<?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-6768422675997460267</id><updated>2011-08-26T01:47:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love a n d Freedom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-5315337696277647189</id><published>2010-07-09T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T04:47:55.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SIDE BOTH.</title><content type='html'>first things first.&lt;br /&gt;im not on any side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im WONDERING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-the sarcastic one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course life goes on. life goes on because u keep saying it.&lt;br /&gt;its a fact. everyone knows it. you dont need to say it.&lt;br /&gt;you say cuz we have no life. cuz they have no life. cuz ppl have no life.&lt;br /&gt;then why the heck are you alive/living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think the words we say to you right NOW, is hurtful, pissing you off.&lt;br /&gt;then wad about all those words you said to us?&lt;br /&gt;aren't they as hurtful? &lt;br /&gt;aren't they pissing us off as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not try changing urself and make ur frens happy?&lt;br /&gt;reply - what if i dont want to. (pissed me off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember the four of us in form 1? we were so happy.. dont you want it back?&lt;br /&gt;reply - i only know zoe and halili for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you want zoe and halili back to you?&lt;br /&gt;reply - what if i dont want them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna be like "her" without any friends? cause she lied too much?&lt;br /&gt;reply - why should i have friends that doesnt accept me? im better off with ppl that accept me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try not to walk away instantly when halili and zoe try to talk to you..&lt;br /&gt;reply - i dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt; -end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that way.&lt;br /&gt;"why should i have friends that doesnt accept me? im better off with ppl that accept me for who i am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you really think so?&lt;br /&gt;you really think that ppl will accept you for who you are for your sarcastism?&lt;br /&gt;do you REALLY REALLY think so?&lt;br /&gt;so wad if you go to another country and have new friends?&lt;br /&gt;if you dont change urself, are you sure they won't leave you?&lt;br /&gt;and when ur friend (from another country) talks to you,&lt;br /&gt;do you really wanna repeat  &lt;br /&gt;"why should i have friends that doesnt accept me? im better off with ppl that accept me for who i am."&lt;br /&gt;this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think its right,then i guess UR life goes on a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said others dont terasa.&lt;br /&gt;u really think we won't terasa?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never said sorry sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;all you did was a piece of paper for the freaking whole gang.&lt;br /&gt;is that wad you call as sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it that hard for you to say IM SORRY?&lt;br /&gt;from ur mouth?&lt;br /&gt;is it THAT HARD?&lt;br /&gt;you dare to make out in public, but ur not brave enough to say sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absurd.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-the pissed off group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys talk about aaron.&lt;br /&gt;you guys dislike him.&lt;br /&gt;because he makes out too much with mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he is not as bad as you guys think he is.&lt;br /&gt;he's a really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;he does not betray you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys anti him for being too much of a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;are you sure he's even involve in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from wad i know.&lt;br /&gt;ALL this made their relationship worse.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't hope to ruin  ppl's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you even have the right to budge into people's relationship?&lt;br /&gt;sry.. no offence kay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont side him. its just that i think he's totally out of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarcastism is pissing you off.&lt;br /&gt;so it is to me.&lt;br /&gt;wad can i do?&lt;br /&gt;i sit beside her. dont i suffer the most?&lt;br /&gt;but im trying very hard to accept her for who she is, though sometimes it really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;but i know one day imma EXPLODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might not be telling you stories. you know why?&lt;br /&gt;cause she has a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;but i think its not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i think that won't you wanna tell ur boyfriend all ur secrets and ur problems?&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all this made everything change.&lt;br /&gt;because you guys think that she is not sharing stories.&lt;br /&gt;her attitude is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes ur right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my family told me. why do you still mix with her then?&lt;br /&gt;why do you wanna get urself hurt?&lt;br /&gt;because i want her to know and change&lt;br /&gt;and i want her to know that she still has a friend that would support her if she's having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont write anything.&lt;br /&gt;dont reply to wad i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just something to say out.&lt;br /&gt;not something to piss ppl off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last things last.&lt;br /&gt;i dont side any. or i side two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;:) -von-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-5315337696277647189?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5315337696277647189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-side-both.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/5315337696277647189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/5315337696277647189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-side-both.html' title='I SIDE BOTH.'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-3158317654674679545</id><published>2010-04-23T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:05:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGH AND LAUGH AND LAUGH</title><content type='html'>HAD SO MUCH FUN TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my time table today&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know wad subject to bring so i just brought science and english&lt;br /&gt;I was packing my bag in the morning and I was late so i rushed to the bus&lt;br /&gt;lucking thing karyan told bus uncle to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL WAS JUST AWESOME TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASNT LATE TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE WAS INTERESTING!&lt;br /&gt;our experiment so called " exploded"&lt;br /&gt;well it WAS suppose to be like that anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEO WAS BORING SO WAS PK.&lt;br /&gt;mae: von wad are u doing?&lt;br /&gt;von: im throwing papers at sanjnaa!&lt;br /&gt;mae: lool&lt;br /&gt;*i continued throwing*&lt;br /&gt;mae: eh von give me one.&lt;br /&gt;von: nah&lt;br /&gt;mae: lets throw it together.&lt;br /&gt;von: ohh okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so                               *HITS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanjnaa: *head turns behind* making eye contact with us. No wonder i keep feeling smtg hitting my back!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and as usual her                                                    stop it!    &lt;&lt;&lt; remember her tone in ur mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS WAS MOODY FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS WAS SO FUNNY !&lt;br /&gt;"SANJNAA'S MUM" ASKED HER TO WRITE ALL THE ANSWERS FOR THE QUESTION CUZ SHE WAS TOO NOISY!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OHH!! AND NOT FORGETTING TO MENTION!&lt;br /&gt;THE CREAMY CORN!! - mae and shu jin didnt like it.... SANJNAA, MADI, FASIHAH AND I LOVED IT! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;we were arguing over mae and shujin's tastebuds having some problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SANJNAA GOES   " MAE! DONT U DAREEE INSULT CREAMY CORN!" == LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgotten wad happen when teacher was teaching maths infront.... but i heard sanjnaa suddenly&lt;br /&gt;"AISSSHHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHU JIN, SANJNAA, MADI, MAE, FASIHAH AND I STARTED LAUGHING SO HARD, GIGGLING AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt; me and sanjnaa were making eye contact as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TEACHER WENT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PN TAN DIDNT COME IN.&lt;br /&gt;i went over to shujin's place&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside sanjnaa&lt;br /&gt;looking at her... i couldnt RESIST! JUST BY LOOKING AT HER!&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHED SO HARD.&lt;br /&gt; I TOLD SANJNAA IM HAVING LABOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;MADI AND SANJNAA LAUGHED TOO!&lt;br /&gt;THEN I TOLD CHARMAINE&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE I THINK THE BABY IS COMING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;MY STOMACH IS SO PAINFUL.&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUED GIGGLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE: yvonne is laughing so hard!! later her BABY FLY OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SANJNAA MADI AND I PRACTICALLY LAUGHED SO SO SO SO HARD!&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING EVEN HARDER&lt;br /&gt;SANJNAA SAID : I THINK I BETTER GO OUT FOR AWHILE&lt;br /&gt;sanjnaa , charmaine and someone else went to toilet&lt;br /&gt;charmaine came back with the sanjnaa's file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: yvonne! hide sanjnaa's file!! she left it outside the toilet!!&lt;br /&gt;and so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we put it in diyanah's bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when sanjnaa came back&lt;br /&gt;i saw her saying "CHARMAINE IM GONNA KILL U!!!! I HATE U!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO MYYY FILLEEE.... "&lt;br /&gt;LOL I COULDNT RESIST IT AGAIN BUT I PLAYED ALONG WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt; WELL IN THE END WE HAD TO TELL HER WHR IT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;AND SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elyyy, sanjnaa, fasihah and i were at the table.&lt;br /&gt;they were playing with my papers!&lt;br /&gt;so i shouted OI!&lt;br /&gt;they LAUGHED SO HARD BECAUSE I SHOUTED! LOL&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED TOO BECAUSE ELY'S LAUGH WAS TOOO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher came in " PUAN EMILDA"&lt;br /&gt;OH NOO!!! SO I WENT BACK TO MY PLACE MAE SAT BACK AT HER'S&lt;br /&gt;teacher went out forawhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started cutting paper's for english&lt;br /&gt;ely was cutting...&lt;br /&gt;and so she LAUGHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE LAUGHED.   I LAUGHED.&lt;br /&gt;I TURNED TO MAE LAUGHING SO HARD!&lt;br /&gt;mae was like im immune  to ely's laughing already since standard 5.&lt;br /&gt;sanjnaa said " i wont laugh u noe when ely laughs"&lt;br /&gt;mae : ELY LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;ELY LAUGHED.&lt;br /&gt;SANJNAA: looking serious... suddenly  AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF US COULDNT STAND IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY ALL OF US!&lt;br /&gt;WITH ELY'S LAUGH AND THIS TIME SANJNAA'S LAUGH TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED SO HARD I WAS LITERALLY CRYING!&lt;br /&gt;MAE SAID WHILE LAUGHING " YVONNE IS CRYING!!!" AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED SO HARD I BEND DOWN MY BODY&lt;br /&gt;MY HANDS WERE TOUCHING MY TOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANJNAA: LOOK AT YVONNE!!! SHE'S LAUGHING AND HER HANDS ARE CROSSED! TOUCHING HER TOES!&lt;br /&gt;AIYOOOOOOO. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE LAUGHED MORE&lt;br /&gt;THE ATMOSPHERE WAS  *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG OMG AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW SANJNAA'S LAUGH GOES     " AHAH   AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!   &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; HIGH PEECH TONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TEARS OF JOY.&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH TEARS OF JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.W.E.S.O.M.E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-3158317654674679545?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3158317654674679545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/laugh-and-laugh-and-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/3158317654674679545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/3158317654674679545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/laugh-and-laugh-and-laugh.html' title='LAUGH AND LAUGH AND LAUGH'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-6030625697561975574</id><published>2010-01-26T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:12:14.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATED MYSELF, I SUCKED, IM A LOSER.</title><content type='html'>i didnt noe u hated me so much.&lt;br /&gt;i dont make up stories.&lt;br /&gt;and i noe i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why&lt;br /&gt;i wished i died&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was born in some other country.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at everything&lt;br /&gt;even confessing&lt;br /&gt;even friendship&lt;br /&gt;even my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rejected.&lt;br /&gt;ppl kept talking about it&lt;br /&gt;do u think i wanted this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was wad i deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told sanjnaa&lt;br /&gt;she's just a worthless piece of dirt on this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt noe i was refering to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to this day&lt;br /&gt;i didnt make up any stories&lt;br /&gt;neither did i doubt u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know not everything refers to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that post in ur blog clearly refers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u hate me,&lt;br /&gt;u say i sucked,&lt;br /&gt;u say im a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK&lt;br /&gt;IM A LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U HAPPY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U LOVE URSELF&lt;br /&gt;UR GREAT&lt;br /&gt;UR A WINNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u should appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt noe getting rejected would hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now why dont god just let me die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suffering SO SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID NTG WRONG&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK&lt;br /&gt;IM A LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME TO HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LOSER.'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-2654945849666797321</id><published>2010-01-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:34:05.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soft hearted.</title><content type='html'>u can say wadever u want.&lt;br /&gt;u have to appreciate ur frens&lt;br /&gt;u have to think before u speak.&lt;br /&gt;u cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;i just want u to noe that this time im really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;because she wants u to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;but instead u said she ignored u.&lt;br /&gt;yes she ignored u.&lt;br /&gt;but u have to give in instead of her.&lt;br /&gt;u have to talk to her instead of her talking to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems u had a great time in school without me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read ur blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told zoe "i wanna give her a piece of my mind"&lt;br /&gt;i cant...&lt;br /&gt;because i heard about "something " else&lt;br /&gt;that hurt u.&lt;br /&gt;that involved both of us.&lt;br /&gt;im saying "sorry" about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TRULY SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes u have ur own life.&lt;br /&gt;i have mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad u said school is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because now i noe that school sucks when im around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-2654945849666797321?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-4330976168700306040</id><published>2010-01-25T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:13:31.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not getting any better.</title><content type='html'>woke up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;looked at the clock,&lt;br /&gt;7.00! OH SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;(wakes my dad up)&lt;br /&gt;dad say its okie i wanted to bring u to the doc&lt;br /&gt;owh! okay =)&lt;br /&gt;slept in between dad and mum.&lt;br /&gt;daddie is sick too&lt;br /&gt;my condition is getting worse&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get well soon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i hope for bad things to come they dont&lt;br /&gt;but when i dont hope for them to come they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i didn't go for tuition yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;so i bet "someone" enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;as she was "not" looking forward to tuition if i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sick as if im having cancer or something.&lt;br /&gt;well i wished i had cancer NOW.&lt;br /&gt;so that i could die faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is NEVER GOING TO END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean *stuff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-4330976168700306040?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4330976168700306040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-getting-any-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/4330976168700306040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/4330976168700306040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-getting-any-better.html' title='not getting any better.'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-785613670760934145</id><published>2010-01-25T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:32:46.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me die.</title><content type='html'>now that i've realised i cant even TALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have my voice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always happen when i cough / sick.&lt;br /&gt;ugh! so sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when im sick in school&lt;br /&gt;i have to face those who are angry, sad and mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;"SOME" ppl ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i wasnt sick.&lt;br /&gt;because when ur sick, u suffer more.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope my life ends right  NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just die of heart attack or wadever shit.&lt;br /&gt;this world is lifeless now.&lt;br /&gt;no one is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;no one is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;those who are sad just wanders away.&lt;br /&gt;and those who are "sick" doesnt wanna live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have the courage i had last time.&lt;br /&gt;opening the window,&lt;br /&gt;stepping out to the roof,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, as i looked down,&lt;br /&gt;i was scared.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt die at this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum called my name,&lt;br /&gt;i had to get back to the room and lock the window.&lt;br /&gt;just gave her an ugly smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so DEAD rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD LET ME DIE.&lt;br /&gt;IM SUFFERING WAY TOO MUCH OF THIS.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TAKE ME AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT MIND EVEN IF I END UP IN&lt;br /&gt;"HELL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANNA DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-785613670760934145?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/785613670760934145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/785613670760934145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/785613670760934145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-die.html' title='let me die.'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-2694286173914816313</id><published>2010-01-23T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:38:51.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SICK.</title><content type='html'>im sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my parents for shopping,argued with my mum over a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so sick of arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather kinda used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i AM like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get pissed easily      and     i admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to think a bout stuff anymore  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to smile   =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i can do it cuz its just a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that i was sick on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fever, sore throat, coughs and block ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough for me to DIE.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fever, sore throat, coughs ,block ears and RUNNING NOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY THERE'S TRAINING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! FIRST TIME TRAINING WITH THE SENIORS AND IM SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I GET BETTER SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I BET EVERYONE WAS HAPPY THAT THEY DIDNT GO TO SCHOOL ON SAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT OUT WEARING THE BLACK BAND ON MY ARM YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating munchy's "oat krunch" and jacob's "weetameal" now.&lt;br /&gt;really tasty though i dont have the appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for today!&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-2694286173914816313?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2694286173914816313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/2694286173914816313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/2694286173914816313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sick.html' title='IM SICK.'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-379186064967029545</id><published>2010-01-22T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:35:11.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will not care even if i see wad i read in "your" blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is no longer the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YVONNE&lt;/span&gt; last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YVONNE&lt;/span&gt; had already moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the words "i dont care" ,  "wadever"  ,  "u dont have to tell me that"&lt;br /&gt;is just hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned it from u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treasured too those past seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those hurtful and hateful secrets i've heard is just disappointing at the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i said "yeah, i know her already. she's like that. i dont mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just words from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be strong...but its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do smtg bad to her i feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;SO GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;because i cared for her so much.&lt;br /&gt;especially her family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i thought about those secrets , secrets that are TRUE is just .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not forgive the rest easily&lt;br /&gt;but as for her i would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know today she tried to talk to me by borrowing me her book&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stand but to talk to her in the very end&lt;br /&gt;even though Yvonne is really hurt this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought of smtg that my friend told me today.&lt;br /&gt;just talk to her&lt;br /&gt;give in this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking to myself..&lt;br /&gt;i hope things gets better&lt;br /&gt;and then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inside my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking back about those secrets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really made me sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way ppl look at me in class&lt;br /&gt;those who were supporting her&lt;br /&gt;gave me an angry stare&lt;br /&gt;then shakes head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad did i do wrong anyway?&lt;br /&gt;im just trying to let her know for ONCE&lt;br /&gt;i was sad and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;and that is the first time i've ever felt this sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to those words again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yvonne just give in)&lt;br /&gt;for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is harsh&lt;br /&gt;but its the only way to let u noe how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though u said u hated me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even until now i could not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because deep down i know that&lt;br /&gt;i still care about this friendship a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might be able to forget this friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-379186064967029545?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/379186064967029545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-not-care-even-if-i-see-wad-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/379186064967029545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/379186064967029545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-not-care-even-if-i-see-wad-i.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-8698950488433722650</id><published>2010-01-21T00:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:32:24.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shall move on.</title><content type='html'>friendship hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USING her for the pass 7 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supporting her ENEMIES for the pass 7 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making her SUFFER for the past 7 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping her just to be a "companion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if u had to appologize to the person u hate saying "IM SORRY" it wouldnt have any&lt;br /&gt;means in it. and EVEN SO ,no matter who u appologize to , it will never be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YVONNE&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess she had only realised it now that her friend hated her SO MUCH ,so much that even if they were to fight FRIENDSHIP isnt to be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;so much&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was "stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was "stubborn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took her as a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvonne is no longer going to suffer after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)      &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-8698950488433722650?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8698950488433722650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/8698950488433722650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/8698950488433722650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html' title='i shall move on.'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-7921024949787322193</id><published>2010-01-02T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:28:28.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrows school!... i wonder why time flies! =((( ARGGH GUESS WAD HOLIDAY IS OVERRR.&lt;div&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just received a msg from madiha a few days ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yv. cik zahriah dah pindah. she sent her regards 2 all 2c girls. pls tell d others.n imy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was lazy to sent so i just sent to a few ppl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on thursday night = CHRISTMAS EVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my family and my dad's old frens had a gathering and "eat coast"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheryl and jiew ann were there too! my sis went out with her frens and stayedover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. SHE MISSED OUT THE FUN OF DRINKING ALCOHOL AND UNCLE SONG HUAT'S JOKES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL THE AUNTY UNCLES TOOK SOME PICS      ...............   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW WE BROUGHT ALCOHOL THERE! BACARDI RUM. IT WAS NICE BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOO BAD I DIDNT HAVE THE MOOD. =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw VIOLET! i think she was one of the boss relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO THEN.. while waiting for the clock to struck 00.00 check on my phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOPING FOR MY PHONE TO NOT OFF CUZ THE BATTERY WAS FINISHED..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PHONE KEPT ON VIBRATING "BATTERY EMPTY BATTERY EMPTY".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN WHEN IT STRUCKED 00.00 *QUICKLY CHECKS ON PHONE* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OFF-ED! PISSED. AND FELT BAD. =(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT MORNING QUICKLY SENDS MESSAGES TO FRENS HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;explains about phone last night ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sanjnaa:HAHAHA! Typical von! Haha! Happy 2010! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zoe: HAPPY NEW WEAR TO U TOO! HAHA! U MISPE LLED IT XD LUVV YAAA its okie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i was thinking mispelled ? ehh?? i did? checks msg again.. nope i didnt 0.0*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on that day.... went out to sutera mall and tesco to shop for school stuffs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WAS SERIOUSLY HAVING A BAD MOOD I DUNNO WHY ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;managed to buy a pair of jeans and mummy bought a pair of shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next day saturday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supposed to go karaoke but seems like smtg happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS TIME DADDY HAD A BAD MOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE WAS SO ANGRY HE TOLD MY SIS AND I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY U ALL WANNA EAT WAD THEN EAT WAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST SAY THEN I'LL BRING U GUYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENDED UP TAKING TGI FRIDAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER DINNER WENT TO CS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drinking "cool blog peach red tea" as my sis was buying looking for a comfy pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went back home around 9?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched some korean concert on tv till 12.45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slept and woke up around 10.30  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woked up immediately after hearing some so called "nagging"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ironed my uniform...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the computer WAITED FOR 15 MIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!$%^&amp;amp;*#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOW &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chatting with eddy maple fren =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told him that i can only play maple in november this year cuz of some major exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also told him to keep in  contact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eddy:cuz im charming =P right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;von : == yea yea ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eddy:SAY YES GOD DAMN IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;von : == MAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eddy: you ADMIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;von :??? WAD ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eddy :Good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;von : ............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-7921024949787322193?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7921024949787322193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrows-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/7921024949787322193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/7921024949787322193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrows-school.html' title=''/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-5926607216541020154</id><published>2009-08-11T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:00:42.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays class choir</title><content type='html'>Mondays choir was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;horrid&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to be the conductor but still i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; cuz everyone's like&lt;br /&gt;who is the conductor? when to go up the stage? when to put up the flags?&lt;br /&gt;ugh, no choice then...&lt;br /&gt;i got very nervous and teared (lols)&lt;br /&gt;then there's was form ones modelling&lt;br /&gt;there were so many girls who wored cheong-sam&lt;br /&gt;but SOME of them looked nice...&lt;br /&gt;one even wored &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;KIMONO&lt;/span&gt;(japanese traditional dress) but she pronounced it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;KOMONO&lt;/span&gt;!LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;THEN MORE CAME&lt;br /&gt;WITH "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HANBOK&lt;/span&gt;" ( the korean traditional dress)&lt;br /&gt;BUT they looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;monday just passed like that with bm , moral and maths (just normal)&lt;br /&gt;cik intan asked "why u cut ur hair? alah!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-5926607216541020154?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5926607216541020154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/mondays-class-choir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/5926607216541020154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/5926607216541020154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/mondays-class-choir.html' title='Mondays class choir'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768422675997460267.post-1609073366441709692</id><published>2009-08-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:25:15.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing for class next monday!!</title><content type='html'>Next monday is our class choir!&lt;br /&gt;omg my class is like BAD BAD BAD =(&lt;br /&gt;ISHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;y do we have to sing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people in my class are saying&lt;br /&gt;"haiya no need to sing larh, if wanna sing also simply sing lor. Out of tune also nvm larh!"&lt;br /&gt;i mean like now its not the problem of of out of tune...&lt;br /&gt;now its like so so bad (i don't know how to explain)&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad..&lt;br /&gt;im the conductor?!&lt;br /&gt;gosh i feel so stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mae has to buy the cheapest flag she can find&lt;br /&gt;cuz the money is with her and she's the treasurer&lt;br /&gt;i do pity her cuz she's always the one buying stuff for our class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just REALLY  hope that we can get at LEAST number 3 / 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my wish comes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768422675997460267-1609073366441709692?l=iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1609073366441709692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/singing-for-class-next-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/1609073366441709692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768422675997460267/posts/default/1609073366441709692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscribbleonstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/singing-for-class-next-monday.html' title='Singing for class next monday!!'/><author><name>von</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678885066242489467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7u19CKBNMk/SnuWeeco1fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J2vHXaFAxug/S220/z153921006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
