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I change liao, they don't need already.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied JunHao to keep the soccer balls.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he captain sia, haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that didi go ask him, he say now he like become their dog.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the LRT there, Angel went home.&lt;br /&gt;Left me, shortshort, didi, JunHao, Firdhaus and Sharin.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. thanks someone for accompanying me walk home. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're fine, cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;Ending here now, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Saw your plurk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't have to compare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Because there's never a guy who won't makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6788967857443951492?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6788967857443951492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6788967857443951492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6788967857443951492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6788967857443951492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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then my noob didi saw him first, and didi stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;We walked behind, JunHao and his friends walked in front.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we walked separate ways, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Was shocked again when JunHao sms-ed me in class periods.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I failed my maths test by 1 mark. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So need to stay back, rawrs.&lt;br /&gt;Then didi say he accompany me, even though he passed.&lt;br /&gt;Yiwei asked me if I fell in love with my noob didi.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "You think too much le ba?!"&lt;br /&gt;After I do finish the paper, went to IT lab to find JunHao, noob didi and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;So many people inside, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to ten mile de lan shop there.&lt;br /&gt;Didi say want pei me go le, in the end never.&lt;br /&gt;But I understand la, just that we feel damn awkward. :X&lt;br /&gt;Played Sudden Attack with JunHao, Matthew and their friend.&lt;br /&gt;I keep kena owned sia, and the Matthew so pro in knife.&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard, "Fire in the hole!", makes me think of my past.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, their friend go ask my for my handphone number.&lt;br /&gt;He graduated from secondary school de, lol!&lt;br /&gt;The JunHao go make fun of my name. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I turned back (he's sitting behind me and Matthew is beside me) and stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;He was like resisting not to laugh, rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm, we walked to Teck Whye station there.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew walked the other way and left me and JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn awkward okay, he's like always so shy.&lt;br /&gt;He don't dare ask me, so he sms me if want send me home instead.&lt;br /&gt;So I replied, "Anything. If you tired then go home."&lt;br /&gt;In the end he accompanied me walking home.&lt;br /&gt;He managed to ask me a question, and we became silence after that.&lt;br /&gt;Really damn awkward la, because I'm like walking in front and he's behind.&lt;br /&gt;Just summarising what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;And this is to my noob didi.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for causing so much troubles these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad because it's like I ruined it between you and her.&lt;br /&gt;You may say it's not my fault la..&lt;br /&gt;But then if I didn't appear, nothing would happen right?&lt;br /&gt;Every time ask you to accompany her, yet you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just meant it seriously, because I want to stay out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't meet you early in the morning le.&lt;br /&gt;You rest well, don't let your parents suspect already.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in your normal times ba.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bad mood now, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-5400602519108595771</id><published>2010-03-28T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:20:07.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I woke up, I saw a message from you.&lt;br /&gt;It says that you're asking me if you want us to be single.&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's really darn disheartening?&lt;br /&gt;Just put yourself in my shoes all right.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm too sensitive in words.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand..&lt;br /&gt;Why did you asked for a separation and you typed as if I'm leaving you soon?&lt;br /&gt;It's you, not me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that someone gave me two options and yet I chose to stay?&lt;br /&gt;You know what I detest the most?&lt;br /&gt;It's when there's nothing happened, yet you thinks so much.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;The more you think, the more I get frustrated and the more I wants to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel that you only understand me well as a friend, not a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being straight because I want to drag no more.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to know me well as a boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;I dislike repeating my words, especially when it's a redundant question.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like it when I'm not feeling that way, yet you kept asking.&lt;br /&gt;That's me, and I love who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just want to be alone, really damn frustrated by things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early post today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, thanks JunHao accompanied me sms.&lt;br /&gt;Really shocked when you said something.&lt;br /&gt;Real life nothing to say, sms a lot thing to say huh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my noob didi, shortshort and meimei as well.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;For the second time, I'm so excited for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I miss my girls like precious, shortshort and meimei.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I miss the hyperness with my noob didi.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna slack with you all again.&lt;br /&gt;Y'all never failed to make me smile huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I almost cried and made didi darn worried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry that today really lazy to go down slack with you.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning slack in class okay?&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-5400602519108595771?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7743125477551307354</id><published>2010-03-27T23:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:00:48.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Belinda shortshort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and shortshort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zann meimei and shortshort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortshort, Syahidah, Khalida, meimei and me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sarah sister, meimei and shortshort. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/Pic0693.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortshort, me, sister and meimei. ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say something. :)&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home, I was at amk.&lt;br /&gt;So I saw this white and black shirt guys.&lt;br /&gt;I pointed middle finger at them and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;They thought I never say anything means I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;That's just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a hectic day!&lt;br /&gt;Noob didi morning called me.&lt;br /&gt;Then he say my voice like cat, so cute, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to prepare and met him at lot1.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and bought meimei's birthday present. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Went to arcade, saw noob didi's friend and watch him play ddr.&lt;br /&gt;Ate with didi, then the China peoples beside us damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing when I'm eating, gahh! :X&lt;br /&gt;After that met shortshort, Syahidah and precious.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and noob didi walked to the arcade there.&lt;br /&gt;I guess correct his friend age sia. :X&lt;br /&gt;Because he told me that no one guess correct before and I'm the first one!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;They went to eat, me and didi sat down and chat.&lt;br /&gt;After that we distracted meimei to help shortshort and precious. :X&lt;br /&gt;They wanna buy present for her.&lt;br /&gt;Walao, they choose one present choose so long sia.&lt;br /&gt;We not wearing uniform like you all leh. :(&lt;br /&gt;After that we rushed home, precious, shortshort, meimei and Syahidah followed me.&lt;br /&gt;So I prepared myself and we walked to school as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Earth Hour, we were doing for CIP.&lt;br /&gt;I was holding my precious' hand and then we ran to school, hoho. :D&lt;br /&gt;We were late a bit, after that we went to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Came back and saw my noob didi liao.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, while walking to the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: -Walked pass 2F-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: JunHao! Wo ai ni!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Whacked him-&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: -Kept looking at him-&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: Eh, see he arm chio leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya ya ya, I love you. -Put my hands around her-&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: You see! He arm chio leh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya ya ya, okay, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is indirectly disiao-ing me and him, you know.&lt;br /&gt;After that in bus, my noob didi kept poking me.&lt;br /&gt;Go and die please. :(&lt;br /&gt;Reached Hongkah North.&lt;br /&gt;Had a briefing and we were separated to inform different households.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I was slacking all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Around 6pm, went back to the hall there.&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures and had our dinner around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Didi was sitting far behind me, and I was sitting in front.&lt;br /&gt;He shouted to me must eat finish, if not gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your concern, I'm touched. :X&lt;br /&gt;After that he walked towards me, I ask him help me buy drink.&lt;br /&gt;So he went to see, I told meimei I can't finish the food. :(&lt;br /&gt;Left like 1/4 of it, I threw it before my noob didi come nag me. :X&lt;br /&gt;Some people were advertising for the haunted mansion.&lt;br /&gt;A lot people say don't need, cause I'm already a ghost because of my hair. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Even Mdm Lee also disiao me. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then went to buy drinks, didi treat me again.&lt;br /&gt;I was like chasing after him here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Matthew, he keeps saying JunHao in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;After that he purposely run to JunHao, so I have to like stay far far away.&lt;br /&gt;If not JunHao will sms me tonight and say that he's very shy again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care liao, I just chiong.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my blur didi walked pass, and then I pass him the drink.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why many people say me and my noob didi like couple.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we hang out often now ba, he really is a good listener and can make me hyper.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this haunted mansion at the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;So I went in with precious, sister and meimei.&lt;br /&gt;At first they blind folded us, sister keep screaming for no reason, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's too scared ba.&lt;br /&gt;But she's standing in front, so the hosters there keep ask her go in.&lt;br /&gt;She just keep saying she's scared.&lt;br /&gt;So I really pek chek liao, I go in and lead them.&lt;br /&gt;After that we reached another door le, then we took out the blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;I lead them and we went in.&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy saying, "BOO!" when I'm just in la.&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at him and kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;After that he was like, "FAILED!" and walked away laughing.&lt;br /&gt;So I was laughing all the way inside you know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I kept walking and walking, precious kept holding my hand from behind.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's two white ghost with painted face standing at the door.&lt;br /&gt;I approached the door and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two white ghost: -Evil smile and walking towards me slowly-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Thinking when will they make way for me-&lt;br /&gt;Two white ghost: -Still walking towards me-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Two white ghost: -Walked away with a "FAILED" look-&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: -Resisting not to laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I heard was sister and precious screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in the room, there's this two guys saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Sorry, she (on the bed) cannot be saved..&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: -Quarreling with him-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay, god bless you. -Walked away-&lt;br /&gt;Person on the bed: -Suddenly jumped-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone scream, but I don't know who. :X&lt;br /&gt;When we got out, there's this guy at the door without any scary dressing "BOO!" me.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped a while, first time got scared, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So precious kept talking about the 'excuse me' thing.&lt;br /&gt;They kept laughing and laughing, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that I saw my noob didi's sms.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he's god damn worried worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;It was because JunHao told him that his class got a girl cry in haunted mansion.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, read his blog for more information, click &lt;a title="JunShun" href="http://counting-daybyday.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then sister, precious, meimei and me went to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my noob didi and then I heard people cheering.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and saw my 3 girls, my blur didi and some of the guys looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;They shouted, "Kelee, you rocks! \m/ Woo~"&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, because the hall got many people looking also.&lt;br /&gt;Then precious and meimei continued saying about what happened in the haunted mansion.&lt;br /&gt;They told so many people, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;While didi keep saying that he's worried for me, yet I'm having fun. :X&lt;br /&gt;Sorry laaaa, also not purposely make you worry de.&lt;br /&gt;Is you think too much already, I where got so timid?!&lt;br /&gt;After that my blur didi asked me if later wants to pei him and others slack.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted, but it's damn obvious that I know what we're going to do.&lt;br /&gt;Since you're my di now, you didn't realise me and JunShun got jie-di connection.&lt;br /&gt;Meimei say JunHao keep taking a glimpse at me. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Until we go in the bus, they still keep say I rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was like making fun of the 'ghost' inside the haunted mansion. :X&lt;br /&gt;Then precious say next time want go, must go with me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I made her laugh instead of scared, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So we reached school, gathered around with blur and noob didi and Sharin.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what my blur didi going to do, asked JunHao to come along.&lt;br /&gt;At first JunHao stand very far then I keep walk walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;Then my blur didi say, "Stay here, don't move. Stay hor, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Uh.. Okay. Erm, wait. You my didi leh, why listen to you?"&lt;br /&gt;I walked away, and he was like, "Walao! :(", HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to plaza for like 20 minutes like that.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 20 minutes, my blur didi keep telling me JunHao wants to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;But he very shy, don't dare to talk.&lt;br /&gt;It's like he called me more than 5 times le.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to disiao JunHao by walking beside him.&lt;br /&gt;He kept running away, so damn shy lorh, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Reached, and slacked a while.&lt;br /&gt;Went home like 10pm like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my noob didi accompany me take bus!&lt;br /&gt;Then JunHao sms me say I a lot admirer, haha. :X&lt;br /&gt;Aww, go sleep la, and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with you all today. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bringing my mood up.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I just feel that everything is so damn different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7743125477551307354?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7743125477551307354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7743125477551307354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7743125477551307354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7743125477551307354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-and-belinda-shortshort-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2695714650926946331</id><published>2010-03-26T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:19:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am today.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite early for me, but bo bian, noob didi say go school do homework.&lt;br /&gt;Met him at the train station there.&lt;br /&gt;I made him not enough sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and did summary.&lt;br /&gt;After that my blur didi came.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all, this is the power of a blur and a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: -Walked pass me-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Was doing summary and saw him-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi didi!&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: -Didn't notice and walked to his seat blurly-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Hahaha, failed.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Walao.&lt;br /&gt;-5 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: -Walked to our seat-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi didi!&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Walao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: Oh, hi jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is call blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Kicked didi's leg-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Me: :D&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: -Trying to take off my shoe-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Looked at him-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: -Cannot take out of my leg even though it's untied-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hais, noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is call noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, has been shag for the whole school time.&lt;br /&gt;Precious kept hugging me, aww. :)&lt;br /&gt;And my shortshort is so cute~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during recess ate together again.&lt;br /&gt;Noob di keep from PE lesson until recess say about this YeowTiong and HongRong.&lt;br /&gt;After we got back to class, I sat in front of him and Brian was beside him.&lt;br /&gt;Then I keep whacking him.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell you all what he said, don't want be so bhb.&lt;br /&gt;After school, noob didi pei me walk to my house there.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and bathed, went to amk.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in kbox with baby, Mac, Xiaoyan and another 2 maplers.&lt;br /&gt;After that went home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to elaborate..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why only my schoolmates can make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're just too fun or something? D:&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, shall end here now, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Stop avoiding me, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2695714650926946331?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2695714650926946331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2695714650926946331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2695714650926946331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2695714650926946331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-53505921120031026</id><published>2010-03-25T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:24:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/BKAFJ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda and Angel~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talltall and Shortshort, love her! :)&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, I'm sweating.&lt;br /&gt;The guy behind damn extra, he purposely one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda so cute, omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunShun didi thought I wanna jump down. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/image152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why he like to take my emo pic.&lt;br /&gt;Still a bit stuffy and sweating. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not I got 2 didi, 1 noob (JunShun), 1 blur (GhimChong).&lt;br /&gt;Then noob didi come sms me lame things about cat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;After that walk to school, and then go to class.&lt;br /&gt;He pangseh me at the morning assembly!&lt;br /&gt;During MT lesson, both of my didi behind scolding each other.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, "Liang ge xiao didi, bu yao chao jia!"&lt;br /&gt;So funny, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during recess, noob di come and join us.&lt;br /&gt;We all feel so damn awkward sia. :x&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class, he say I pangseh him but is he pangseh me!&lt;br /&gt;Then the blur one damn idiot leh, talk to him, dao me, zz.&lt;br /&gt;I had gastric pain, endured for 3 periods and 1 briefing talk.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, whole day ate like 1/3 of the plate of rice until today 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and the noob one keep nag at me say, "See la! Tell you eat, you don't want."&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, really no appetite ma.&lt;br /&gt;After dismiss, I was like, oh my god, finally!&lt;br /&gt;So went down to eat with noob di. :)&lt;br /&gt;He damn idiot leh, always snatch and help me pay.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, next time don't want eat with you liao, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said, yesterday the blur one ask me to do him a favour.&lt;br /&gt;The favour is go watch the soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like staying at home, then accepted lorh.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, my blur di and JunHao sitting together.&lt;br /&gt;Then the noob one run to their seat.&lt;br /&gt;After that, the blur one keep ask me faster sit beside him.&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down, the JunHao was eating ma, then he turn his head to the left.&lt;br /&gt;Five seconds later, he say, "Erm, I go there sit."&lt;br /&gt;Then both of my didi pull him, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm a virus sia, sheez.&lt;br /&gt;Saw shortshort and Angel sitting together.&lt;br /&gt;Went to sit beside my shortshort, luvs.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, went up and they started playing.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining, gosh, and they still continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;Firdhaus go kick the ball from third floor to the school car park there.&lt;br /&gt;Really pro, -clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;Me and shortshort took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, we went down to the canteen to slack again.&lt;br /&gt;Then around half an hour or so, we went to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Shortshort, Angel, Firdhaus, Hakim, Qawiy, noob didi and me only, others went home.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the car park, 6th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked and listen songs. ^^&lt;br /&gt;After that noob di pei me go buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the car park there.&lt;br /&gt;Got one part is whereby Firdhaus go climb over the other side of the building.&lt;br /&gt;It's like 6th floor leh, later he accidentally never hold properly then he fall down, will die.&lt;br /&gt;I go shoot the pearls, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Then take pictures all that.&lt;br /&gt;Around 6pm like that, all went home. :)&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I might be quitting cyber for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe until mid-year exam finish ba.&lt;br /&gt;But I will on my computer and update my blog as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Only blogging okay, haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;So if you want my number, kindly add my facebook and personal message me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and the noob one.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me la.&lt;br /&gt;I won't do anything stupid, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Just one more day and I hope everything would be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-53505921120031026?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/53505921120031026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=53505921120031026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/53505921120031026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/53505921120031026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/belinda-and-angel-talltall-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2807281482179345933</id><published>2010-03-24T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:05:55.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept early last night, yet woke up quite tiredly.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today's mood was a bit bad la, lol.&lt;br /&gt;During recess, Rachel, JunShun, Firdhaus and GhimChong all come disiao me.&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened, after they eat finish, we climbed up the stairs .&lt;br /&gt;After that when going reach, I heard JunShun shouting my name, looking up.&lt;br /&gt;So I looked up at 5th floor and saw JunHao and GhimChong.&lt;br /&gt;Then JunHao jitao walked away. o_o&lt;br /&gt;JunShun ask me go up, I don't want la, lol.&lt;br /&gt;After that went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, sat in one group.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Rachel say go up, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We asked Wenqing don't follow, but she die also want to follow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then we ask her, "You like him ah?", but she kept saying, "No ah."&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la, so fun to disiao can?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he sees me, he will shy and then I will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;After that Rachel go sabo me say call him come out. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying go back class but she don't want, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then recess over, they come disiao me and him, zz.&lt;br /&gt;Don't play la, shit you all!&lt;br /&gt;Today went home, slept for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat for the whole day until 8pm eat a bit, pro huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby, can't accompany you, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with didi on msn and tell him my xin shi.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to mention it, gahh. D:&lt;br /&gt;Then GhimChong ask me if I can be his jie, then I accepted lo.&lt;br /&gt;Currently JunShun my best di, maybe because of last year, be honoured kay!&lt;br /&gt;Now he say, "Your another gan di, my rival, roar." :x&lt;br /&gt;Never mind la, all same class, everyday see each other also.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, GhimChong ask me a favour, I accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;It's because I don't feel like staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ending here now, bye bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometimes, things just don't go your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm really scared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Because people changes. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But whatever it is, me love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2807281482179345933?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2807281482179345933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2807281482179345933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2807281482179345933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2807281482179345933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/slept-early-last-night-yet-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1800344969689110428</id><published>2010-03-23T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:28:15.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, woke up early in the morning and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the classroom first, after that walked up to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;It's super hot kay. o_o&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uneasy, don't know why leh.&lt;br /&gt;English lesson damn jialat can?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do all of my holiday homework then kena called up.&lt;br /&gt;But then it's like 3/4 of the class didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Went out of the classroom, only 3 girls, including me didn't do homework.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Patrice and Zann meimei, other than that all boys.&lt;br /&gt;So damn pathetic can, especially me and meimei, one also never do. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Stood behind the class and then went back to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;During recess, Belinda and Patrice rape me. :(&lt;br /&gt;But I upskirt my meimei, see I pro right!&lt;br /&gt;Cause they 3 always want rape me de, I feel so ke lian, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;IT lesson, I ask didi go prank the website. :P&lt;br /&gt;But only Adeline close her eyes, not fun one.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was about student councilors.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn bored okay.&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the space, hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;Then school dismissal, Rachel pangseh me, rawrszxc.&lt;br /&gt;After that didi walk behind me and say about JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;I go scold Firdhaus but it was a misunderstanding, oops. :x&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought he trick me ma, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;He keep say the Matthew and JunHao pronounce my name..&lt;br /&gt;Shit you di, I whacked you. :P&lt;br /&gt;Went home and chiong my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I online msn and didi came to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;He was one of them who didn't do homework too.&lt;br /&gt;So he told me since I doing homework, he also going do, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that I told him, "You do one book, I do one book. Tomorrow exchange copy!"&lt;br /&gt;He said okay, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then he keep say JunHao very shy.&lt;br /&gt;Because just now in hall for assembly, they sat beside each other.&lt;br /&gt;Didi keep ask him questions, then he shy.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, damn funny la, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Because he just now sms-ed me he blush.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't know why suddenly feel like revising my work le.&lt;br /&gt;I've asked darling to help me, hope she's not that busy!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel that when I sms, it will be so lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry peoples out there.&lt;br /&gt;Ending here now, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was given; two hands to hold, two legs to walk, two eyes to see, two ears to listen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But why only one heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Because the other was given to someone else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;For me to find.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And the someone was you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1800344969689110428?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1800344969689110428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1800344969689110428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1800344969689110428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1800344969689110428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-usual-woke-up-early-in-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2259233855412923450</id><published>2010-03-22T21:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:52:27.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6dt4rXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/u4vi1RJ3-J0/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6dt4rXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/u4vi1RJ3-J0/s320/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451446694435963826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay la, I saw this when I'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;Because something happened, HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest of my post ba, funny. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun! :P&lt;br /&gt;I keep shooting baby in maple until he bwg, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then called baby a while, also make me say until bwg. :x&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why so damn hyper!&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school, at the hall heard something.&lt;br /&gt;Some girls thought I weren't listening when I'm looking at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Come on la, want say then say in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Did I offended y'all or something?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know y'all, I don't even talk to y'all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;First three periods keep laughing lorh.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Patrice Tan~&lt;br /&gt;After that recess, was eating with the same old people.&lt;br /&gt;Then Rachel suddenly ask me about the anonymous person, Junhao.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite curious and suspects if it's a prank.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Eileen, she say every time with GhimChong they all.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to class, then the JunHao passed by, I didn't see!&lt;br /&gt;After that Rachel say keep looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Huh? I was looking in front walking, LOL."&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw GhimChong in classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: GHIMCHONG!&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: YA?! What Patrice do?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not Patrice la! I ask you ah, you know who is JunHao?&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: Ya, he my bro (note that all same age, not blood bro). Who say he like you one ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Thinking, oh he already know-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is he sms me one leh, I don't know is true or fake.&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: I think is someone playing ba, I help you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;-A while later, Eileen came-&lt;br /&gt;Eileen: So how? Going find that guy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiya, ask GhimChong.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Ya la. Eh GhimChong, bring us go leh.&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: I don't believe is him lorh. Because he my brother, he will tell me de.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But he sms me de leh, I give you see. Go out of class (cause got CCTV).&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Nah, give you see-&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: -Take my handphone and see the conversation-&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel, Wenqing &amp;amp; Eileen crowded around-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: -Suddenly pop out- Hello! What happened?&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: -Saw my phone de name, I think- Wa, JunHao?&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: What he say to you? I go find him talk!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You ask GhimChong lorh.&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: What the.. I don't believe is him! I go find him now!&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: -Pass me the phone and walk to the next storey-&lt;br /&gt;-I think GhimChong told didi (JunShun) what happened ba-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, wait! Don't go first, zz.&lt;br /&gt;-They rushed up so I followed them lo. My 3 friends also follow, lol-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: -Shouted while climbing the stairs- XiaoHao! We got thing to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;JunHao: -Saw me, jitao turn another way-&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Your girlfriend come liao!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.- ?&lt;br /&gt;-His brothers all crowd around, and some of his boy classmates-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun &amp;amp; GhimChong: -Asking him a lot of question-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Walked towards them- Is this a prank? o.o&lt;br /&gt;JunHao: -So damn shy, LOL-&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: No ba. If it's a prank he won't smile.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: He so cute. Plus so shy one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hannor, why so shy?! :x&lt;br /&gt;-He didn't dare to admit in front of me anything-&lt;br /&gt;GhimChong: -Cope around his shoulders and walk away, asking questions-&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: -Followed and asked too-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Firdhaus got meet them halfway, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that very funny leh, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;They all walk seperate ways le.&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the stairs, he and his friend walked pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunHao: -Saw me and looked the other way- Shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought we didn't hear, cause it's quite soft.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, during Home Eco lesson, we gathered at fifth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda: Why you give him her number?&lt;br /&gt;Firdhaus: I don't know! Is he ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Firdhaus: Kelee, he say after school meet at indoor sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?! But I meeting my stead leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all at the shout here talk there!&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to 6th floor lorh.&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded by the Home Eco from 2G pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Wa, Kelee so many admirer sia.&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Wa, I heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I thought you like Angel?&lt;br /&gt;Belinda: He's just trying to act only.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wa didi, you lie to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind him, he's just acting again, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then during the lesson, was damn funny, stupid di, zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firdhaus: Eh, don't torture him okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Firdhaus: Because he's very nervous. Really damn nervous, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.o Okay.&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Kelee so daring sia!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he say that, he will do a gay act to make me laugh purposely. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Me: What I do?&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: I don't know, is JunHao say one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him already, I where got shy one? :x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kept sneezing then Rachel and didi keep disiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Andrew loving you~&lt;br /&gt;Me: I thought is miss? :P&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Same same la, Andrew missing you!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: And JunHao!&lt;br /&gt;JunShun: Hahaha! Ya, and JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Only Andrew la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: And JunHao.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ONLY Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: And JunHao!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I walked pass indoor sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't saw him and rushed to meet baby. :P&lt;br /&gt;Met at lot1, ate lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid sia you, every time eat the same thing! :x&lt;br /&gt;After that went to slack a while.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice and Zann meimei saw us.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly hold baby's hand and run, because I know she confirm disiao.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, she also catch up with us.&lt;br /&gt;Shit you Patrice! :(&lt;br /&gt;Went to my block downstairs and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Baby keep kena shoot by me, still say give me chance.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot win me then say la, haha. :x&lt;br /&gt;Until 5 plus, I was tired and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Played audi with didi, Belinda and Angel a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;After that went to maple, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then the JunHao sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunHao: Walao, you go find me.. Now my whole class know liao.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, I thought it was a prank. o_o&lt;br /&gt;JunHao: Then you go look at me, more worst..&lt;br /&gt;-He asked a lot thing laaaaaa-&lt;br /&gt;JunHao: Shy.. Plus in front of my friend. Plus your friend. Plus GhimChong they all. I actually want hide mysterioiusly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all didn't see him when GhimChong and didi go find him.&lt;br /&gt;He was really shy and it was damn funny, I was laughing, haha. :x&lt;br /&gt;He don't even dare to look and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, I see tomorrow in the hall how ba.&lt;br /&gt;Cause hor, he say most of his classmates don't recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;I must really zao le. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, baby says he's still a bit sick, I think.&lt;br /&gt;You noob la, drink more water. :(&lt;br /&gt;And note that you're irreplacable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My love for you can never grow old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Locks may lose their brown and gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Summer's warmth is in them still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I love you baby, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2259233855412923450?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2259233855412923450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2259233855412923450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2259233855412923450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2259233855412923450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-la-i-saw-this-when-im-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6dt4rXVQ7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/u4vi1RJ3-J0/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3218274608503219456</id><published>2010-03-21T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:10:34.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, I forgot to change de size. :(&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in. (ctrl +)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6Yibfpc1nI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fN9NpNqaMiE/s1600-h/Maple0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451082254725731954" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6Yibfpc1nI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fN9NpNqaMiE/s320/Maple0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dong, Andrew ask me screen shot give you see de!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6YibEfe3hI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1t4_FGHrLq0/s1600-h/Maple0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451082247436164626" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6YibEfe3hI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1t4_FGHrLq0/s320/Maple0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6Yia1GK8lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/BHjtr69aHz4/s1600-h/Maple0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451082243303469650" style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6YhopD5TaI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/zFfHezs_T_o/s320/Maple0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, someone rape me.&lt;br /&gt;Go to this web and you'll know what happened, http://www.npys.net/&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day I can have fun. :(&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm so tyco and get 2 fails only, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But I should really buck up with my studies already.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe asking darling to help me next month.&lt;br /&gt;But then she's going start school in poly, sheez. :(&lt;br /&gt;Today played Celino for damn long.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much leh, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with darling on msn.&lt;br /&gt;She's the first girl whom I told about my darkest secrets.&lt;br /&gt;She was like shocked and feel like whacking up those guys. :x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I level 150 le, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here now, picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi two-sided person.&lt;br /&gt;That's your retribution. :D&lt;br /&gt;Aww, fell out of love huh?&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, never mind one la, just infatuation only.&lt;br /&gt;Happy hong-ing la.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry hor, I didn't hate you at first until you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If it is a dream, I don't want to wake up from this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't believe that we're so picture perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I just love you so much baby. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3218274608503219456?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3218274608503219456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3218274608503219456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3218274608503219456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3218274608503219456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/dong-andrew-ask-me-screen-shot-give-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S6Yibfpc1nI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fN9NpNqaMiE/s72-c/Maple0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7071917484633028794</id><published>2010-03-20T21:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:20:48.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! :)&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up around 12.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;After that went Celino spam baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ate my lunch and baby went to sleep because he's sick.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to create party for ahma.&lt;br /&gt;From level 141 to level 144, we found 8 anegos in each channel and killed them. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then I sian already, went fishing.&lt;br /&gt;Server lagged a while and up again.&lt;br /&gt;Went down with to buy things.&lt;br /&gt;I bought cake and Darren ate my cake! :(&lt;br /&gt;Went home, baby woke up le, I called him a while.&lt;br /&gt;Played Celino again.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy in fm, level 10x and I invited him to guild.&lt;br /&gt;He damn irritating can.&lt;br /&gt;At first he say, "I want scar helmet."&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Okay. Ask the guild members help lo."&lt;br /&gt;He kept asking me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I organised scar and some guild members want join.&lt;br /&gt;No attackers sia, only want helmet. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked baby join and pass him leader. :P&lt;br /&gt;After that the guy died in scar, he kept pm me that he want scar helmet.&lt;br /&gt;Damn irritating can, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, baby went to rest again.&lt;br /&gt;Spammed Mac in gs1 and gs2.&lt;br /&gt;He went offline, then I go do the Bamuhat quest. :D&lt;br /&gt;Today only audi-ed a while, because like no people online.&lt;br /&gt;Bored die me, I wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;Just now chatted with darling on msn!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever she says, makes so much sense. :x&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much, meet soon kay?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ending here now.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, drink more water okay.&lt;br /&gt;Not cold ones of course, haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I don't write clear definitions in order to avoid ambiguity.&lt;br /&gt;I will know what you've said or did, I know it's just for your own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it doesn't exasperate me. :P&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Baby, go consult a doctor. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm worrying for you, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Missing you now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7071917484633028794?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7071917484633028794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7071917484633028794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7071917484633028794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7071917484633028794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-today-woke-up-around-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6430717432288636798</id><published>2010-03-19T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:54:10.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night bg with baby until 2am plus.&lt;br /&gt;Tired die me! :(&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am and morning called baby.&lt;br /&gt;Went to prepare and went out.&lt;br /&gt;Met baby at cck.&lt;br /&gt;Mac still haven't wake up sia, stupid!&lt;br /&gt;We spammed call him like more than 20 times already.&lt;br /&gt;He knows that we're meeting earlier then he sleep at around 5am. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast and went to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Spammed call Mac again, but didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Orchard, I was talking a lot of crap. :x&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dhoby Ghaut to buy tickets for kidnapper.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked a while, disturbed Kiat through sms. :P&lt;br /&gt;Got one part whereby baby putting something in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was walking in front of him, drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly stopped and he banged onto me, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Pajiao baby, love you!&lt;br /&gt;Around 1.30pm went to watch kidnapper.&lt;br /&gt;Walao, the show damn violent and sad lorh.&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried can, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After that baby went to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked out to the Orchard Plaza there.&lt;br /&gt;After that Mac called baby and he told us that he's coming.&lt;br /&gt;So late lorh, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Met Mac at the Starbucks there.&lt;br /&gt;Then Dong say he's coming. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went to play arcade, hehehe. :B&lt;br /&gt;After that Dong came, keep disturb us.&lt;br /&gt;Walao, y'all don't snatch him leh.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch with them, but baby didn't eat because he ate already.&lt;br /&gt;Got two ice-cream thing came, baby thought is mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;Then he shout, "Eh mushroom!"&lt;br /&gt;After that Dong stared at him, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Walao, you didn't tell me what he did..&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, sheez!&lt;br /&gt;They went to throw ball again.&lt;br /&gt;Dong hit until my stomach, zz.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you, assholeeeeee! :(&lt;br /&gt;Still say after hit until me, his luck became better. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went to cube to buy 40k a-cash for Darren.&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I saw Swee Hang walked pass me.&lt;br /&gt;He called me from behind, I looked back.&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh, he suddenly like so tall. -.-&lt;br /&gt;After that he ask me who my stead, I mai tell him, then ask him siam.&lt;br /&gt;He say, "Walao, you like that one lorh!" and walked away. o_o&lt;br /&gt;After leave primary school liao, start to go cube hor.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't jio me since last year some more, go and die please.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, didn't see any familiar faces. D:&lt;br /&gt;Then baby send me home, left Mac and Dong at cube.&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the train and then I was sleeping on baby's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;After that we change train, saw Dong and Mac behind us. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Walao, spy sia you all.&lt;br /&gt;Keep disturb some more, zz.&lt;br /&gt;Ta shi wo de la, shoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm home at 8pm plus, hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, ending here now, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You're already carved in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I guess, it's hard for me to let go of you. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6430717432288636798?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6430717432288636798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6430717432288636798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6430717432288636798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6430717432288636798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-bg-with-baby-until-2am-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-750465452632258982</id><published>2010-03-18T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:34:42.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Morning woke up and sent my maid to the agent there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss her lots. :(&lt;br /&gt;It's so inconvenient without her, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baby overslept.&lt;br /&gt;Actually he should morning call me and accompany him maple de.&lt;br /&gt;But end up he sleep like a piggy. :P&lt;br /&gt;Today spam baby's Lazurite account until 120.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's xJINGLE account currently level 195, jiayou 200 okay! :)&lt;br /&gt;Just now Aloy called me, he was darn sad.&lt;br /&gt;I told him his mistakes and told him not to care.&lt;br /&gt;But he just hate the feeling of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;I also cannot help already, because all I can say is this kind of friend don't need care.&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm went to audi and earn dens.&lt;br /&gt;Mac want me to credit him because he helped us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank youuu!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, joined Rename.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry WPS members.&lt;br /&gt;I joined because of someone, now I leave because of the someone.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rename peeps so hyper can. :P&lt;br /&gt;Baby updated couple blog, sweet die!&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I put your name in a circle because hearts can be broken, but circles never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Let's commit the perfect crime, I'll steal your heart and you'll steal  mine.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;After you steal it, never put it back to the original place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;That's what I'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-750465452632258982?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/750465452632258982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=750465452632258982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/750465452632258982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/750465452632258982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-morning-woke-up-and-sent-my-maid.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3728753252569302838</id><published>2010-03-17T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:07:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today is a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and played maple a while.&lt;br /&gt;After that waited for baby to come back home. :D&lt;br /&gt;Aww, he's so lucky that his teacher didn't come to school.&lt;br /&gt;So unfair leh, haha! :x&lt;br /&gt;Just now bodyguard, ahma and sam with baby.&lt;br /&gt;After that audi-ed with baby a while.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss the outside world, sheez.&lt;br /&gt;Created a couple blog, http://lazuluvs-080310.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, short post.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just pure communication on the phone or cyber, and you fall in love some more.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;And stop thinking that I will get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's like, oh my god, I hate you ever since y'all bastard me. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Not  knowing how blind that was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Lovers like us don't finally meet somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Because we're  in each other all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You're just so perfect to me, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I love you, 080310.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3728753252569302838?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3728753252569302838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3728753252569302838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3728753252569302838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3728753252569302838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-4177326375766487999</id><published>2010-03-16T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:57:05.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I forgot to on the lights. D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with baby and Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Went to amk's kbox there.&lt;br /&gt;I asked so many people, most of them say no money. :(&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, today is I late, not them. :x&lt;br /&gt;Darling went to collect her lappy at Woodlands there, I think.&lt;br /&gt;So she came to join us a while.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Pepper Lunch, and a while later darling went home.&lt;br /&gt;After that Mac went to withdraw money.&lt;br /&gt;Baby and Mac so sotong one, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then went to kbox.&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing cold inside. :(&lt;br /&gt;They two so weird sia, keep say don't know how to sing.&lt;br /&gt;But actually they know.&lt;br /&gt;Not like me, I from the start until the end never lie okay. :x&lt;br /&gt;I know how to sing de, they ask me sing, I sing, GOOD RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;Then got one part whereby baby singing Cai Hong.&lt;br /&gt;The Mac at there do the actions on what the lyrics is written.&lt;br /&gt;I keep laughing sia, what the hell, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that baby keep make the ghost voice, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Mac act like girl de voice, it's like so same la! ._.&lt;br /&gt;I love Ai De Zhu Xuan Lu song!&lt;br /&gt;And Shan Hu Hai, Jian Ao, Xin Dong Xin Tong and more.&lt;br /&gt;Mac, don't steal my baby hor. D:&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm, we went out.&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy a diary, hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Mac went home and baby sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, he can't bear to go home yet. :x&lt;br /&gt;So cute la, haha, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Meet me soon baby.&lt;br /&gt;Must go school tomorrow kay, if not I smack you. :(&lt;br /&gt;Muacks, ♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no  hurt.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But only more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;That is why I'm putting more love on you since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-4177326375766487999?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/4177326375766487999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=4177326375766487999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4177326375766487999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4177326375766487999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-d-today-went-out-with-baby-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-8738181305330156810</id><published>2010-03-15T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:32:26.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5423BXA4CI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pyLEs_FA5EA/s1600-h/Maple0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5423BXA4CI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pyLEs_FA5EA/s320/Maple0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448852918050545698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on phone with baby for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the past and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Like the first time we met, so memorable. :P&lt;br /&gt;He told me ever since he met me, he feels that I'm special.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I feel so honoured! :x&lt;br /&gt;Now thinking of it, he's also quite special to me among everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And about cyber relationships, he didn't mean it real.&lt;br /&gt;But some bastards just go bomb everything. D:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still that innocent girl you know years ago, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12pm today, baby, jealous enough?!&lt;br /&gt;Watched television and audi-ed a while.&lt;br /&gt;That Swee Hang stupid sia, last time go cube so many times, bo jio!&lt;br /&gt;Today ask me watch Alice In The Wonderland with other people.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need la, you siam, HAHA. :x&lt;br /&gt;Baby had 2 test today, god bless him pass!&lt;br /&gt;And hope he won't be kicked out from school. :(&lt;br /&gt;Played maple and trained him a while.&lt;br /&gt;After that Darren spam him until 110.&lt;br /&gt;I spam him until 111.&lt;br /&gt;Currently level 130, hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby now, I wanna see him soon!&lt;br /&gt;I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The day I stop loving you, is the day I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;080310050920, ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-8738181305330156810?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/8738181305330156810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=8738181305330156810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8738181305330156810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/8738181305330156810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-on-phone-with-baby-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5423BXA4CI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pyLEs_FA5EA/s72-c/Maple0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1649476724518678940</id><published>2010-03-14T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:45:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up around 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Went audi, played with Rachel and Angelica!&lt;br /&gt;We were so hyper then keep flooding the chat. :x&lt;br /&gt;I know you two miss me in audi, don't need flood one!&lt;br /&gt;After that baby woke up, he studied leh!&lt;br /&gt;So good boy sia, cannot believe it. :x&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I didn't mention there's this guy who sms-ed me last night.&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall mention it, cause I find it darn weird. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Er.. Hi. I'm ??? from West Spring, class 2F.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Hi. Lol. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Er.. My name.. You get from Firdhaus.. Haha.. Er..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? I'm not interested. Lol. Anything I can help you?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Nothing.. Ps. Just sms for fun. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Hi again. As for intro, I'm Junhao from class 2F. Cca is soccer, now currently in school team and.. Nothing. Introduce yourself..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello. o.o How you get my number hur?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Steal from someone.. Joking.. Hmm.. From Firdhaus. Firdhaus from a ??? person.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol, and you want my number for?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Wait.. Let me think first..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol. Okay. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Okay! Done thinking.. A nice question. The answer is, I want to make friend with you. And.. That's all..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. Sure? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Ah.. Nice to meet you.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Haha.. Yea? Er.. You know me anot?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: ... Or saw you a lot of time.. Your name is Kelee or?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup, lol. o.o&lt;br /&gt;-Skipped some part because he asking my stupid questions. o_o-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Aiya.. Can't be told.. I'm a spy..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, get a life. LOL! Jk. Er, nothing else right? Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Last thing.. Do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: If you're a spy, I won't be stupid to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: No la.. Just joking.. Not spy.. Okay. Tell please..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Find out yourself lo. Spy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Not spy. I was really joking.. Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why must I tell you? o.o I don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Hey.. Okay.. Wait.. The truth is that.. I fancy you.. That's all.. Just asking.. So, tell me..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then you must have kok eye. And you didn't even talk to me before. You understand me? You know what happened since I was primary 6? No right? Lol. How can like me?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: This year, in the hall, every morning saw you. Although not know you much, that's why I ask Firdhaus for your number.. Then slowly get used liao. Then nothing lorh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so suspicious can!&lt;br /&gt;If it's really Firdhaus, I school reopen going kill him. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chatted with baby for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;I got a new couple already.&lt;br /&gt;I like him very much, because his name same as baby.&lt;br /&gt;He's just as cute as my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Because he's already my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Confused? HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;No la, I don't have wai yu!&lt;br /&gt;I very loyal to baby one okay. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Genesis de skill sia.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna train in maple already, hehes!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I posted this in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall post it again because it's really damn sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;This then is call true love kay.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.samuelgoh.net/love/ai_ni_shi_ge_cuo_v1_v1.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby now!&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet him soon. :x&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, just now at phone keep act blur leh.&lt;br /&gt;Noob baby, I love you ttm!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;And my promise to you, in our one year anniversary, I'll give you my 'diary'. ^^&lt;br /&gt;52013143344080310050920, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind-looking freak sia.&lt;br /&gt;Still say until like you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;Come on la, go fuck those chiobu's pussy please. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why boys like to hong sia.&lt;br /&gt;And try harder next time la, I'm not affected. _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Baby, 2 more days. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll always be there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In times of trouble, in times of need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If you're feeling sad, you can count on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll give you a wink until you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Give you a hug and stand by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll give you a cherry, because I cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Baby, it's must me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1649476724518678940?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1649476724518678940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1649476724518678940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1649476724518678940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1649476724518678940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/woke-up-around-10-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-155868410216326430</id><published>2010-03-13T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:57:47.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy, K for Kelee. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 12pm today.&lt;br /&gt;Met baby and Mac at Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;Lind and Dong pua stunt! :(&lt;br /&gt;We bought the cinema tickets for 做人.&lt;br /&gt;After that went arcade played a while and baby went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Chat until like 3.45pm and went to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny lo, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the "Sorry sorry sorry sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;Overall was nice la. :)&lt;br /&gt;After that they went to buy de mushroom bread.&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious they saying about dong gu, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Mac so funny sia, keep acting like children.&lt;br /&gt;Because he always call me mummy then now one more daddy.&lt;br /&gt;But then he's baby kor.&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I didn't admit he's my son! D:&lt;br /&gt;So he kept acting like he want to watch power ranger and hello kitty. :x&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh die sia!&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm, we went to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Baby talk funny sia, haha. :x&lt;br /&gt;Then baby and Mac took bus with me to bpp.&lt;br /&gt;I was super tired can? :(&lt;br /&gt;Slept on baby's shoulder, hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then they accompanied me to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;Baby kept bullying me, hit my head some more!&lt;br /&gt;Me is double de okay, don't play play with me. :x&lt;br /&gt;After that reached home already, saw my new maid.&lt;br /&gt;Because my old one going home at 17th.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss her, sheez. :(&lt;br /&gt;Currently missing baby, hehes.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out again, soon!&lt;br /&gt;He's super cute.&lt;br /&gt;I love him to the max!&lt;br /&gt;Best boyfriend I've ever had. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my parents stop being paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But falling in love with you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I had no control over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You're just the Mr.Right I'm looking for, baby. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-155868410216326430?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/155868410216326430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=155868410216326430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/155868410216326430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/155868410216326430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/meeting-you-was-fate-becoming-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3799488848268761718</id><published>2010-03-12T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:30:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so darn sleepy for Science and English lesson.&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I kept screaming in class. :(&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Belinda, Patrice and Zann!&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson was fine, I suddenly love Algebra so much. :x&lt;br /&gt;After school went home and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Went to cck to wait for baby.&lt;br /&gt;On my way there, there's this girl from our school kept looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at her, she turn her head.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucking uneasy, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my school peoples kept looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like digging their eyes out. D:&lt;br /&gt;Went arcade and look at people play play.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;Same, kept looking at me and don't even want to say hi to me.&lt;br /&gt;So bad sia all!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's anything on my face or something what.&lt;br /&gt;Because I went to the toilet to adjust my hairband. :O&lt;br /&gt;Baby met me at arcade after that.&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat some Korea food. :)&lt;br /&gt;Every time I want to pay then he always give excuse help me pay. :(&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around, he keep hitting my head!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he say "kuku", it made me laugh like mad. :x&lt;br /&gt;Because of Darren la, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;He bought the mushroom bread, then he say about dong gu.&lt;br /&gt;"冬菇, 你死得好惨啊. 我来不及说再见!"&lt;br /&gt;We slacked a bit and went to bpp.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to arcade, he played basketball. :O&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate the round round thing, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I went to change to my uniform because there's a streaming talk at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked a bit and baby accompanied me to take bus to school. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Chatted a lot throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;He's super cute leh, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Principal's talking was bored.&lt;br /&gt;I kept making fun, Sarah and Eileen kept laughing. :x&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here now, me very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Baby, that's your promise hur. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know you going almost 2 years le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In this period of time, I trust you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So you must do it okay! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I love you, ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3799488848268761718?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3799488848268761718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3799488848268761718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3799488848268761718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3799488848268761718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-all_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-960954185452713614</id><published>2010-03-11T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:43:43.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What is more difficult: looking into someone's eyes when telling how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they tell you how they feel?&lt;br /&gt;- Looking into someone's eyes when telling how you feel. Believe it or not, when it's really unbearable and I look into someone's eyes, I can feel tears coming out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Think of the last time you were angry. Why were you angry?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't talk about the unhappy stuffs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will die in three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm, I want baby by my side, HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can have one of the following two things: trust or love.&lt;br /&gt;- Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are walking to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss told you if you are late one more time you're fired. Do you save the dog?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends on the situation lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give one year of your life. Do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;- Can't really think of one.. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does sex=love?&lt;br /&gt;- Wa, if sex=love, then you got 10 ex(s), I think you kena aids liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you old fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;- No. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;- I not desperate la, what the hell. o_o Love and sex is two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm, I do not love them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up?&lt;br /&gt;- My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;- I love you baby. I've just said it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, if you HAD to, even if you have "no regrets" what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;- This is too personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Imagine. It is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?&lt;br /&gt;- BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know how to do CPR, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You are holding onto your grandmother's dying hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Die together ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When and how was the last time you told someone how you REALLY feel?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not sure either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You had three months to live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you tell anyone or everyone you are going to die?&lt;br /&gt;- No. Probably I might just ask those 'if' questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you do with your remaining days?&lt;br /&gt;- Wait to die, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;- I will be. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night chat with baby on phone.&lt;br /&gt;After that Mac call in then keep disiao.&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh until cough and then no voice. :(&lt;br /&gt;My baby is so cute okay!&lt;br /&gt;Today in school was like so darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Someone is gonna complain dm about me and precious sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: OI. Sweep the dandruff you drop la, so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;-The class was like so darn quiet leh-&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Is y'all put on me first leh.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice &amp;amp; Me: Huh? Walao, talk louder leh. Scold people also so soft.&lt;br /&gt;Someone: I go tell dm.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What she say?&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: She say she want complain to dm.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Complain la. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: -Quiet for a moment-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, you scared ah?&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: Ya lo, I very scared.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: I scared dm call my parents sia.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Me: I also very scared. :(&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: I very scared. -Sniff sniff-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Sniff sniff-&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: HAHAHAHA! Why you laugh until like that?! :x&lt;br /&gt;Someone: -Looked in front- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, see I feel so bad la.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know I primary school so good girl one. :(&lt;br /&gt;Learn from baby one, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;But we do what she also follow, copy this and that, no originality.&lt;br /&gt;After school saw jiejie at the main gate.&lt;br /&gt;She was with 2 of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;I waved and said hi to her.&lt;br /&gt;Then she replied, "Hi Andrew's girlfriend!" and she zao.&lt;br /&gt;Her friends looked at me. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now Patrice go snatch my phone and run.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit angry la, cause I don't like people touch my phone. :(&lt;br /&gt;But then who call you is my precious, that's why didn't blame you!&lt;br /&gt;Called baby while he's walking home.&lt;br /&gt;Then slept a while, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;He's now killing bodyguard in maple.&lt;br /&gt;Miss him a lot. :(&lt;br /&gt;Baby, 1 more day only!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you many many. :D&lt;br /&gt;Noob baby, every time only know how to disturb me!&lt;br /&gt;See how I disturb you back, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I love you to the max, bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I don't want to be your first, I want to be your last, ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-960954185452713614?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/960954185452713614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=960954185452713614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/960954185452713614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/960954185452713614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3333180269390914162</id><published>2010-03-10T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:00:02.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was very funny at baby's tagboard. :x&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dong, Mac, Junfu and Junwei.&lt;br /&gt;All keep disiao one, don't teach bad my baby leh. :(&lt;br /&gt;After that conference with Dong and baby.&lt;br /&gt;Dong keep want snatch him, eeks!&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today.&lt;br /&gt;After morning assembly, Steffi hold my hand and walk back to classroom.&lt;br /&gt;My dearest so cute and random hur! :x&lt;br /&gt;Then last lesson, Yiwei paper war with me.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, go and die.&lt;br /&gt;Been sms-ing baby in class, heez. :D&lt;br /&gt;Slept very long just now, quite shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Qifang jiejie just sms me!&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog a lot stalker and didn't tag.&lt;br /&gt;This is what she sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiejie: Mei, you stead with Andrew. Omg i won. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Jiejie: Okay, cause your blogspot so famous till my class guy also got. I don't know why. I bet with him last time. Cause he say why every time see you a while got stead then a while no have . Then we bet see who is your next stead . I bet you will stead a person you close to . Then he say you will choose not close, a new person. I won! Lol omg.&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL. Crazy. Who is he? Stalker siol.&lt;br /&gt;Jiejie: Lol! Fun sia. Junjie lo. See, I know you so well. I knew it it's Andrew one day. Last long, please last speaking long so he can protect you for 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Walao. Stalker. View le also never tag. D:&lt;br /&gt;Jiejie: I know. Your Lemone. Lol! You and Andrew child. Lol. Kay la, really last! Don't emo. He seems different~ I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Jiejie: Not surprisingly. Lol! Eh, I remember this. 080310050920? Something? Why this number in my brain? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL. You too interested in us le.&lt;br /&gt;Jiejie: I seen once in your msn and 1 don't know where. Not bad la. I'm not interested. Maybe your cupid tell me to remember your mei precious number because &lt;u&gt;you 2 really match&lt;/u&gt;? Lol, lame la me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird peoples sia!&lt;br /&gt;Jiejie say baby very different from other guys.&lt;br /&gt;Of course he's different la, he's so sweet. D:&lt;br /&gt;I know we match la, a lot people say liao, HEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;And fyi, is my ex didn't cherish me okay.&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, H expected me to hold him back. o_o&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Okay, bye bye. Take care."&lt;br /&gt;He nothing to say, lmao!&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Friday got streaming talk, sian.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, 2 more days okay?&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I'll never let you go. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really believe in love at first sight. o.o&lt;br /&gt;And don't believe in communicating well in cyber and falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, what the hell la, isn't it infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;I rather believe someone who waits for so long lo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, ending here, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3333180269390914162?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3333180269390914162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3333180269390914162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3333180269390914162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3333180269390914162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-was-very-funny-at-babys.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-525815342861534647</id><published>2010-03-09T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:25:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5ZZ6jQ2XPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/lkxmVzvF6ck/s1600-h/080310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5ZZ6jQ2XPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/lkxmVzvF6ck/s320/080310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446639661784390898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;Today precious keep make me laugh then my ulcer damn pain. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then she say like constipation, zz!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, sms-ing baby in class. :)&lt;br /&gt;After IT lesson, we walking to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I kept slapping Wenqing's hair.&lt;br /&gt;After that she stopped a while and want make my hair also.&lt;br /&gt;Then my precious and dearest walked past and looked at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenqing: -Stares at me trying to attack me. :(-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Walked to dearest-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Steffi! She bully me. :(&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: Wah, Kelee step yi ge sia.&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Hannor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Wenqing: -Diao me and walked away-&lt;br /&gt;Precious: Eh go make her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay okay. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo bian la, almost all the girls like to disturb her. :x&lt;br /&gt;After school walked home.&lt;br /&gt;Baby called me a while, so cute la. :P&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep and woke up at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks all for the wishes!&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked that a lot people say, "Finally, you two are together."&lt;br /&gt;People like Darren, has been waiting for us together(?)&lt;br /&gt;Konan and Rebekah and more.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks maplers for the megas, I love Jas!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I got a noob dumb retarded pork baby. :P&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding la, love you!&lt;br /&gt;Dong, you don't snatch hor, shoo.&lt;br /&gt;And your reminder, come out this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;080310050920, ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-525815342861534647?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/525815342861534647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=525815342861534647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/525815342861534647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/525815342861534647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-all-today-precious-keep-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5ZZ6jQ2XPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/lkxmVzvF6ck/s72-c/080310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7328636746320416950</id><published>2010-03-08T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:20:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkEuypap8ss&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkEuypap8ss&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been like finding this song for years, seriously. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/devotion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present.&lt;br /&gt;Lazurite &amp;amp; Lazulite; &lt;u&gt;080310050920&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;Last night played Celino a while.&lt;br /&gt;After that called baby, we promised each other to sing.&lt;br /&gt;But then he keep call me sing until he sing a bit only. :(&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep and woke up at the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sms-ed baby, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;During English lesson, precious go tickle me.&lt;br /&gt;I tickle back then she thought I touch wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;After that she go touch me, wtf!&lt;br /&gt;Yiwei ask me to shake hand with him, I know he thinking dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I want go make her back, she keep block. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then Taufiq say I rape her, zz.&lt;br /&gt;She touch me like 3 times leh, walao.. :(&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home with precious.&lt;br /&gt;I scolded a lot of vulgarities due to someone's sms.&lt;br /&gt;A lot f things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Dong gu, I remind you again!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday better come out hor, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is officially my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, iloveyoutothemmax! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. you're forever a dumb pork, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;080310050920. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you would read this.&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why, I have a reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's too late to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;My friend witnessed you in audi..&lt;br /&gt;And I was lucky to actually let go of everything before you do it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I gave a lot of excuses like letting go in process..&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;After my friend told me everything, I just can't trust you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said, I've got my own reasons and part of it is the things you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7328636746320416950?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7328636746320416950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7328636746320416950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Farc7ZG63Uc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Farc7ZG63Uc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00459-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my hair. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Insert hearts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today ain't that good for me.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;Boring day, wishing I could go out.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that my parents confirm will nag.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to kbox with pork and others.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should 100% join back Celino.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know if I should MIA.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it for you guys to decide okay?&lt;br /&gt;Just comment at my tagboard, thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while only, but I still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Part of love is to let go.&lt;br /&gt;You're a good guy, I know I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're happy, I will be happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, you will never understand how I feel.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-478698108177834361?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/478698108177834361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5Jmw4CipxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/APYE6Wn5VCc/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5Jmw4CipxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/APYE6Wn5VCc/s320/DSC00463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445527889307150098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5Jmv5lZ6TI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ce4-vWpS4Ks/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5Jmv5lZ6TI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ce4-vWpS4Ks/s320/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445527872541944114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.45am today.&lt;br /&gt;I morning called Andrew and he went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Bastard sia, still ask me call him! :(&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bedok at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;I was sms-ing Andrew, he keep kena shoot by me, noob.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for him because his house was like 2 stops away only.&lt;br /&gt;Met him and went to wait for Dong.&lt;br /&gt;But we went to eat first, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Well, darling was supposed to be out with us, but she can't.&lt;br /&gt;After that pork went to buy food and Dong came.&lt;br /&gt;Then Dong made me laugh again. :x&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still worry because he always fake smile one.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up la, let time do the thing!&lt;br /&gt;Went to take bus to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny, but I've forgotten all the jokes!&lt;br /&gt;I only remember Andrew keep disturb me with 'huh?'. :(&lt;br /&gt;Reached and went to buy drink.&lt;br /&gt;That stupid pork go snatch my drink and help me pay..&lt;br /&gt;Then come bastard me say 20 cents only, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach there. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew asked me to climb up the rock.&lt;br /&gt;It's so darn scary sia, then he go pull me.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down a while and went down.&lt;br /&gt;It's even scarier when you walked down.&lt;br /&gt;Then pork hold me and we jump down together. :)&lt;br /&gt;We went to the sea water there, so cooling.&lt;br /&gt;Pork wrote something on the sand, "Kelee Dumb Pork. :)"&lt;br /&gt;Then I wrote, "Andrew Retarded."&lt;br /&gt;After that Dong wrote, "笨!" and he like ahbeng like that point at Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten to take pictures, eeks.&lt;br /&gt;After that darling told me that she's coming, yay!&lt;br /&gt;Went to rent bike, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I sat behind Andrew then keep disturb him with the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then when he riding, he keep shout don't play. :(&lt;br /&gt;Dong keep like want bang us, I kept shouting. o_o&lt;br /&gt;But it's really cooling when the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;After that Andrew and I climbed up the stairs thing.&lt;br /&gt;Dong at downstairs sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, dong gu, I got your uglam photo! :x&lt;br /&gt;Can zoom in one sia, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry la, I won't post it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet darling at the mac there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling: Hi darling!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi~&lt;br /&gt;Darling: -Look at Andrew- Oh my god, you look stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Dong: HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Darling: Why you pull your socks so high?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: I good boy ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they went to buy things at seven-eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Darling and me was looking around.&lt;br /&gt;She saw these Korean peoples holding a sign board, "Life without stress."&lt;br /&gt;Then we kept looking and they walked towards us, zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: Hey! We're from Korea, can we take 5 minutes of your time?&lt;br /&gt;-He kept talking and talking. Didn't really understand though-&lt;br /&gt;Dong &amp;amp; Andrew: -Standing at a side laughing, wth!-&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: This lady is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Thinking, wth!-&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: So could you come to support us?&lt;br /&gt;Darling: Uh, actually they (pointing at Andrew and Dong) are waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: Oh! No problem! They can come along.&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: -Walked to Dong and Andrew and talked to them-&lt;br /&gt;Dong: I don't know them! -Walked away-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wtf, zz!&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: They say they don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;Dong &amp;amp; Andrew: -Walked towards us-&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: So you all could ride your bike there, just 5 minutes will do.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: ?&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: Andree-u, Andree-u.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Darling: HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: Is this your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Dong: HAHAHAHA! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wtf, no. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: You can cycle with your girlfriend to the table there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Andrew come la!&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: Come Andree-u.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he cycle damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;He cycled past their stall already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So bad sia, right?&lt;br /&gt;Then darling called me, I complained to her!&lt;br /&gt;They asked us to go back, cause they not went off already.&lt;br /&gt;So we turned back and find them.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, got this guy playing roller blade fell down.&lt;br /&gt;When he fell down, his actions was so darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing, pork say I bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;Met them, darling say they very poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Andrew go back, but he hesitated!&lt;br /&gt;Then darling say, "I thought Lin Da Lang always listen to Bao Zhu Jie?"&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, because of just now darling see his socks, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach there again.&lt;br /&gt;I love it, the scenery, sea water and everything, hahas!&lt;br /&gt;After that I held darling's hand, Dong say we lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;Ya lorh, I love her a lot!&lt;br /&gt;So they helped me climb the rock again, scary. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Me and darling sat together, Dong and Andrew sat together.&lt;br /&gt;Around 5pm, they went to return bike.&lt;br /&gt;Me and darling went to buy ice-cream and drinks. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then they came and went to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bus stop there, darling skipped a bus.&lt;br /&gt;Our bus came and went up cause darling is going to find her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her a lot, hahas!&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, we sit 1 person 2 seats.&lt;br /&gt;Pork sit in front of me. :x&lt;br /&gt;I slept a while then the bus move and I hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and it was pain, argh! :(&lt;br /&gt;Then pork go pull my fringe, obviously finding trouble ma!&lt;br /&gt;So I hit his head, noob.&lt;br /&gt;I kept disturb him sia, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then I go take his hairband and make him macham like girl. :x&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm reach Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;Trained to cck then Dong wait for his friend for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew send me go home, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;He never failed to accompany me home lo!&lt;br /&gt;Even though he's living so far.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go home, he hit my head again!&lt;br /&gt;Keep revenge hurhur?!&lt;br /&gt;Went home and went to Yew Tee for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Should end the post here now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for us to blame ourselves now.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the solution?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you predict things and telling me to do my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do, and I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Why everything must you see in a way that, 'I felt that' or 'It seems that'?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just find out the truth no matter how hard it is?&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're predicting what I'm thinking..&lt;br /&gt;I've repeated this so many times, this is the last time it shall be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-4674820230170141500?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/4674820230170141500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=4674820230170141500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4674820230170141500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4674820230170141500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/andrew-asked-me-to-climb-up-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/S5JmxbMivmI/AAAAAAAAAz4/CVFRY7TNerU/s72-c/DSC00464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3882071050652977066</id><published>2010-03-05T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:49:59.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were less important.&lt;br /&gt;If you were, I wouldn't conference with Tutu and apologise to him.&lt;br /&gt;If you were, I wouldn't bother to figure out the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody mentioned by name from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped in the room, you shouted, "You betray me."&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm trying to talk, you shouted the 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to others, I don't need to care what they think.&lt;br /&gt;But to you, at least you would give me a chance to talk.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't, never intended to, right?&lt;br /&gt;Does 14 years of closeness worth 3 - 4 months of online stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get myself out of the house because I know you wouldn't want to see me..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm staying out of trouble, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you want to think that I'm that kind of person, it's your decision.&lt;br /&gt;I will never, never stop you.&lt;br /&gt;You won't be happy if your world is full of hates.&lt;br /&gt;So whatever you think I caused, I'm sorry to make you think this way.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't explain further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Home Economic did practical. :)&lt;br /&gt;My partner was didi, gahh.&lt;br /&gt;At first wanted to partner with Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;After that teacher said that she have already assigned each of us a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Walao. I don't want to be with you!&lt;br /&gt;Junshun: What?! Why you scolding me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: :(&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Nora: -Said the partner according to index number-&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Nora: Kelee with-&lt;br /&gt;Junshun: Say my name! Say my name!&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Nora: Junshun.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.- Help me take la (the ingredients).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way, I was calling him to do this and that, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to buy 1 container for me.&lt;br /&gt;I want pay back, he mai accept.&lt;br /&gt;After that I chased after him for so long. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then GhimChong say is he sincerely pay for me de, must accept.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, he also never owe me anything!&lt;br /&gt;I go steal his pencil case, then put the money inside.&lt;br /&gt;After school dismissal, I throw his pencil case and run away.&lt;br /&gt;I heard him laughing and say, "What's the problem with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and went out with Andrew and Dong.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know they taking cab, then that stupid pork Andrew ask me 2pm then go out. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Met them at amk arcade there.&lt;br /&gt;Before that got this guy talked to me, he say that give a chance for those people to eat.&lt;br /&gt;So I also can't bear to reject, I left my contact number and donated $10.&lt;br /&gt;I did a good deed again, hahas. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Wa, Andrew go wear spec, I didn't know it's him sia.&lt;br /&gt;After that the Dong say, "Oi, don't know how to call people ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dong gu..&lt;br /&gt;Then we went the pepper lunch there eat.&lt;br /&gt;But hor, I leave seat because I thought I buy my food ma..&lt;br /&gt;When I leave seat, got people come and seat.&lt;br /&gt;The dong gu keep say me, walao..&lt;br /&gt;Then we went mac to eat lo, he keep ask me don't leave seat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;After that the Kennard sms me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about his height.&lt;br /&gt;Dong say when he talk to him, only need look down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Not like Andrew, macham like looking at ants on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then we cannot finish the fries also all because of Dong la.&lt;br /&gt;Everything upsize, so fattening. :(&lt;br /&gt;I've already helped them to eat the fries, they waste food leh.&lt;br /&gt;Still say what Africa de kids, joker sia.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then they keep make me laugh and my mood went better, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;After that they bring me to a shop to see the 'in case of emergency' thing.&lt;br /&gt;But inside is condom, wth, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Pork keep saying about what I did in school, obviously it's because I told him.&lt;br /&gt;Every time people talk to me, I will be thinking of something.&lt;br /&gt;Two seconds later, I will say, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Eh, now go where?&lt;br /&gt;Dong: I don't know leh (I think this is what he say).&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Walao, you don't know how to coordinate with me meh?&lt;br /&gt;Dong: Fine, later lo.&lt;br /&gt;-2 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Eh, you what time need go home ah?&lt;br /&gt;Dong: -2 seconds later- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Zz, walao.&lt;br /&gt;Dong: You say must cooperate with you what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went mini toons, they go buy hairband.&lt;br /&gt;Ask them buy pink colour that don't want. :x&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to arcade cause Andrew hand itchy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Every time want throw ball de, crazy!&lt;br /&gt;But then what a coincidence, we saw mac leh.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe la, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;After that they went to buy drinks at NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;Dong go buy Naughty G, then I saw the ingredients have horny goat wheat, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that he go take the orange colour drink, can drunk one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went out slack, he go drink the Naughty G.&lt;br /&gt;Then everything he say is damn pervert la, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing leh, he talk funny. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Andrew lie to me sia, say quit already then today morning smoke..&lt;br /&gt;I tell Konan hur!&lt;br /&gt;After that they send me go home, in the train was damn stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;Dong talking about Andrew watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya lo, still say watch finish liao then delete.&lt;br /&gt;Dong: -Was being random?- Rock like a rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fuck like a pornstar.&lt;br /&gt;Dong &amp;amp; Andrew: Eh you horny la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, I help you continue only ma.&lt;br /&gt;Dong: I never ask you help me continue ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied them slack at the block downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;I never owe you lollipop liao hor Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;Then got one part very funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong: I with him very close ma?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You ask Andrew ask him la.&lt;br /&gt;Dong: He with him very close meh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Dong: How can? If Andrew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;, means he can be eaten already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translate it to chinese, you will get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, means you used the wrong word. :x&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, they never failed to make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after that I went home and take the dvd to pass to Dong.&lt;br /&gt;And they went home~&lt;br /&gt;I slept a while, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't laugh already, my mood was still as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Dong gu, I know you darn sad, you entertain us, you also must happy kay.&lt;br /&gt;I've been laughing for the whole time with y'all. :x&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Andrew is a rp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever hacked in my plurk, for your information, I didn't change my password.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3882071050652977066?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3882071050652977066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3882071050652977066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3882071050652977066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3882071050652977066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/went-to-arcade.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-4500086387230373682</id><published>2010-03-04T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:39:32.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;Today sucks, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during science lesson is the worst la.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice and others were passing around a paper about Wenqing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw already, I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;She go say me, "Walao, don't make fun leh."&lt;br /&gt;I jitao stand up say, "Eh cheebai, I never say understand right?"&lt;br /&gt;She stun, then Rachel come in front of me joke and say, "Come Kelee! I protect you."&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, she's so cute la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ain't happy these days, so don't come make me dulan or something.&lt;br /&gt;Then precious keep make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Make me stay back then teacher need talk to us. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went home and yea..&lt;br /&gt;Now crying la, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, yes we can be more mature.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not all of us were.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just a misunderstanding, but you chose to believe the other party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you must take the initiative to find everything out, not leaving anything out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking shag now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay at home, asshole..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-4500086387230373682?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/4500086387230373682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=4500086387230373682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4500086387230373682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/4500086387230373682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-5242735089482346006</id><published>2010-03-03T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:06:16.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my results for science and geography today.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I didn't really go and study.&lt;br /&gt;I got 10.5/50 for science and 17/30 for geography.&lt;br /&gt;I same marks with Rachel for geography, but she got study, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then she go take my paper and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Walao! I got 6 marks for this then you got 7 marks, not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Gave a blank look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe that I passed geography.&lt;br /&gt;Because Mdm Lee said that majority of the class failed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was boring as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Heard a deplorable news from someone.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm quite worried about something which darling experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks darling for advices.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't want, is just that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was eating dinner, but someone mentioned about him..&lt;br /&gt;I ate like 1/4 of the food, wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I cried again.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck should I do?&lt;br /&gt;But forget it, as long as he's happy, I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm strong enough to endure this.&lt;br /&gt;Other girls always say, "I'm not as strong as you think."&lt;br /&gt;But yea, I'm different, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a very long time to totally understand me, really.&lt;br /&gt;On phone with Andrew now, bear with my tears and that 'sian sian' voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;What if I have 43 days left to live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-5242735089482346006?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/5242735089482346006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=5242735089482346006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/5242735089482346006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the bright effect and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I the picture on the left, I made my fringe super straight. :&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;Last night had conference again.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know how to recognise me and Xiaoyan's voice.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, anyway I cried again.&lt;br /&gt;But not on the phone la, because I afk-ed, geez.&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, MT lesson was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Benedict, Yeow Tiong and didi go disiao.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone walks pass outside the classroom, one of them will shout.&lt;br /&gt;Something like, "Eh boy, look here."&lt;br /&gt;When they really looked, he will say, "Good boy!"&lt;br /&gt;Then their expressions like, "Why this guy so guailan sia?"&lt;br /&gt;Belinda and Patrice keep ask me what happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;Because I posted like I'm scolding people.&lt;br /&gt;I was sms-ing darling in school today.&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'm a guy to have such a nice girl like her.&lt;br /&gt;After school went to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;Today nothing much ba.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit giddy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't remind of something and make myself cry.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those times whereby darling, pork, mac, lind and Darren together.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, lpxx don't worry about me kay.&lt;br /&gt;I told you I won't make you worry, means I'll definitely be fine.&lt;br /&gt;So take care of yourself too okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love shouldn't be selfish, that's true love to me. -Kelee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you argue with him, you're hard-headed.&lt;br /&gt;If you're quiet, you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;If you call him, you're too clingy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;If he calls you, he says you should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love him, he'll try to win you.&lt;br /&gt;When you do love him, he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't fuck him, you're a tease.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you're easy.&lt;br /&gt;You tell him your problems, he says you're irritating.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, he says you don't trust him.&lt;br /&gt;If you lecture him, you just want to argue.&lt;br /&gt;If he lectures you, it's because he 'cares'.&lt;br /&gt;If you break a promise, he doesn't trust you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If he breaks it, it's because he had to.&lt;br /&gt;If you cheat, he expects it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;If he cheats, he wants another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Guys drink to forget about girls; girls drink to think back about the guy.&lt;br /&gt;When guys are in love they become poor; when girls are in love they become pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Guys can forget, but can't forgive; girls can forgive but can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;When guys are heartbroken, they try to forget about the girl by going out with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;When girls are heartbroken, they try to find his characteristics in another guy.&lt;br /&gt;Guys wish to be her first love, girls wish to be his last.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so true?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, these few days a lot of war huh?&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I do hate.&lt;br /&gt;But gaining a friend is better than gaining an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just have peace?&lt;br /&gt;It's like, come on, we're already teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;Stop hating and start loving.&lt;br /&gt;And think further, what you should do and shouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Ending here now, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-5657312916900991077?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/5657312916900991077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=5657312916900991077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/5657312916900991077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/5657312916900991077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-love-bright-effect-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-6678228154911382212</id><published>2010-03-01T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:08:46.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night's mood wasn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;Had conference and then Andrew keep kena shoot by Dong.&lt;br /&gt;Made me laughed, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Today damn suey la, lol!&lt;br /&gt;My hair kena caught by Mdm Lee again.&lt;br /&gt;But the whole class only me and precious caught. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then tie everything up like one nerd, cb.&lt;br /&gt;Today my mood was all right ba.&lt;br /&gt;My maths and chinese pass sia, miracle.&lt;br /&gt;After school went home, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I saw H leaving me and offline message saying that he misses me and shits.&lt;br /&gt;None of my ex failed to do this, lol!&lt;br /&gt;It's like, he's the one didn't cherish me at first.&lt;br /&gt;I can spend like hundred over dollars for him in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he didn't appreciate, and wants me to give in.&lt;br /&gt;What a sucker huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I miss you, I forced myself not to.&lt;br /&gt;But then I forced back to let myself miss you.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is unexplainable and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I force myself to forget you, it hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I can just burst my tears out, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I want a time rewind, but it does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;But there's a reason that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate this feeling, then do something not to hate.&lt;br /&gt;You're not useless, it's me, silly.&lt;br /&gt;You can be bad to me, you can scold me, angry me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also used to it already, so come on, please?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the first one that you do such things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the last one, save the trouble for others.&lt;br /&gt;You can ignore me, I'm not that kind of girl you like, which is darn cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that irritating? Am I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go MIA or something to make your life easier?&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you think I'm this type of person, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;I, myself knows, it's enough already.&lt;br /&gt;You can use me, you can hate me, you can doubt me.&lt;br /&gt;But never keep things and lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I know how you felt.&lt;br /&gt;Scold me, I would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Slap me, wake me up, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Push me to the road, so that I won't have any phobias anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So that I can forget everything what y'all jerks did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never your toy, never.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy from now on, I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't give you any trouble anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-6678228154911382212?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/6678228154911382212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=6678228154911382212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6678228154911382212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/6678228154911382212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-nights-mood-wasnt-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2780881718818413557</id><published>2010-02-28T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:18:41.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was okay, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;Just something has been troubling me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;But at least darling knows. :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying again.&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder who I'm crying for..&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know you're reading it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you worry for me even a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;Darling I need your shoulder now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lpxx asked me to post about him again~&lt;br /&gt;There you go again!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas, drink more water, you're falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;And don't smoke so much, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2780881718818413557?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2780881718818413557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2780881718818413557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2780881718818413557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2780881718818413557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1527995759480850382</id><published>2010-02-27T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:55:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll27/thIMPERFECTIONs/DSC00371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;Today actually suppose to go out with darling, Andrew and others de.&lt;br /&gt;Then Andrew woke up late, I think he slept late ba.&lt;br /&gt;So he canceled, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Noticed that I've been thinking a lot of things these days.&lt;br /&gt;That's why my attitude had been hot and cold.&lt;br /&gt;I've shared my problems with darling.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, keep it as a secret kay? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cried throughout the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;After that she accompanied me to go out shan shan xin.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling, and sorry if I've caused trouble to you and Triniton.&lt;br /&gt;Went to amk and met darling.&lt;br /&gt;I wore the jacket with big checked boxes, she wore the same too, lol.&lt;br /&gt;But mine is green, hers is red, I feel that it's fate!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to arcade and tried to catch the toy.&lt;br /&gt;But didn't managed to, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went pool find Raymond they all.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for a long time, I cried again, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Then Raymond gave me tissue, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;And treat me and darling drink, we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Then darling talked about Triniton and she cried.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry la, I will heart pain, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home and she went to find Triniton.&lt;br /&gt;Hope they're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think I'm that type of person.&lt;br /&gt;But after all, it's your choice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't wanna be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I do something, there's a reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't explain myself, I've got my own reasons now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1527995759480850382?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1527995759480850382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1527995759480850382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1527995759480850382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1527995759480850382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-cried-throughout-whole-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-7564211461527130726</id><published>2010-02-26T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:14:06.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, yesterday chat on phone a while.&lt;br /&gt;Today Maths paper was okay ba.&lt;br /&gt;Last period watched movie.&lt;br /&gt;The class was very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Then in this movie got a guy, the nose very big.&lt;br /&gt;After that I sms-ed didi, I say, "The guy's nose like Wenqing sia."&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, and I laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Then people keep looking at me. :x&lt;br /&gt;After dismiss, didi walked beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi: Eh-&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Didi: Siao ah?&lt;br /&gt;Didi: Guai lan sia Kelee.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out after that and I saw precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: Just now that guy in the movie is Wenqing's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: Because the nostril like on top sia (like monkey).&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: Then when he angry, his nostril will expand~&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;-I laughed all the way-&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: See la Patrice! You make her ki siao already.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice: Really what! When the guy angry, his nostril will expand.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she say a new sentence, I laughed even harder.&lt;br /&gt;Bored die me, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Lpxx asked me to post about him.&lt;br /&gt;There you go, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Come back early uhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being hot and cold at times.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel real tired and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be selfish, that's why I..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-7564211461527130726?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/7564211461527130726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=7564211461527130726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7564211461527130726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/7564211461527130726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1578228836586454411</id><published>2010-02-25T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:29:53.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I've ruined my history paper.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will get the lowest mark, pshh.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have someone to tutor me for mid year, I guess? :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope darling is free, because her school is starting at April.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I've got her brains, really smart. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today school was a bit hyper.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Patrice again, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Before history lesson, her shoe there got a sticky glue.&lt;br /&gt;She go kick high up and don't know fly until where.&lt;br /&gt;After history lesson, they keep find find find.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at the wall near the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;I tapped on her shoulder and said, "Erm.. Patrice, see there."&lt;br /&gt;We all jitao laugh, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then after that MT lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and Benedict damn funny, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;My table got small pieces of paper.&lt;br /&gt;I very sian, then throw in front.&lt;br /&gt;Then the paper stuck onto Wenqing's hair.&lt;br /&gt;I jackpot 3 times leh, lol.&lt;br /&gt;After that Patrice walked beside her.&lt;br /&gt;She go take my used correction tape and tear it.&lt;br /&gt;Then she go put on Wenqing's head, what the hell la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Behind people keep laugh.&lt;br /&gt;After that she told me, "See! I like that also can be better than you!"&lt;br /&gt;Wenqing didn't see sia, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh until cry can. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to find lpxx, but didn't, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I've to buck up all my subjects already.&lt;br /&gt;I think all my subjects will fail except for english for this common test, pfft. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sad and I don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing happened and I feel like I've forgotten to do something.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, what's wrong? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1578228836586454411?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1578228836586454411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-191112773607096197</id><published>2010-02-24T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:32:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you've nothing better to do, don't talk to much craps.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me and Darren come real life, don't dare call and verify if he did say things about me.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed?&lt;br /&gt;You expect me to give in and do what you like huh?&lt;br /&gt;Make you bwg then dig out things which doesn't even link.&lt;br /&gt;You're 19 years old this year, for goodness sake, still so immature.&lt;br /&gt;Geography common test today, I might ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;Quite unlucky as I've got diarrhea like half of the day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I've endured through the common test leh, sheez!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Just an advice, don't let anyone take advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you have not really seen what he/she had done behind you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna update my private blog now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-191112773607096197?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/191112773607096197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=191112773607096197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/191112773607096197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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not primary school kids, yet you've did so many immature acts.&lt;br /&gt;I've endured so much of unwillings with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not me who did not give you a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember whereby I did gave you after you've back stabbed me.&lt;br /&gt;You did the same thing again, I was nonplussed by what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Then I've decided to totally give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I'm not your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have the rights to stop me from doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I did not find guys, I did not fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;If talking to guys is flirting, then if I'm talking to a dog, I'm flirting a dog?&lt;br /&gt;That's the problem, you're too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;I was incensed at what you did, but I chose to talk to you nicely.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much things I wanted to say, but you just can't think right.&lt;br /&gt;You've not totally changed, so don't tell me you did.&lt;br /&gt;A young adult like you should think wisely now, do not deny your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;No giving of excuses, because what is done, it's done.&lt;br /&gt;I know we've been through so much, but then our path diverged, not because of me, but you.&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason why I was very cautious about deciding to give people chances.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Literature common test was fine, just that it's hard to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;After common test, I've heard comments from my classmates about the word 'melancholy'.&lt;br /&gt;They did not know the word and they got out of point.&lt;br /&gt;I've used that word in my blog before, so I thought some of them roughly know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;I mean while we're doing the paper, haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Science common test sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand most of the questions, I think I will fail it.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home.&lt;br /&gt;Did not attend to the history remedial.&lt;br /&gt;Stomach cramp is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I heart lpxx ttm. :)&lt;br /&gt;See, I got post about you, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys realised something?&lt;br /&gt;Every time I said that I've got a lot to say, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm too tired of repeating.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2937592794466105784?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2937592794466105784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2937592794466105784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2937592794466105784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2937592794466105784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1253890145491370593</id><published>2010-02-22T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:33:48.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night Andrew called me after his outing.&lt;br /&gt;He told me about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;suck, why did you back stab me?&lt;br /&gt;How can you profess something like that?&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't mean that I know a particular thing, I would definitely go tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's not me, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;I went to your facebook, I saw my name.&lt;br /&gt;You wrote about our chat and I've showed you no friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, then what did you show me?&lt;br /&gt;Back stab, betray, lies and you're still the same as last time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you were such person.&lt;br /&gt;Today in school had Mother Tongue common test.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite hard as I didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much la, don't really feel like doing anything today.&lt;br /&gt;After school had remedial, made me super exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and bathed.&lt;br /&gt;Lpxx fell asleep just now, waited for his reply and I fell asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up, my mood is much better.&lt;br /&gt;But then.. something is making distress.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it's your decision to trust me or not.&lt;br /&gt;You can doubt, you can suspect.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't spoil my mood and my little expectations towards your trust for me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever keep things from me, or even lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for now, I might seem fine.&lt;br /&gt;Probably you would think that it's not flowing through my mind because I didn't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that is just normal reactions from all humans.&lt;br /&gt;If I get too tired of guessing, I might just give up talking to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1253890145491370593?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1253890145491370593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1253890145491370593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1253890145491370593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1253890145491370593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-andrew-called-me-after-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-1277676652083512295</id><published>2010-02-21T21:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:00:11.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night something happened.&lt;br /&gt;I called Andrew and put conference with Dong.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;After that I told him like 1/4 of it only.&lt;br /&gt;So don't &lt;span&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;say I've betrayed you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't told him what you've told me not to.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so dramatic can?&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go, it's reality.&lt;br /&gt;What no love and friendship?&lt;br /&gt;If there's none, you won't be blabbering about how much you love this girl that time.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me if you get closer to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;, you scared you might fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the same as last time when you two timed me when we were together?&lt;br /&gt;And you've got the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry not because of her or Andrew, but you.&lt;br /&gt;Why dao me when I talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;Why talk to me like that?&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things to say, just that it's too harsh, I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know why you just act like you're emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up, I saw Andrew's message.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he knew everything already.&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, it's not me who told him, so don't accuse me all right.&lt;br /&gt;And you lied to me, I still got the message at the message box in audi.&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you at first, until Andrew told me different answers, I suspected.&lt;br /&gt;He told me a lot of things, I jitao stun you know?&lt;br /&gt;Why would you feel lonely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if a lot of girls jio you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;And so many other things which I don't really want to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;I know just now Andrew go find you right?&lt;br /&gt;You sms me, "Thanks and sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;You're real lucky that Andrew didn't whack you or something.&lt;br /&gt;You know what he tell me or not?&lt;br /&gt;He told he didn't do so, cause you were once his friend.&lt;br /&gt;He told me everything, it's you who wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;I stunned.. You lied to me again. -'-&lt;br /&gt;You think lying to me unlimited times is fun?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I thought that everyone deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I forgave you, I bear you no grudge.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to say now, you should know how Andrew felt.&lt;br /&gt;He told me a lot of things, really disheartening for an outsider of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Teckhwee, you lied again, I'm disappointed me once again.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna pretend nothing had happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today waited for lpxx to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I was not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Went audi with Andrew and Mac. :)&lt;br /&gt;I pwn you, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, relax la, don't so angry.&lt;br /&gt;After that lpxx woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened la. x.x&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wish to say.&lt;br /&gt;But then next time if you're doubting or having questions, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, don't keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll go crazy one day~&lt;br /&gt;I hope things are fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-1277676652083512295?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/1277676652083512295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=1277676652083512295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1277676652083512295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/1277676652083512295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-something-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-2824067815505951832</id><published>2010-02-20T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:34:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night audi-ed with Rachel, Bryan and Patrice. :x&lt;br /&gt;Rachel good lorh, she say play with friend then say cannot play with me.&lt;br /&gt;After that Bryan ask me join, then Rachel tell me, "Bryan my friend what!"&lt;br /&gt;Hais, you good!&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with lpxx, Revenant, Olivia, Samuel, DZQ, Domenic, Opti and Weiling.&lt;br /&gt;Went to lpxx's house first.&lt;br /&gt;I was hugging my elmo in the public leh! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people keep stare, I feel like saying, "What?! It's cute what. D:"&lt;br /&gt;I saw lpxx's mummy, damn modern one lo!&lt;br /&gt;I want leh, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She in MapleSEA level 198 leh!&lt;br /&gt;Then she give me angpao, I was kinda surprised. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, LPXX DON'T SAY HOR!&lt;br /&gt;After that lpxx in msn keep disiao.&lt;br /&gt;He keep make me laugh leh~&lt;br /&gt;Around 1.30pm went to Causeway Point meet Revenant.&lt;br /&gt;But before that he gave me a monkey, and I gave him my elmo.&lt;br /&gt;The money sibeh cute lehszxc.&lt;br /&gt;Met Revenant and went amk to meet Opti.&lt;br /&gt;After that they went to eat and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Then went kpool.&lt;br /&gt;Lpxx keep disiao leh, bad right?!&lt;br /&gt;After that Samuel and DZQ came.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Olivia and Weiling.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and Weiling went to eat~&lt;br /&gt;Then they went toilet smoke again.&lt;br /&gt;Went outside the cinema wait for Olivia and Weiling.&lt;br /&gt;After that they came, deciding what to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Lpxx damn funny lo, keep make us laugh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But he keep bully my girlfriend leh!&lt;br /&gt;Went outside, Samuel smoked.&lt;br /&gt;He smoke halfway, give lpxx smoke.&lt;br /&gt;His back face me, then they looking.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "OI!" and he acted like nothing happened!&lt;br /&gt;Then they laugh, walked back in.&lt;br /&gt;I play play angry with him, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;He keep pull me leh! :x&lt;br /&gt;After that went to watch 72 Tenants of Prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny leh the show, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Then went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 8 plus. :)&lt;br /&gt;Many funny things happened la, just lazy to elaborate. :x&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-2824067815505951832?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/2824067815505951832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=2824067815505951832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2824067815505951832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/2824067815505951832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-audi-ed-with-rachel-bryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6041587189156204537.post-3017072991939893658</id><published>2010-02-19T21:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:01:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today in school.&lt;br /&gt;Had English common test.&lt;br /&gt;Precious keep disiao Wenqing about her hair again, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After school, me, Eileen and Wenqing go toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Wenqing, your hair like gu dai ren.&lt;br /&gt;Wenqing: Huh! Really ah?&lt;br /&gt;Eileen: -Laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Me: You wearing wig is it?&lt;br /&gt;Wenqing: No! This is real hair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But really like gu dai ren and wig leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I keep saying.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to shoot me, but then I made her speechless!&lt;br /&gt;After that lpxx told me to tell her, "Eh, I talking to you leh, can answer?"&lt;br /&gt;See, he so bad right?!&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathe and slept a while.&lt;br /&gt;Lpxx went out. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Then just now audi-ed with Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he my new fam master leh!&lt;br /&gt;After that he told me about Doven.&lt;br /&gt;And I also didn't know that he's a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;Damn bastard leh.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we break couple, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then I just saw Patrice's &lt;a title="Patrice's plurk." href="http://www.plurk.com/xPATRICE"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is what she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kelee is crazyzxc.&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we talked about is nostril and she laughed like insane woman~&lt;br /&gt;Next, we talked about wig and she laughed like siaopeh. :x&lt;br /&gt;I realised something, everything is about Wenqing. :D&lt;br /&gt;Mikato is oink oink~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me laughed again!&lt;br /&gt;Just now my jie scare me, made me scream. :(&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, but I'll be fine soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss hugging my elmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm super bored now.&lt;br /&gt;Quiz time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of day are you having?&lt;br /&gt;- Hyper one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there anyone who "made your day"?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmmm, lpxx made my day! Honoured? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you liking how you look today?&lt;br /&gt;- No, not really. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anyone crushing on you?&lt;br /&gt;- Have la, LOL! :x I know you're reading it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten a bug?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not sure. But I think I ate ants before, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you vegeterian?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had something stuck between your teeth, but no one decided to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;- How would I know? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mother or a father?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was your last paycheck?&lt;br /&gt;- Erm, I don't take paycheck. :x I take cash~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- I have 1 Andrew and 1 her girlfriend (Lemone &amp;amp; Limone). Cute?! And one terrapin. Others not mine, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;- Colgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to being rich or poor?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm closer to being rich! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;- OF COURSE LA! WANT SEE MY BED GOT SO MANY !@#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last gift someone gave you?&lt;br /&gt;- I've forgotten already, sorry. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you appreciate that person?&lt;br /&gt;- I appreciate everyone who do stuffs for me. Just that sometimes I didn't show. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Probably? Maybe? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many things are you really thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Thinking of lpxx counted?! And wondering why Teckhwee always interested in sex topics! Hais, still the same~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you talk to anyone you didnt like today?&lt;br /&gt;- No leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like picnics?&lt;br /&gt;- I love picnics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you finished school yet?&lt;br /&gt;- No. I wish to finish asap. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is/was your worst subject?&lt;br /&gt;- History; I don't even know a single thing. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of mood are you in?&lt;br /&gt;- Confused. Should I or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for anything?&lt;br /&gt;- Waiting for more freedom la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to bed after this?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows are open in your computer?&lt;br /&gt;- Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a very stressed out person?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;- Not as old as your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your mom ever been on television or in the paper?&lt;br /&gt;- If you mom in television or in the paper then ask me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a beach house?&lt;br /&gt;- I want one. Lpxx build me one leh~ :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;- Jelapang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read Perez Hilton?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on Disney Channel?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes very childish leh! Sometimes only ah. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Techno?&lt;br /&gt;- So-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Oprah?&lt;br /&gt;- No. So fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Not now, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite country?&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like animals?&lt;br /&gt;- I love animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6041587189156204537-3017072991939893658?l=devotionzxc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/feeds/3017072991939893658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6041587189156204537&amp;postID=3017072991939893658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3017072991939893658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6041587189156204537/posts/default/3017072991939893658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devotionzxc.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Only loves you.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144744499327214915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tL1diJPPD-I/StCWFSghjoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/duLHl82C6gs/S220/DSC00458.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
