<?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-4496646024947176038</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:23:34.177-07:00</updated><category term='you keep interfering.lucky i&apos;m patient.'/><category term='boy'/><category term='you know that i need you badly.'/><category term='lazyness and whatever-ness'/><category term='i love you cause thats the only reason i know.'/><title type='text'>sweeta's online diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-6623843880954318018</id><published>2010-05-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:36:10.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know, i've not been blogging for 1234567years. Well, 'cause i've been creating a new Tumblr account. I won't be updating my blog anymore. Instead, i'll post every single detail of my lifestory(literally), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweeta-epsa.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. It's up to you, if you wanna relink me. But, i'd be really grateful, if you do. Thanks&amp;amp;goodbye, mofos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-6623843880954318018?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6623843880954318018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/6623843880954318018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/6623843880954318018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-gone.html' title='I&apos;m gone'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-742605418600091553</id><published>2010-05-17T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:52:18.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batu yang belum bersalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S_Dy2gcg2xI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bcBm4GHCtNg/s1600/Feat.+Raihanah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S_Dy2gcg2xI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bcBm4GHCtNg/s400/Feat.+Raihanah.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Got this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minahspeak.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minahspeak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. Hell funny, and partly true. Laugh your ass out, reading it, jyeah? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara Sebelum Kahwin... Dan Kemudian, Selepas Kahwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ANGKATKAN BEG&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Come sayang, let me carry the bag for u. Kesian u.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Beg u pun u malas nak bawak. Lain kali takyah bawak beg ar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) TERSUNGKUR BATU&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Sayang, intan payung, you ok tak darling? Bodoh punye batu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Jalan betol-betol la! Buta ke? Mata letak kat mana? Lutut? Batu tu punye besar pun tak nampak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) PAKAI SEXY&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Lawanye u pakai baju ni. Sexy! Mcm nak gigit-gigit you skarang jugak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Ni ape ni, tetek terjojol, nampak longkang! Ngan babat berlipat-lipat! Tak malu ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) MANJA DI PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Manjenye syg I ni. Cium cikit syg! Firm nye pipi u!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Oi! Org tengok ah! Tunggu balik rumah bole tak? Tak tahu malu ke orang tengok??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) KEMPUNAN&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "U nak makan Burger Ramly? Ok, jap I fikir kat mana ada pasar malam. I gi cari, I belikan eh syg.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Burger McDonald pun sama per! Jangan cerewet ah! Makan je, taknak sudah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) KECANTIKAN&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Cantik nyer u hari ni.. Eyeshadow u lawa la! Berseri-seri muka u!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Ape ni make up macam tepung gomak? Wayang pekji pn kalah tau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) KEKAYAAN&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "U takde banyak duit pun, I tetap sayang u. Kekayaan tak menjanjikan kebahagiaan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Tu la, dulu taknak blajar betul-betul.. Skarang baru nak menyesal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) SEX&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Kalau kita kahwin, hari-hari I nak main dgn u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Eh, I penat tau! Ingat I robot ke? Gatal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) KESABARAN&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Dahlah syg, jgn merajuk. Sorry eh syg. Memang salah I. Jgn merajuk lagi ye syg.. I mintak maaf. Maafkan i eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Salah u, u nk suruh I ckp sorry? Banyak cantik muka u! Dah buat salah taknak mengaku. Tau nak merajuk jer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) MASAKAN&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Sedapnye u masak.." (Walaupun tak sedap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Mak u tak ajar masak ke? Ni Nasi Lemak ke nasi basi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) DUIT NO PROBLEM&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Sayang, kite makan dekat restaurant mahal tu eh? Mahal sikit takpe lah, skali skale.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Mak oi! Peh mahal! Dah la! Mee goreng mamak lagi sdap. Tak mau ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) LUV PEGI LUV BALIK&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Bye syg, I luv u too. Muaks! Miss u la syg." (Padahal semalam baru jumpa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Ah, ok bye! Tak boleh lah. Kawan I ade ni! Bye la bye la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) PENGORBANAN&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Takper syg, I tak kisah. I sanggup buat apa sajer untuk u. I fetch you later k?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "U ni, I penat baru balik kerja la. Apa salahnya u balik sendiri. Manja sangat lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) JUMPA LAMBAT&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "Takpe syg. Asalkan u selamat sampai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Takpe la. Dah biasa dah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) BUANG ANGIN&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kahwin: "U kentot eh syg? Hehehehehe! Cute la u ni!" *cubit-cubit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kahwin: "Oi, asal bole kentot je eh!" *pukul-pukul badan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-742605418600091553?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/742605418600091553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/batu-yang-belum-bersalah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/742605418600091553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/742605418600091553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/batu-yang-belum-bersalah.html' title='Batu yang belum bersalah'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S_Dy2gcg2xI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bcBm4GHCtNg/s72-c/Feat.+Raihanah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-3698126141449682440</id><published>2010-05-14T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:13:40.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S-0hn5ms3SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tUOUWh1eFwA/s1600/webcam-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S-0hn5ms3SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tUOUWh1eFwA/s640/webcam-horz.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been great, 'nuff said. And, i loooooooooove♥ my buds! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams're finally here. History&amp;amp;math was on Thursday, history was a killer. Today's English&amp;amp;MT. So far, so good. At this rate i'm going, insya'Allah, i'll ace my tests. Amin ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-3698126141449682440?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3698126141449682440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3698126141449682440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3698126141449682440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-good.html' title='Life&apos;s good'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S-0hn5ms3SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tUOUWh1eFwA/s72-c/webcam-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-5354550732472237901</id><published>2010-05-11T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T03:02:42.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm done trying to be the perfect daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm done trying to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm done trying to cheer others up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm done trying to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm done with trying. I'm done with life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All i really wanna do is break down and cry.&amp;nbsp;But, i can't - i'm all out of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously, FUCK MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-5354550732472237901?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5354550732472237901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5354550732472237901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5354550732472237901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-5903891287181578724</id><published>2010-05-10T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T05:39:46.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Examssssssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Fight and push harder, for what you believe in. You would be surprised, that you're much stronger that you think"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peek-a-boo, i see you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Actually, i really don't feel like updating - lazy+extralazy = you get the picture? But, Azri said i should :/ So, a short post, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's been a week since the breakup. And, Alhamdulillah, i'm coping. I'm finally accepting the truth. Amin! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Exam's starting this Thursday - Maths paper 1 and 'something else', *starts to panic*. To top it of, i lost my notes file(a file where i keep all my notes, for every subject). Allah, how can i be so careless?! Ugh, i hate myself, sometimes :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;@8.37pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know what i said earlier 'bout my notes file being missing. Well, i found it. It was in my sister's school bag -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Feeling so damn bored, right now. All my chat buddies aren't on :/ At least, my sister seem to be 'enjoying' herself - she's singing her heart out. Padehal padehal, suare macam katak panggel hujan. Haiyo~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nevermind, i'll use this time to create my new Tumblr account, jyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Kkay, byeeeee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-5903891287181578724?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5903891287181578724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/examssssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5903891287181578724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5903891287181578724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/examssssssss.html' title='Examssssssss!'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-622097336496206214</id><published>2010-05-08T02:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T02:23:59.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>10922) I still have feelings for my ex, and it hurts me a lot inside. Especially with the fact that i ended it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how ironic can reality get? But, at least it's good to know that i'm not the only one going through this ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-622097336496206214?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/622097336496206214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/ironic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/622097336496206214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/622097336496206214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-189404540996464985</id><published>2010-05-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:29:56.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU DESERVE ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S-QhMRq8rsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HDo0RpV6ZNs/s1600/tumblr_kxxmmndvQ91qa9sh8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S-QhMRq8rsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HDo0RpV6ZNs/s320/tumblr_kxxmmndvQ91qa9sh8o1_500.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It could have been me, if you wanted it to be. I can't change anything, if you don't want it to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, i finally know the reason why. And, i'm trying my best to move on. They say, 'time heals all wounds', right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just hope it won't affect my exams. I think i'll flunk my english and mother tongue paper 1. 'Cause, i kept thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Karma stinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why'd everything have to happen, now? At this crucial timing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-189404540996464985?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/189404540996464985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-deserve-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/189404540996464985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/189404540996464985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-deserve-me.html' title='YOU DESERVE ME!'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S-QhMRq8rsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HDo0RpV6ZNs/s72-c/tumblr_kxxmmndvQ91qa9sh8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-986526405646794276</id><published>2010-05-04T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:18:42.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a sucker for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behaviour. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartaches. Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never let a man know everything. He'll use it against you, later. He is a man; nothing more, nothing less. Never let a man define who you are. Dating is fun, even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr Right. You're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone. And, if a man mistreats you, he'll miss out on a good thing. If he was attracted to you in the 1st place, just know that he's not the only one. They're all watching you, so you have a lot of choices. Make the right one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@Dalilah's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know, i said that i'd be MIA-ing, 'til after MYE. But, i can't stand this feeling anymore - the feeling of bottling up your problems. Yeah, i've told 'em to my listening ears♥, but it still hurts. Y'know that feeling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I've broken up with Zaki. Yeah, that #%&amp;amp;^$%&amp;amp; sweettalker. The ironic thing is, i hate sweettalkers. So, it really is a wonder, how i could've loved you, in the first place. I must be blinded by all your "love letters, pretty lies etc". I must be stupid to have thought that you're THE ONE. The one, different from the rest. Yeah, right. You said, and i quote "that you keep falling in love with me, everyday". What a load of bullshit! And, to top it off, you actually put the blame on me. Maybe, i was the one to ask for a break. But, did you ask yourself, 'why'? You told my friends that you didn't wanna fight back, 'cause, i've made up my mind'. Did it even occur to you, that maybe i made up my mind, 'cause you've made up yours? Guess not. Everything's my fault, even down to the most littlest detail. You'll always find a way to turn the problem upside down, and blame it on me. Must be your talent. Before we were even together, you told me that you were once a player. But, you've changed. Usually, i don't believe it when players say they've "changed". But somehow, i broke my own promise, and went ahead, into this relationship. Only to get a heartache, in return. Guess i'm just a sucker for love, huh? They say 'you choose to get hurt, when you choose to fall in love'. I never quite got what it meant, before. 'Cause, i'll always ask myself, "then, why do you choose to fall in love?". I finally realise that it's nothing that you can control. That&amp;nbsp;feeling.&amp;nbsp;But, is it worth it? When the other half doesn't even care anymore. I just hope that you're just as broken up, as me. You don't even realise that my heart is breaking, as i type this. I feel like i've been punched in the chest, everytime i hear your name/think of you.&amp;nbsp;But, what do you care, right? Wait, you don't.&amp;nbsp;Lastly, i wanna thank you - for making me feel like a useless-miseable-pathetic loser. Thank you, so very much ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know, this post won't do me any good. It won't change what has happened, it won't change the past, it won't change my feelings towars you (yet).&amp;nbsp;But, all i can do, for now, is to pray that i'll get over this heartache, asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-986526405646794276?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/986526405646794276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-just-sucker-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/986526405646794276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/986526405646794276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-just-sucker-for-love.html' title='I&apos;m just a sucker for love'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-2098732711064565604</id><published>2010-04-29T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:43:36.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm gonna be on hiatus, 'til after MYE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Its not like anyone reads my blog, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Miss me, kay? Oh, pray that i'll get 'effing excellent results too, yeah?&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-2098732711064565604?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2098732711064565604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2098732711064565604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2098732711064565604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-4242852223383437026</id><published>2010-04-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:30:25.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A short post will do, aye? Needa rush back to school, for fencing. Allah, i'm late! Hope coach is too :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, today's average. Nothing much to talk 'bout. Just that, i finally got to know who Kamarul admires. Lame, i know. Oh &amp;amp;, i accidentally sliced my thumb, while playing with the scissors. Stupid, right? Don't need to answer that -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-4242852223383437026?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4242852223383437026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-short-post-will-do-aye-needa-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/4242852223383437026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/4242852223383437026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-short-post-will-do-aye-needa-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-2760207505033139225</id><published>2010-04-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:53:55.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need more time, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yellow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Usually, Zah would reply 'blue?'. Then, i'd say 'green?'. Gah, i miss her ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, today's average. Don't wanna elaborate, too lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, the past few days has been hell, seriously. Dad's not talking to me, again. Wonder if he'll break his record, 3months :/ My life's turning from bad-to-worse. I hate going home, everyday. I can't be myself, at home. At school, i'll be the cheerful/hyper-active/happy-go-lucky kindda girl, who's always smiling. But, once i reach home, i'll turn into &lt;s&gt;someone&lt;/s&gt; something i'm not - a bitch(as in, the female dog, not the swear word). Sigh*, only those who's experiencing this/have experienced this, will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry, for being emo (^). Just letting my feelings out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been thinking of switching to Tumblr, again. MAYBE. But, most prolly, it's a yes. After MYE, i guess. Speaking of MYE, the first paper's starting next Friday. Allah, how fast time flies! Needa start mugging already &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-2760207505033139225?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2760207505033139225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2760207505033139225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2760207505033139225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-time.html' title='I need more time, please'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-9096105967090061425</id><published>2010-04-22T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:03:33.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a change, in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S9E-dOkrJjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/69rC3kQ2BIk/s1600/25151_1232495463285_1556104136_495380_7493260_n-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S9E-dOkrJjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/69rC3kQ2BIk/s640/25151_1232495463285_1556104136_495380_7493260_n-horz.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As promised, here're some of the pictures. I've uploaded the rest @facebook. Go check it out, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Had a fight with mummy - she wouldn't allow me to go to Zah's crib. She said, only after MYE. But, i defied, saying/asking 'why adek can go', and stuff liddat. Oh, the usuals. In the end, she allowed, but i'm too lazy to walk, how? Haiya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;School's as always. And, lemme tell you a fugusting incident, kay? After recess, i climbed up the stairs. Since it was a habit since young, i held the railing. Then, i touched something wet/cold/slimy. When i looked, it was saliva :/ Gross much? Ugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To go, or not to go to Zah's crib? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why, oh why am i sucha pig? Damn! Maybe, i should go. Don't wanna upset her, y'know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, bye. I'll update more, via Zah's PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;@5.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just did something stupid, as always; and, Zah said my face was priceless. Wonder how i looked? :/ Saw Zah's cuff(which i told her i wanted, but she bought it first!), DAMN JEALOUS, y'know? Andand, she also showed off her mothertongue compo result(30/50), sooooo happy. Padehal padehal, i'm much better, blueks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ibu wants to talk to me, infront of ayah. How i hate that. Why can't they be much more understanding? Nevermind, like Zah said, be patient for another 10 more years -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-9096105967090061425?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9096105967090061425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-change-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/9096105967090061425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/9096105967090061425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-change-in-life.html' title='I need a change, in life'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S9E-dOkrJjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/69rC3kQ2BIk/s72-c/25151_1232495463285_1556104136_495380_7493260_n-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1537980373248761779</id><published>2010-04-21T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:46:50.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S86-qqM_QHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ptHTHczz6IY/s1600/tumblr_l0ll6fTJBa1qzwyfio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S86-qqM_QHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ptHTHczz6IY/s320/tumblr_l0ll6fTJBa1qzwyfio1_500.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna have a house, by the sea, please. Oh, pretty please ^-^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Busy? Yes. I know, i know; always the same excuse :/ So, an update from Monday, 'til today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I forgot what happened. But, i do remember that there was a last-minute phototaking. I can tell, that the picture's gonna be screwed - my hair was in a mess, and the camera man snapped, when i was in-the-process of smiling(_|_). Cut to the point, my face'll be C.M.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another match - against Northbrooks, 5-3. You guessed it, we lost. Yes, again. Anyway, while ontheway to Bukit Merah, the whole team saw a car abalazed. The fire was damn huge, it seems like the car's gonna explode any moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(^) was awesome, literally. Let's go through, lesson by lesson, yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;English, was boring, as always. Mr Koh talked to himself, while the class either slept/read/talked/replied letters/drew henna etc. Mother Tongue was average, just revised compo. Literature's okay, we didn't do anything. Mee Soto-ed during recess, damn spicy. Sweeta likeeeeey♥ Math was unusually fun. Did Mr Aubrey Koh's work, for the first time. And, i drew a peacesign henna design on my right leg, ankle top&amp;nbsp;^^V&amp;nbsp;Science was boring. Did this graphical thingy, or something. Designed the class tee, with Caralene/HuiShan/Ameerah. It's gonna be cool, i tell ya, 4brains combined. Ahhh, history; it's finally fun. Mr Ho showed us this video. It's a japanese game, you have to pass food to your teammates, via mouth. Sounds easy? Well, the catch is, the food are all alive. Their facial expressions - priceless, muahahah! After school, went to RivervaleMall with Haslam/Rihanah/Zul. Camwhored, pictures'll be uploaded soon, promise. Oh &amp;amp;, i met Zah/Syah. I miss 'em sooooo much, y'know ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Faris pictures, couldn't be uploaded - my hp's being confiscated. Yes, again. I'm sorry, dear readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wanna know something sucky? I just added mummy's coullege(sp?)/my tuition teacher at Facebook. And, she showed my profile to mummy. I think, my mummy knows 'bout Zaki. _|_ me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1537980373248761779?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1537980373248761779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1537980373248761779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1537980373248761779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S86-qqM_QHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ptHTHczz6IY/s72-c/tumblr_l0ll6fTJBa1qzwyfio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-12786059400813169</id><published>2010-04-16T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:36:05.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My nose's been leaking, since forever. Say, last week? Yeah. It's still leaking, now! Ugh, even after i stuck up a tissue up my nose, it still doesn't wanna stop. Annoying much?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today's awesome(only during the competition part). So, a short summary, yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Falling for Romeo-ed during PE. It was taken over, for rehersal - minister visit thingy. Did mummy's birthday card, during Math. Chicken chop-ed for recess. Then, got ready to leave - for competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Warmup, fenced with Alien. In a single bout, i received 4bruises :O We lost - 45-43. Slacked around, while waiting for the rest to end thier event. Hyped up, and started dancing/joking around with Larry&amp;amp;Ameerah. Made a new friend with this 'boy', i don't know his name, heh. Tried Naughty G, and became kindda horny :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isti: *came out of shower*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Wah, mandi tak ajak seyh. Gini ah, kawan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isti: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Laen kali, kalau nak mandi, ajak aku. Kite shower together-gether. Share cubical. So, tak buang-buang air - save environment (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, it tastes disgusting, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Congratulations to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Raymond, Rudy, Lennard &amp;amp; Ernest; 2nd for C div boys Sabre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vanessa, Liyana &amp;amp; Isti; 2nd for C div girls Foil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just got to know from Haslam, that Aidil'll be leaving for Canada, today. Migrating there, infact. I didn't even got to say 'Goodbye'. Last spoke to him on Wednesday, before leaving for competition; i was in a rush. I hardly spoke to him, lately. And, now, he's leaving. For good. I wish, i could rewind time. I'll miss you, Aidil ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-12786059400813169?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/12786059400813169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/12786059400813169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/12786059400813169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1105475371801463889</id><published>2010-04-15T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:38:32.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time after time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know, my blog's been privated for a decade, already. Time's not on my side, lately. I've been busy, with competition. Both floorball, and fencing. In this week itself, theres already been 3. This is gonna be&amp;nbsp;quite a&amp;nbsp;long post. So, read it if you want to, okay?&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Forgot what happened, heh. I've got STM, okaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't wanna elaborate on the lessons part. 'Cause, i forgot everything :/ There's a match against Coral Sec, we lost - 11-0. At least, we tried, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Again, imma skip the lessons part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"It’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think you’re not"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fencing competition, i almost made it into the finals. Almost. Heaven disappointed with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the bus, Faris became our dressup/makeover doll. Tried variety of hairstyles on him. I'll upload the pictures, soon. Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll just summerise the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Started reading a new book - Falling For Romeo. Freaking awesome, so far. Went to the library, for Mother Tongue; the class was locked -,- Wrote down notes, during History. See, imma goodgirl, y'know? I do study, and pay attention in class(wide grin). Roti John-ed, with the usuals. Firman&amp;amp;Kamarul tried a new dish - Fun Choy(sp?). Their expressions were priceless, heh. PW was boring, as always. Had a literature test, during English. Thank Allah, Mr Liang gave us a test. I hate the relief, i miss Mr Chen ): Anyway, completed it in 30mintes, and slept for the next 15. Art, drew a shoe, again. It looks like a fish. I know, massive difference. But, it really does :/ After school, slacked 'til 2.30pm, and walked home with Zaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's another fencing competition, tomorrow - team event. Wish me luck, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1105475371801463889?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1105475371801463889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-after-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1105475371801463889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1105475371801463889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-after-time.html' title='Time after time'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-6697530625218092841</id><published>2010-04-07T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:41:06.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, i know - it's 10.34pm. I'm usually sleeping, at this point of time. But, sis is watching Glee, so i use the laptop lor. Anyway, nothing much to elaborate 'bout 070410. Just that, many people are sad/depressed/upset, today. Luckily, i'm not. Maybe, God made me the cheer-uper, for today's incidents? Okay, lame. And, my cough's getting worse :/&amp;nbsp;I can practically taste the phlegm in my throat, which is super fugusting!&amp;nbsp;There's not much, i wanna say. So, end here, okay? Math test, tomorrow. Wish me luck, aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, i miss Zaki. And, Zah too ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-6697530625218092841?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6697530625218092841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-yes-i-know-its-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/6697530625218092841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/6697530625218092841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-yes-i-know-its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-34200185907751075</id><published>2010-04-06T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T06:28:46.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S7s0HkNr4aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IQkG4GHF1QU/s1600/DSC00231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S7s0HkNr4aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IQkG4GHF1QU/s320/DSC00231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey, hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Zah here, updating for this lazy pantaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heh, bimbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;K, she's eating fries right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And she's revising for her physics test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And, physics sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's what she said, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I agree cause of the complicated thingys you have to memorise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ohh, and, she misses her himbo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muhd Zaki Osman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were otp for like one hour -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kehh, anws, gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss this blonde of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, yeaaaah, hoping to meet her reaaaal soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-34200185907751075?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/34200185907751075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/34200185907751075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/34200185907751075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-hello.html' title='hey, hello.'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S7s0HkNr4aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IQkG4GHF1QU/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-6598926714516893208</id><published>2010-04-02T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:47:24.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much, for my happy ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wazzup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First awesome holiday, i guess. A short post, will do, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanted to go to CompassPoint's library with Zah. Reached there, got to know, it's closed; due to public holiday. Cheapskate! So, went to Mac. Zah studied, while i otp-ed with Zaki. Talked crap, as always. Bought gummies from Minitoons. $4, for 2grams. Cheat my money, hmph! Then, trained home. Shared loads of laughters♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reached home, got pranked by Bibik;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Where's ibuayah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bibik: Not home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *Calls mom*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where're you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom: In the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *Puts down phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bibik: *laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;loaded songs, all the way, 'til now. Gonna hit the sack, now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-6598926714516893208?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6598926714516893208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/6598926714516893208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/6598926714516893208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html' title='So much, for my happy ending'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-8243634590934210311</id><published>2010-04-01T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T02:49:55.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;“Where there is great love, there are great miracles.”&lt;br /&gt;— Willa Cather&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was a fairytale - 010410♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today happens to be April's fool too. Yes, many incidents happened. Wanna know more? Read on, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 30minutes earlier then usual, showered, prepared, walked all the way to Ameerah's house. Met Zaki at the basketball court, and told him that he's been Punk'd. By yours truly, heh :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly/reading period, nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mother tongue&lt;/span&gt;, was unusually quiet. Raihanah and zul majoked with cikgu, 'cause she tegored 'em, yesterday. No offence, but it's (L) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on Mr Ho, during &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;. E1 and E2 switched classes, so as to confuse, both Mr Ho and Mr Zhuo(sp?). Mr Zhuo even belived, when we told him that E1 was at level1. Chih, bodoh ^-^ And, Mr Ho too, played a prank on us;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Besides being the first chief minister, Lee Kuan Yew's also a scientist. He was one of the few asians to go to outer space, to orbit the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Copy down notes*&lt;br /&gt;*5minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Eh class, what i said earlier 'bout Lee Kuan Yew being an astronaut and all, cancel it. It's false. April's Fool!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Walao 'cher, waste my energy, copy everything! -,-/&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Zaki, while walking towards the canteen. Hugged, nothing much. Nasi briyani-ed with the usuals♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around during &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;projectwork&lt;/span&gt;, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept during &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it was that boring &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rt&lt;/span&gt;, was fun. Supposed to continue decorating our shoe, but i tricked Mdm Chia, to letting me slack. Standard, heh ^^V ;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chia: What are you doing here? Go back to your seat, and to your work.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No lah, 'cher. I wanna do at home, i lazy wanna do here. All my materials at home mah. I help you look after your "kedai", can?&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chia: Okay. Look after uh. Make sure, nobody "steals" anything.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right. Who in the right mind, would wanna steal sequins/beads/glitter, and stuff? Hahah, cute lah my t'cher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, slacked in the canteen. Then, walked home with Zaki♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;, Haslam said he wanted to play a prank on me. But, he didn't. Am i lucky, or what? I think, the prank was suppose to involve flour and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss Zaki&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-8243634590934210311?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8243634590934210311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/8243634590934210311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/8243634590934210311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-fairytale.html' title='Today was a fairytale'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1061802261368580580</id><published>2010-03-27T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T04:57:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ritzsya</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S63BtD-cgPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8EN5IbA8KeU/s1600/25071_1352404042540_1004552676_31036410_3954269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453227703721033970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S63BtD-cgPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8EN5IbA8KeU/s400/25071_1352404042540_1004552676_31036410_3954269_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;See the girl above? Yeah, that's my younger sister, Ritzsya. It's her birthday, today. So, how 'bout a short birthday shoutout to her, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 12th BIRTHDAY, adek!&lt;br /&gt;You're finally 12, eh? Naek pangkat, uh? HAHAH :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may you always be in the pink of health &amp;amp; get whatever you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;, goodluck for your PSLE. Must do better than me, kay? I know, you can do it ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, do last long with Muhd Zaki, yeah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not blogging for a few days, is hard. Like, super hard. 'Cause, there's nowhere else to vent my anger/let out my feelings/share my excitement too. Y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm at Caralene's crib, right now. Her house's uber cool lah. But, her room's daaaamn awesome! It's like, something out of some interior design magazine manzxz! And, i'm using Macbook pro to blog ^-^ How awesome is that? C'mon, tell me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just received a call from 77th Street. I think, they've got the bag i wanted. The very last one, i guess. Am i lucky, or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Had parent's-teacher's meeting, just now. Scary, but not bad. Thank you, Mr Liang, for the good comments, heh :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Going to Busu Niza's house, later tonight - to learn, how to download songs into "double iPod". Nevermind, if you don't geddit. Just pretend you do, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I know, this post's very random. Atleast, i updated, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp;, i miss Zah ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1061802261368580580?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1061802261368580580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-ritzsya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1061802261368580580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1061802261368580580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-ritzsya.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ritzsya'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S63BtD-cgPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8EN5IbA8KeU/s72-c/25071_1352404042540_1004552676_31036410_3954269_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-4463245437248662541</id><published>2010-03-24T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:17:26.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Life's fucked up, i'm fucked up. I'm losing everything, i give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll return, only when everything's settled. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-4463245437248662541?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4463245437248662541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucked-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/4463245437248662541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/4463245437248662541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucked-up.html' title='Fucked up'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-7599867124284380192</id><published>2010-03-23T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:16:34.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess, i won't be blogging 'bout the KL trip. Too tired plus lazy plus forgot-everything. Sorry, aye? They say, ' Pictures say a thousand words', right? So, go see them at my facebook. Shooshooshoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;A thing that i haven't forgotten 'bout the trip is, i met Superjunior. They were on their way into the hotel, and we bumped into them, on our way out, from dinner. Coincedental much? But, i don't really listen to them. So, no biggie, yeah? To all those who loves them, be jealous, yeah? HEHEH ^^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, we lost the match to Eastview; 7 - 1. Did you wish me luck, hmmm? Nevermind, there's always next time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;, i miss Zah. Badly. I really need her now, during this period of time. I can't go through this alone. I need my babygirl ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-7599867124284380192?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7599867124284380192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-guess-i-wont-be-blogging-bout-kl-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/7599867124284380192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/7599867124284380192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-guess-i-wont-be-blogging-bout-kl-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-8513759231397557314</id><published>2010-03-21T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T06:59:30.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hello, earthlings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, i'm back. Missed me? Awww, c'mon, don't be shy. I know, you do, heh ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, i'll blog about my trip to KL, some other time, yeah? Time is not on my side, at this moment. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll update soon, i promise. I've saved a draft on it, even (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And, there's gonna be a match against East View, tomorrow. Wish me luck, aye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-8513759231397557314?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8513759231397557314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/8513759231397557314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/8513759231397557314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaaaaaaaack!'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-3188004108892831085</id><published>2010-03-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:55:38.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Kaaay, Zah here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Updating for this blonde of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss her effing much aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;She's not here when i need her the most ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;*Sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Nevermind, she'll be back by this Saturdaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Just hope she's enjoying herself at KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Since she doesn't enjoy being in Singapore -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Okaaaay, nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll talk to her once she's back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Currently chatting with Zaki and apparently, he's missing Sweeta too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah, she got her wish, everyone misses her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hahha, kaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Will update again if i have time(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-3188004108892831085?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3188004108892831085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3188004108892831085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3188004108892831085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1161717901988112667</id><published>2010-03-16T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:25:55.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm at the airport, now. Using the internet, FOC.  Heh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Be back by Sat evening. Miss me, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1161717901988112667?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1161717901988112667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1161717901988112667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1161717901988112667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-130536926533271877</id><published>2010-03-15T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:33:39.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you keep interfering.lucky i&apos;m patient.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><title type='text'>zaki.</title><content type='html'>zaki here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went offline,i went online. heh . sorry sweeta.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like blogging on her blog i just blog lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm better of with you than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;i smile the joy out of me,cause you taught my heart a sense i never knew i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget this sense cause it makes my heart pound softer when i'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;so i want more than friends,can ?&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY,to make you have this feeling,i know it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but i know its worth trying than not trying. so try to love me,can ?&lt;br /&gt;i keep crying like a crybaby but this shows i really cared for you and keep thinking of you. you changed my life. you make me go crazy,just looking at your face. everyone wants you. but i you want more than them. i'm greedy for your love. i can't change you,its your choice. everyone have choices-my choice i chose to stay and keep loving you. i won't stop now.&lt;br /&gt;it's neither us.&lt;br /&gt; so what we been thru together = nothing,i guess. i didn't give up on you. so you should not give up on me too. lets keep moving on together can ? just you and me,like i dream about it. i still love you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,random and extra post. mostly from bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-130536926533271877?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/130536926533271877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/zaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/130536926533271877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/130536926533271877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/zaki.html' title='zaki.'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1466742258638325130</id><published>2010-03-15T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:18:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyone can easily walk away from somebody else. Nobody is forced to stay; we all have choices. The real test is if someone would rather stay with you, even though walking away could be so much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate updating my blog in a hurry, seriously. But, some blonde wanna use it - to find out more 'bout Joe&amp;amp;Demi's current status(KPO much?). So, just a quick one will do, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jyeah, finally finished tweaking my blogskin; 4hours straight. But, it's worth it, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, i'm "camping" at Zah's house, now(if you still haven't guessed who the "blonde" is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Fought with Zaki, again - the usual. And, i made up my mind already; no turning back. So, i'm back to square one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't wanna elaborate much on it, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, wanna watch Vampire Diaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Byeeeeeeee! ^^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1466742258638325130?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1466742258638325130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-done-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1466742258638325130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1466742258638325130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-done-playing.html' title='I&apos;m done playing'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-5732791062918245969</id><published>2010-03-14T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:24:46.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know that i need you badly.'/><title type='text'>BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT HERE,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S5ybRERMz0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/rOhkMTwFuiE/s1600-h/miss+you..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S5ybRERMz0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/rOhkMTwFuiE/s400/miss+you..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448400366717423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know,i miss you. BADLY. meeting you tomorrow. gonna give you a hug.this are the moments where i can't wait to hug you and kiss you on the cheek. even though seeing for awhile it can do amazing stuff. you going tuesday. i know its a few days but you know i can't stop missing you. you're the other half where i need you every where i go. so i have to be patient and wait lorr. PATIENT,HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you,love you sweeta.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-5732791062918245969?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5732791062918245969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-you-are-not-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5732791062918245969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5732791062918245969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-you-are-not-here.html' title='BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT HERE,'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S5ybRERMz0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/rOhkMTwFuiE/s72-c/miss+you..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-9201738870668490883</id><published>2010-03-13T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T06:37:52.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have that device too,but thats not gonna happen right ?&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU TOO,BADLY! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,bye.&lt;br /&gt;love you! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-9201738870668490883?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9201738870668490883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-baby-i-wish-i-could-have-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/9201738870668490883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/9201738870668490883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-baby-i-wish-i-could-have-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1396663828566694543</id><published>2010-03-13T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T05:40:48.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S5uUr7MDZdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GbZoI9_-QLU/s1600-h/tumblr_kz1t4h1Iez1qa17ujo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448111656578278866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S5uUr7MDZdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GbZoI9_-QLU/s400/tumblr_kz1t4h1Iez1qa17ujo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I know, the wordings are too small. So, i'll type out the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via phone;&lt;br /&gt;Girl - I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Okay, i'll be right there, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Device;&lt;br /&gt;"Teleport now; yes or no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Teleporting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - Hi, babe!&lt;br /&gt;Girl - How did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish there is such a device. 'Cause, i miss Zaki, badly ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1396663828566694543?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1396663828566694543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-wordings-are-too-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1396663828566694543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1396663828566694543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-wordings-are-too-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S5uUr7MDZdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GbZoI9_-QLU/s72-c/tumblr_kz1t4h1Iez1qa17ujo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-2407846091718869645</id><published>2010-03-13T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:46:59.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you cause thats the only reason i know.'/><title type='text'>bored,i guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ZAKI HERE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bored.miss sweeta. waiting for her to online or something. woke up at 4pm,not my usually. didn't sleep for two days straight.haha,i'm treating her blog as my blog. .heh. i didn't tell her i gonna update,SO SORRY BABY. heck care lorr!^^V     20 MORE DAYS TILL 01042010. lets countdown people. thats the date where love starts to stand out the most. be mine,okay sweeta ? okay,i feel lame. hah. nvmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay,bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-2407846091718869645?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2407846091718869645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/boredi-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2407846091718869645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2407846091718869645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/boredi-guess.html' title='bored,i guess.'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1043848326797139748</id><published>2010-03-12T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:50:31.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazyness and whatever-ness'/><title type='text'>i'm zaki.</title><content type='html'>hi people.I'M ZAKI. i hacked into her account.STUPID GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that lazy ass,just came back from camp. i think she had fun during the camp except for the size of her camp shirt. she's darker. she misses me,i guess? heh. I MISS HER A LOT. :( she going KL this tuesday till saturday right ? so i'll be here to blog for this shorty.SO GONNA MISS HER! ermm,i think i'm done. heh.&lt;br /&gt;zaki love this cute girl! &lt;3 ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: FORGIVE ME FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1043848326797139748?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1043848326797139748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-zaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1043848326797139748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1043848326797139748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-zaki.html' title='i&apos;m zaki.'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-9130329911717022071</id><published>2010-03-08T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:47:59.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess, i'm just a sucker for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;"You're a failure, when you think you're a failure"&lt;br /&gt;- Low Kay Hwa, A Photogenic Life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguing/quarelling with Zaki, again. A stupid reason, really. Don't know why i even put up with these antics, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading 'A photogenic Life' and 'You Are Here', both by Low Kay Hwa. He's great, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 'bout today, yeah? Nah, nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;We had this fire safety/how to safe a life exercise by the SCDF. Boring ttm, manzxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blank now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update tomorrow, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling fucked up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-9130329911717022071?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9130329911717022071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-guess-im-just-sucker-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/9130329911717022071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/9130329911717022071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-guess-im-just-sucker-for-love.html' title='I guess, i&apos;m just a sucker for love'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-3622554997005196915</id><published>2010-03-05T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:01:47.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean everything to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;“Don’t ever think you’re nothing because somewhere along the line, there’s going to be someone who thinks you’re everything.”&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna change my skin, again. It's kindda dull, don't you think? I'm doing Home Econs, now. Yes, again. It's like, i've got no life manzxz! On the laptop only, HE. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, fifthmarchtwothousandten;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother Tongue&lt;/strong&gt; reading was great. Chit-chatted/gossiped/laughed with The Awesome Ones(♥), throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt; was average. We're starting a new chapter - drama mama. So, Mr Liang asked the class to act out this short skit. But, we did it, without any energy. Andandand, he said it was the worst play, he's ever seen. What'd you expect? A professional one? C'mon, it's the Friday blues :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;, i kindda forgot what we did, heh. I think Mr Ho talked 'bout something that has to do with NS. And, when Mr Ho opened his laptop(it was break time), i saw zaki's picture on his wallpaper. Carelene's immediate reaction was; "Sweeta, i saw Zaki!". Wah, blushed like there's no tomorrow ah. Oh and, i passed my test = 3marks more for my CT ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recess&lt;/strong&gt;, ate nasi ayam, (L). Ontheway back to class, walked with Ka heng(sp?). Raised my hand(Haslam said something funny, i think), and he was like; "Eh Sweeta, your aircon so smelly uh. How many years already, never wash?". Ass you -,- Reached the top floor(i hate the stairs!), looked over the balcony and saw Zaki. My immediate reaction was; "OMG! I saw Zaki!, jumps around*". Idiotic much? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;. Did nothing much, or maybe i forgot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school&lt;/strong&gt;, walked home with Ameerah. *Fastforward*, met her at the bridge to go for floorball. Blahblahblah, it was break time - slacked with Amaryllis, Joni and Ameerahbbyg. I swear, we talked 'bout dirty stuffs; "If it's big, tie it into a ribbon, around your head". Hahahahah! Hell funny, i tell ya. You know, i know eh? ^^ Walked home with Zaki. Didn't talk much. Too tired, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jyeah, i chucked the whole during-school-hours, into a paragraph. So, go squint your eyes, to read it. Heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, i don't think i'll be blogging for the next few days, weeks? Camp, followed by a holiday to KL. So, miss me, yeah? No, don't. I don't want all of my eyelashes to fall (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-3622554997005196915?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3622554997005196915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-ever-think-youre-nothing-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3622554997005196915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3622554997005196915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-ever-think-youre-nothing-because.html' title='You mean everything to me'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-2986023469605441149</id><published>2010-03-04T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:18:57.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just get back up, when they knocked you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S4-B6wqjh-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ffk6jFuc-0Q/s1600-h/tumblr_kyq35n1IcE1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444713321010005986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S4-B6wqjh-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ffk6jFuc-0Q/s400/tumblr_kyq35n1IcE1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I really should be doing my Home Econs, right now. But, i'm hooked on Facebook, Blogger and Tumblr. Nevermind, gimme another 5mintues, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short summary on school, today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Reading period sucked, enough said - the whole class got scolded by Mdm Suriani for eating in class and not cleaning it up, afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Maths was average, replied Caralene's letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Mother Tongue was uber fun, ♥. Went through our holiday homeworks plus joked around with Cikgu Yani, Ameerah and Haslam ^^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Ate Nasi briyani for recess, \m/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;History was kindda interesting - debated with Mr Ho 'bout Maria Hetogh(sp?). Google her, her lifestory's damn sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;English was a bore, fullstop :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Science, went to the dance room to do an experiment on electricity. Andandand, i can practically feel the static, during one of the experiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;After school, waited in the canteen for Haslam and Ameerah. Napped, while Zaki accompanied me. Got interviewed for the jogathon thingy. Homed with Zaki, &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 7minutes already. I'm such a cyberaddict, ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And, a shoutout to Zubair and Hazizi;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking for it, losers. Just don't cry for your mummies, when you've received it, ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, i miss zaki ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Kay, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-2986023469605441149?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2986023469605441149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-get-back-up-when-they-knocked-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2986023469605441149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2986023469605441149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-get-back-up-when-they-knocked-you.html' title='Just get back up, when they knocked you down'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9Z6-DccAQI/S4-B6wqjh-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ffk6jFuc-0Q/s72-c/tumblr_kyq35n1IcE1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-7042147284628017294</id><published>2010-02-26T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:01:31.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Nobody's perfect. Until, you fall in love with them."&lt;br /&gt;-Kate Hudson&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's awesome, i swear. It's one of the best, since 2010 ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up hell early - 4.30am. Showered and blahblahblah. Met Zaki at the bridge, and travelled to Sengkang Riverside Park for the annual GDL jogathon. Played 'Truth or Dare' via 'Scissors, Paper, Stone' - losers kena. And there's this one part where he asked me to wave to a random person. So, i did - to this woman. Her reply was to jeling at me, F her lah! Met Haslam, ontheway there. Gosh, i missed him(i know, we just met yesterday, heh)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Ameerah and Hui Shan during assembly, as usual. During the pledge and national anthem, we kept laughing/gossiping like nobody's business. Sweeta plus Ameerah plus Hui Shan equals craziness, heh. Before the race, we had to do this warm-up aerobics thingy. So, i did. Plus adding in my own funny movements, was feeling daaaaamn hyper mah. Whilst waiting, Ameerah, Hui Shan, Sze Yong and Jia Ying played with this millipede. It's disgusting, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race was 3.5km long, plus the weather was f-ing hot. Imagine the torture! Started out okay, halfway through, felt like dying and going to food heaven. Met Alex, asked him to run with me - thanks so much, i really needed the support. Jogjogjog, met Mr Liang - he was on a bicycle. And, he was like "You okay, or not?". Belom lagi sempat jawab, he cycled off. Think what, not tired is it? Chih! Continued jogging, and i met Jarvis. Idk why, but i told him i wanted to pee;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me - Wah, i want to pee sia. Cannot tahan uh.&lt;br /&gt;Jarvis - Really uh?&lt;br /&gt;Me - DUHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Jarvis - Okay, i give you a solution.&lt;br /&gt;Me - What?!&lt;br /&gt;Jarvis - There's a bush, over there. You go pee. I promise i won't look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF much? The rest just consist of me sprinting. Oh, i came in first for the sec2 girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to library around 3+ with Ameerah, Zaki etc. Took a hell lot of time to search for a single book. And, i catfighted with bbyg for this particular book, hah. Zaki was just standing at one corner, acting cute, listening to my iPod. After that, walked home with Zaki - shared a lot of laughters(♥). And, thanks for sending me home, ayeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know. This is like, the longest post, i've posted, since idk when. So, yeah. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-7042147284628017294?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7042147284628017294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/falling-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/7042147284628017294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/7042147284628017294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/falling-hard.html' title='Falling hard'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-96931817699516157</id><published>2010-02-25T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:01:29.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things break, all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Things break all the time. Days break, waves break, voices break. Promises break, hearts break."&lt;br /&gt;- Jodi Picoult&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the third post, for today. I'm daaaaamn bored, i guess. Oh, my sister just made me laugh; not cry. Didn't know she was capable of that -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Science paper was average. Literature killed me. I was half-awake, while i did the tests. Kept dozing of halfway. And, i left out one question(6marks), didn't complete one(5marks), for literature. It's just the same as commiting suicide. After that was Mother Tongue, nothing much. Just went through compo, i got 29/50. And, that sucked. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, ate with the usual awesome people(♥). Bought mushroom soup. Like, finally i got to devour it. I've been waiting weeks, just to buy it. Recess was over soon, went up to class. Slacked/shouted/ran around like animals in a cage, standard. Heh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;History was a bore. Mr Ho kept going on-and-on 'bout riots and stuffs. Closed my ears, and replied letters. And, i miss my usual sitting arragement - with Ameerah, Caralene and Hui Shan ): GAAAAAAH! It's sooo quiet, sitting with the weirdos around me. English was kindda fun. Mr Chen showed us trailers of 4 different fairytales - Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella. And, i suddenly missed my kindergarden days. Awwwwwww! Science was a free period. So, i slept - enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After school, stayed back, for a short while - waited for Mr Koh to return our maths paper. I scored 14/30. It's like one more mark to passing. One fucking mark, mofo! Went down to the canteen afterwards, met Haslam - 85-ed home with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And, i'm missing someone, right now - Mr Z ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-96931817699516157?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/96931817699516157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-break-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/96931817699516157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/96931817699516157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-break-all-time.html' title='Things break, all the time'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1271150809775042978</id><published>2010-02-25T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:03:25.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;“You know what’s one of most amazing love story? It’s when you two never thought you’d end up to be together. It’s like you were the opposites. But what now? They may say you guys are two different people in two different world, but who would have thought that you will complete each other.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1271150809775042978?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1271150809775042978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-whats-one-of-most-amazing-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1271150809775042978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1271150809775042978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-whats-one-of-most-amazing-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1235888629016811327</id><published>2010-02-25T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:33:32.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;When she stares at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a dummie cause she thinks shes stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;Grab her and dont let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she’s quiet&lt;br /&gt;Ask her whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;Give her your attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;Pull her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;Just hold her and don’t say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;Sneak up and hug her waist from behind &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she’s scared&lt;br /&gt;Protect her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hoodie&lt;br /&gt;Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you&lt;br /&gt;Tease her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;reassure her that everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Back yourself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she loves you&lt;br /&gt;she really does more than you can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands&lt;br /&gt;Hold her’s and play with her fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you;&lt;br /&gt;bump into her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;keep it safe and untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;dont look away until she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says it’s over&lt;br /&gt;she still wants you to be hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, i've read this thousands of times. But this time, it's different - i'm finally thinking of someone when i read it ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1235888629016811327?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1235888629016811327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-she-stares-at-your-mouth-kiss-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1235888629016811327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1235888629016811327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-she-stares-at-your-mouth-kiss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-5174789818900505321</id><published>2010-02-23T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:42:59.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Current mood: fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;My parent's are getting on my nerves, seriously. I'm not gonna elaborate much - it's too personal. Only my dearest'll know 'bout it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today pretty much sucks. Apart from losing my mood thrice, there's a mother tongue paper, early in the morning. It's kindda easy. Insya'Allah, can pass. I did the comprehension first. With 15minutes left, i realised there's still loads more to go. So, chionged(sp?) through. Standard -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was average. Didn't pay attention, 'cause i was busy writing letters. But, they were playing a game. So, no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, slacked at the canteen with Ameerah, Haslam, Caralene, Amaryllis, Zaki and Faris. Caralene and Amaryllis were daaaaaamn bimbotic, heh. And, Amaryllis's the female hulk - hell rough sia! She punched(?) Zaki 'til he hit the wall, i think. And, he didn't fight back(gentleman lah okay, give him some credit ^-^). But, he vented his anger on the toilet door, 'til it broke, yeah. Get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's history and home economics. Don't know a single shit 'bout history. But, here i am, blogging. Fantastic -,- So, wish me luck, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They say death is easy, peaceful. Should i try it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-5174789818900505321?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5174789818900505321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5174789818900505321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/5174789818900505321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-3939732075407135856</id><published>2010-02-18T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:03:08.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Heaven-o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very tired, lately. I swear, i don't even have time to switch on the television. Hell, i don't even have time to watch the news -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; class test, in the morning. I think i'm gonna fail. Again. Wanted to cheat, but my conscience told me not to. See, imma goodgirl okay ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MT&lt;/strong&gt; was fun? Haslam's finally back. YAY! Had to do a short act(?) on the pyramid and why it was built. Boooooooring! And, i cleared my misunderstandings with Mdm Halimah.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have time for&lt;strong&gt; recess&lt;/strong&gt;. Mdm Halimah took up my recess time. BOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History - Science&lt;/strong&gt;, finished reading 'Bite Me'. Hell great, i swear on my teddy bear's butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Imagine that your very much in love with your other half, and you got to know that your mom/dad is getting married to your other half's mom/dad. Sad much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, i can feel her pain. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-3939732075407135856?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3939732075407135856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/heaven-o-ive-been-very-tired-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3939732075407135856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/3939732075407135856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/heaven-o-ive-been-very-tired-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1847990271385791080</id><published>2010-02-15T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:37:40.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Smiling will brighten up your face, laughing will enhance your eyes, and falling in love will change your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;- Zaki&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just changed my blogskin. I know, it looks kindda plain. That's 'cause i'm not done yet, dumbass -,-&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish it up, some other time. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Feezhah's crib. Supposed to be studying, but i'm not. Ni lah, anak dara zaman sekarang. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Paramore's concert. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet Hayley Williams. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them live. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;Any kind soul willing to fulfill these dreams of mine?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1847990271385791080?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1847990271385791080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1847990271385791080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1847990271385791080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1115229733825383598</id><published>2010-02-11T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:21:25.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey, hello (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, i think i just hurt Zah's feelings - 'cause i don't wanna go her house. Tsk, i feel like a bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Anw, CNY celebration was average - nothing interesting. &amp;amp;, i actually overcame my stagefright. BOOMZ(!), or what? ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm kindda lazy to blog, actually. So, i'll do a proper one, soon. Promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;, this blog needs a little change, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;To Zaki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll do whatever it takes, for you to hate me. I won't give up, 'til you move on. I don't want you to wait for me, and miss out on all the joys in your life. That's plain selfish. So, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1115229733825383598?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1115229733825383598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1115229733825383598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1115229733825383598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-4537223708311071319</id><published>2010-02-10T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:45:08.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I RUINED MY LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sorry. Forgive me, please. I want you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-4537223708311071319?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4537223708311071319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-ruined-my-life-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/4537223708311071319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/4537223708311071319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-ruined-my-life-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-954557900715209450</id><published>2010-02-07T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:41:03.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily dose of medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMGEEEEE, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Shoot me, skin me. Do whatever you want - for leaving this blog &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;(days, weeks?). I'm sorry. The couple of days, has been really hectic. Was busy with CCA, remedials &amp;amp; SL stuffs. So, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, i'm too lazy to elaborate on all my personal stuffs. I'll just state the obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life's been great, minus my hp being confiscated part. My day's always the usual routine - going to school with Zaki&amp;amp;Ameerah, classes, home, homework, and sleep. Ohhh, i just got offered to join Floorball(such an honour). So, it just added to my daily load of tiredness. And, because of this, my Friday(s)'ll be taken up. So, i wanna apologise to ♥, if i don't have any time to meet up with you. Truely, i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And, to my bestest bud, Hafeezhah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Congratz, on finding your other half! Just don't repeat my mistakes, and treasure him always. May your relationship lasts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, i'm blank, right now. So, 'til the next entry? I'll try to update, as much as possible. Promise ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-954557900715209450?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/954557900715209450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-dose-of-medicine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/954557900715209450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/954557900715209450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-dose-of-medicine.html' title='Daily dose of medicine'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-912230728510755236</id><published>2010-01-28T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:37:18.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condoms&amp;vibrators</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, hello there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying to transfer songs to my iPod. But, somehow it can't be detacted. Fucktard betol!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, i'm trying to push my sis off the sofa, by pushing her butt. MUAHAHAHA! I'm evil, i know -evil grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's talk about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran all the way to the bridge, to meet Zaki and Ameerah. As usual, i'm late -,- Panted like a mad dog, and they laughed at me(takper, takper). Walked to school. Was hyped up by Meerah, tapi Zaki diam jer. Ape dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, this shoutout's for you(i know you'll read my blog): Laen kali cakap lah. Jangan diam jer ^-^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Mother Tongue was kindda fun. Did groupwork - we had to come up with a short story, using 5pieces of cutout from the magazine. Had to admit that my group's work was the best. DUHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Maths was average. Kept poking Xavier's ribs, nothing to do mah. And, he kept pinching my cheeks -,- Ohhhhh, i'm so loooooooving math. Impossible? Well, nothing's impossible(that's crap).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Recess, ate Chicken Rice. Got to know that "someone" had a dream 'bout me. And, it's not one that i'm gonna blog about. Fuck that asshole!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;English was average too. Didn't do much, just paper work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;History was Boomz(!). Was supposed to discuss 'bout our project. But, ended up discussing 'bout ghosts, condoms&amp;amp;vibrators, and NS. Jonas's hell yellowminded. He kept saying that he wants to rape someone -,- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Science was boring. Did an experiment on refraction. So, we finished early, and Miss Lim told us 'bout her dream(hell funny!). She actually slept in the toilet, on the toilet bowl. HAHAHA! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-912230728510755236?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/912230728510755236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/condoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/912230728510755236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/912230728510755236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/condoms.html' title='Condoms&amp;vibrators'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-2173702099571691343</id><published>2010-01-26T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:53:43.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"The most beautiful things in this world, cannot be seen or heard. But, are felt with the heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hello earthlings(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, today's f-ing boring. It's just lessons and talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So, i'll just do a short summary. 'Cause i don't wanna be late for my religious class, and i don't wanna leave this blog rotting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Morning Run - Damn tiring. And, Mr Liang's attitude's like a teenager(hell, cute).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;MT - Nothing much, just 1 period. And, the whole class was too tired to joke around -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Science - Did an experiment, nothing interesting. Just some things on mirror image and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Recess - Ate with Nabilah. Haslam and the rest had duties equals boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;English - 2periods of boredom, learned 'bout noun and proper nouns(aren't they the same, except for the 'proper', infront?) -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;History - Did self study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Assembly cum PC - f-ing boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So, yeah. That's my day, today. Boring much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-2173702099571691343?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2173702099571691343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-beautiful-things-in-this-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2173702099571691343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/2173702099571691343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-beautiful-things-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1496580681067817831</id><published>2010-01-23T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:41:21.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stand up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"It doesn’t matter how hard you fell. What matters is whether you were able to pick yourself back up or not.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Can life get any suckier? I used to think that the quote - "life sucks, and then you die" - was just a saying. But, my dad proved me wrong. He confiscated my phone, grounded me, and forced me to cut my hair. Yeah, i should be sooooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, just because i have a boyfriend? Be reasonable lahh! It's not like i'm pregnant, or anything. GOD! If i have a boyfriend, so what? At least, i obtain good results. Isn't that what you want? So, why control my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, the past week has been sucky. Daddy got to know, 'bout me and ♥. Now, he ain't talking to me. "He's really mad", that's what my mum said. And, the only way to make him happy, is to get good results. Think what, i robot, is it? Nevermind, like the quote above says; "pick yourself up, when you've fallen". Yes, i can stand up on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1496580681067817831?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1496580681067817831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-stand-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1496580681067817831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1496580681067817831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-stand-up.html' title='Just stand up'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-331332007248955120</id><published>2010-01-19T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:55:21.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To those who gave me presents: Haslam, Hafeezhah, Zubair, Jeevan, Amin, Ameerah, Liyana, Mom&amp;amp;Dad, Ritzsya - thank you guys soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who wished me: Hui Shan, Caralene, Jia Ying, Haris, Ben, Yani, Putri, Siti, Raihanah, Aidil, Rizduan, Asyikin, Rusyaidi, Izzuddin, Hazizi, Izzat, Nabilah, Zaki, Azri etc - thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ you people manymany! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna do a short post 'bout today. 'Cause, daddy's gonna return home any second now, and i need to keep the laptop before he reaches home -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Skipped morning run, 'cause i forgot there is one today. I swear, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;• MT was a bore, just 1period - not much to be done.&lt;br /&gt;• Science, 3freeperiod, Miss Lim was absent(hell, yeah!). Finished the worksheet given, and wrote some history notes. See, i very hardworking, y'know ^-^&lt;br /&gt;• Recess, ate mushroom soup, with the usual kecoh people.&lt;br /&gt;• English, a bore. As always.&lt;br /&gt;•History, joked around with Xavier and Ameerah. Ohhh, i'm HorFun(inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;• Assem cum PC, *speechless*. Fortunately, Izzat was sitting beside me, or i'll get detained for sleeping in class -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Haslam, for pangseh-ing you. We waited for 45mins sia, what'd you expect?&lt;br /&gt;And, i've changed my skin. Again.&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for more tmrw, ayee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-331332007248955120?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/331332007248955120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-those-who-gave-me-presents-haslam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/331332007248955120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/331332007248955120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-those-who-gave-me-presents-haslam.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1900266401462334578</id><published>2010-01-14T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:41:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manisnya cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To dad: 9th January&lt;br /&gt;Happy 43rd Birthday! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i didn't get you the Superman bobblehead, that you wanted. It was out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;But, you'll always be my Superman :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Haslam: 15th January&lt;br /&gt;Happy 14th Birthday! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Dah 14 seyh, HAHAH! Anw, thanks for sticking up for me, all this while. You're always there for me, when i needed you. Always making me smile, when i'm crying. Always making jokes, when i'm down. So, now's my turn. Rmbr, i'll always be there for you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ you both truckloads, always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i've been MIA for a long time, and i'm sorry. I've been hell busy, and mum says that i can only use the laptop on Fridays -,- So, the past few days has been BOOMZ(!). I'm not gonna elborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today's kinda great.&lt;br /&gt;Did SL duty, in the morning. Worked with Meerah, v the kecoh. Laughed non-stop(even while taking The Pledge), gossiped here and there(even teachers became out victims) :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohh, i'm being chased by a "loanshark", for $12. Owe $, pay $ -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Changed seating arragements during Lit, sat with Meerah and Xavier(hell, yeah!). Can't concentrate, laughed throughout the whole lesson with 'em -,- Recess, ate Nasi Ayam. Told the makcik a joke, and she LHAO - hey, i'm born with a funny personality, baahaa. Then petroled the canteen for trouble-makers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then blah blah blah, time to go home. 85-ed home with Haslam, Liyana and Aidil. Haslam was daaaaaamn random, kutok orang tak agak2. HAHAHAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, i'm currently listening to Aliff Aziz - Cinta Arjuna. Hell addictive, go listen. Even the chinese version is too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1900266401462334578?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1900266401462334578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/manisnya-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1900266401462334578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1900266401462334578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/manisnya-cinta.html' title='Manisnya cinta'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496646024947176038.post-1210451856770612581</id><published>2010-01-01T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:41:45.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello twentyten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heeeeellooooooooo twentyten!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey! Yeah, i've switched back to Blogger. 'Cause, Tumblr seems a little boring. No offence to all those Tumblrs, out there. Anyway, i've changed my link, and did my skin. Though, it's a little simple. Deleted all my old posts - new year, new beginning :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, the past year has been great. And, i know that this year'll be even betta ^.^ And, all the best to you, out there. Have a Happy 'rockin New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ear'll be even betta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496646024947176038-1210451856770612581?l=sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1210451856770612581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/heeeeellooooooooo-twentyten-hey-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1210451856770612581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496646024947176038/posts/default/1210451856770612581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeta-withlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/heeeeellooooooooo-twentyten-hey-yeah.html' title='Hello twentyten!'/><author><name>Sweeta;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14347267604505049792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
