<?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-277991284925173680</id><updated>2011-11-30T07:10:21.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's simply life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-12027597949220658</id><published>2011-11-30T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:10:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO LIFE NO YOU NO ME</title><content type='html'>Hey GUYS! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juat really feel like blogging bout crappy stuff like i used too!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss the good old days in my secondary school life. &lt;br /&gt;lol it feels like i ended sec life a long time wen its only been a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAn, results. creepy much.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my name gets on the screen&lt;br /&gt;if not imma cry. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;LOL well high expectation lead to high dissapointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;i got no life ppl.&lt;br /&gt;NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;i meant its boring.&lt;br /&gt;yeah freakin boring.&lt;br /&gt;Friends working and all and im alone cos im JOBLESS&lt;br /&gt;and im freakin BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah watever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUMBS SCUMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was random...&lt;br /&gt;can i say that my life has been ten times emptier without you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it is.&lt;br /&gt;Well thnks for walkong out of my life just like that&lt;br /&gt;And stupid me for not running after you.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i did?&lt;br /&gt;Stand thr and watch you slowly walk out my life and try to turn the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is not the first time i saw you walk out.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you would come back.&lt;br /&gt;But not this time.&lt;br /&gt;You just kept on walking.&lt;br /&gt;i cant say whatever because you werent whatever.&lt;br /&gt;You were ever-y-thing.&lt;br /&gt;Until now that is.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you were just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt stab my heart no more.&lt;br /&gt;It never did. (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;because we knew it would never work out.&lt;br /&gt;GAh. just forget.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt even care anyway :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok d0ne with the emo stuff&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i lost mood. :(&lt;br /&gt;well bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-12027597949220658?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/12027597949220658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-life-no-you-no-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/12027597949220658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/12027597949220658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-life-no-you-no-me.html' title='NO LIFE NO YOU NO ME'/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-4348536969215220579</id><published>2011-09-17T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T07:57:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ww1sAaYZF0/TnSyyHtU4mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/L3oSLjLyjTw/s1600/damsay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653340006389178978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ww1sAaYZF0/TnSyyHtU4mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/L3oSLjLyjTw/s400/damsay.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO BLOG RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! miss blogging soo much especially in my lower sec years.&lt;br /&gt;so much of babbling.&lt;br /&gt;so much time:') sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT WAT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLEVELS IN ONE MONTH!! (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;(anw my typing speed now sux cos its been long since i blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everythings ok i guess&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;my chem i need to secure an A1!&lt;br /&gt;esp since my chem teacher thinks i cant do it (sob)&lt;br /&gt;NO! i must not give up!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL PROVE IT TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k next, humanities! keep gettin b3 near a1 or a2 near a1 Wth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1 PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ALL A1!!! (i must be crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY GOOD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my EL like so-so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to do a nararive0 personal recount instead of...&lt;br /&gt;that boring expository essays.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? its so factual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a little colour in ur life.&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna be a part-time author.&lt;br /&gt;(just gotto work on my language)&lt;br /&gt;planning on a story rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, im soooo gonna be the next JK ROWLING, FTW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my malay! GOT TO BUCK UP! Darn&lt;br /&gt;suckish. cos i havent done malay for a VERRRRY long time&lt;br /&gt;sniff. i want a b3 at least :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay...animore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths. no doubt i want an A1.&lt;br /&gt;not saying im conferm ill get it (cos that would be cocky)&lt;br /&gt;im sayin I WANT IT. real bad.&lt;br /&gt;my science, yesh of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwantiwantiwantiwant those sweet victorious A1s.&lt;br /&gt;and i want my name to be on that screen, baby.&lt;br /&gt;oh heaven yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohplsohplsohpls:)&lt;br /&gt;i wanna jump around in happinesss&lt;br /&gt;cry tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;and get my photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ill be like calling my family&lt;br /&gt;shouting thru the phone-&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD! IBU(mom), AYAH(dad), I GOT 7 POINTS!!!" (thats my aim:&amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;YEY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Allah is almighty :)&lt;br /&gt;Syukur Alhamdullilah. (appreciating god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha/im crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;iffah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT! i forgot smth.&lt;br /&gt;i SHIP DAMSAY, PPL &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-4348536969215220579?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4348536969215220579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-just-want-to-blog-right-now-gosh-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4348536969215220579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4348536969215220579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-just-want-to-blog-right-now-gosh-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ww1sAaYZF0/TnSyyHtU4mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/L3oSLjLyjTw/s72-c/damsay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-1950856501357062497</id><published>2011-01-06T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T03:33:56.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my graduation poem/ speech/ wateva (LOL, so fast prepare arrhh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;at last&lt;br /&gt;weve soon to be&lt;br /&gt;going on our own&lt;br /&gt;our own seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;the memories weve shared.&lt;br /&gt;could never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;if only there was a replay button.&lt;br /&gt;then i would replay those memories.&lt;br /&gt;everytime.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i could only replay&lt;br /&gt;them in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday we ll all meet again.&lt;br /&gt;and we smile at those times.&lt;br /&gt;where you and i were so playful&lt;br /&gt;so carefree of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might have grown.&lt;br /&gt;we might have aged.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing that never grows old&lt;br /&gt;is those sweet memories of you and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long my frens&lt;br /&gt;its been a great ride.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish u all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not hang around the past&lt;br /&gt;time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;come on my frens&lt;br /&gt;bright future awaits for you and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tear ive shed to seal this poem.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'( omg idk why the hell i wrote this. not even a poem.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like ive graduated. haha&lt;br /&gt;wens its only starting of year.&lt;br /&gt;but hey. be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna bawl out on graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;bring lots of tissues, guys.&lt;br /&gt;thrs gonna be a pool of tears.&lt;br /&gt;anw. im just being random.&lt;br /&gt;escaping doin hw again.&lt;br /&gt;man y cant my brain be sooooooo SMART???&lt;br /&gt;haha lol.&lt;br /&gt;k la. sorry brain.&lt;br /&gt;you are smart. (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. better continue my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-1950856501357062497?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1950856501357062497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-graduation-poem-speech-wateva-lol-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1950856501357062497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1950856501357062497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-graduation-poem-speech-wateva-lol-so.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-6723522392629774646</id><published>2010-12-29T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T04:56:14.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates: sch's starting in one week and i havent completed my hw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw aside from that.&lt;br /&gt;notin else happened.&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;what a boring life i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this article sumwhere that blogs are not good if they are set to public.&lt;br /&gt;Like mine. O.O&lt;br /&gt;where everybody can see.&lt;br /&gt;esp pedophilles watever. those stupid perverts(stupid ppl with no life) lookin for victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are they no good.&lt;br /&gt;bcos.&lt;br /&gt;ppl usually blog bout their life.&lt;br /&gt;and wen they give out too much.&lt;br /&gt;they fall victim.&lt;br /&gt;i know u guys might say but i never give out my add. my phone no or where i go to sch work bla bla and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be one of u ppl denying giving out any info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is until i stumble upon this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says.&lt;br /&gt;ppl dun realise that wen they blog.&lt;br /&gt;theyre giving out info where they live, their whereabouts and thir sch workplace and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;thats how police sumtimes able to track down crminals online.&lt;br /&gt;and these stupid perverts with no life can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;we ppl nowadays just LOVE to brag about where we go durin our hols.&lt;br /&gt;take pic here and there.&lt;br /&gt;publish here and there.&lt;br /&gt;(bring on the compliments)&lt;br /&gt;so u'll update in advance youre going to lets say Hawaii for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;cmon its like a signal msg to burglars sayin:&lt;br /&gt;Yo my house is empty yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, u might say they dk where u live but then again ud never know who th burglar is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes. just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;im warnin u guys but im still keepin my blog public.&lt;br /&gt;cos im PReety sure nobody reads it. haha&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;u never know.&lt;br /&gt;(U HEAR ME U STUPID PEDO-watever, ONE DAY THE POLICE GONNA CATCH YOU AND PUT YOU ALL IN JAIL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem.sry bout that. anger management issues. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. im endin it here. and keepin it real LOL (as if)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed/&lt;br /&gt;iffah K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile to the world. and you just might find someone smiling you back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( just make sure its not one of those pedophilles. o.o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-6723522392629774646?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6723522392629774646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/updates-schs-starting-in-one-week-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/6723522392629774646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/6723522392629774646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/updates-schs-starting-in-one-week-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-2845244435138174720</id><published>2010-12-07T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:49:16.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had to go to ur profile&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;once i saw it, im back to the road i used to go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i guess there are some crushes you just cant get over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;im gettin thr.&lt;br /&gt;platonic relationships, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough with the trash talk i had just now&lt;br /&gt;and up with updates&lt;br /&gt;Here's what ive been doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* online&lt;br /&gt;* online&lt;br /&gt;* online&lt;br /&gt;* online&lt;br /&gt;* online&lt;br /&gt;and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a schedule aint it?&lt;br /&gt;WELL YEA IM FREAKIN BORED&lt;br /&gt;thr;s nothin to do but rot at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, where did all my freinds go?&lt;br /&gt;idk. prob rottin at home too like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH IM BORED&lt;br /&gt;not to mention hw is a pain to even start let alone complete it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next year..&lt;br /&gt;shit syf...results to olevel malay(damn)...olevels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it&lt;br /&gt;life is so stressful&lt;br /&gt;wish i could escape to a dreamland or smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad&lt;br /&gt;thats y im so addicted to harry potter nowadays&lt;br /&gt;that ive made a short story bout my fav couple:)&lt;br /&gt;LUNA AND NEVILLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The night that day was calm and serene. No disturbances, no noise. Nor were there any death eaters roaming about Hogwarts’ territory. Just the melody of snores and the rhythmic breathing of the students sound asleep. However, not all students were in their bed, snoozing. Looking at his watch, Neville got up from his bed and quickly put on his open-toed shoes along with his school robes over his pink and white striped pyjamas. Softly as well as swiftly, he made his way out of the Gryffindor common room and upstairs to the Clock Tower. He could hardly wait his anticipation of watching the Moonflower that blooms once every 10 years only in midnight. This was one event Neville does not need a Remembrall to remind him of it. He had kept the plant growing at the Clock Tower to prevent any disturbances. Finally he had reached the tower and glanced his watch again. With 15 minutes to spare before the clock strikes midnight, he sat there and decided to enjoy the quiet moment to gaze at the starry night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he lay there, counting the infinite stars above it, he suddenly heard a shuffling behind him. Swiftly, he turned around, his eyebrow furrowed. His heart thumping loudly in his chest. There was silence again and he took it that maybe it had been a mouse or a small harmless creature crawling about. As he was about to resume his gaze to the sky, the shuffling sound came about again, only louder as if it was nearer. Not only that, Neville also heard faint footsteps drawing closer and closer to him. Neville’s eyes darted from left to right, trying to define whose footsteps was it. Neville was already drawing out his wand from under his robes. The footsteps were now loud and clear and Neville could see a shadowy figure coming close. The frightened Gryffindor gulped, awaiting his horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Luna?” The confused young man was very surprised to see his young odd friend who had been the frightening shadowy figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, named Luna, with straggly, dirty blonde hair, was dressed in a unique but somehow a bit bizarre pattern of turquoise-coloured three-headed sheep for a nightdress that had a very geometric cutting. Even her bunny slippers she was wearing were a bit odd, if it was even a bunny. It looked like more like crossbreed between a bunny and crocodile to Neville. The animal had the ears, the cute round eyes and the long whiskers of a bunny but it had a long snout of the crocodile but with only two-buck teeth at the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Luna!” Neville called out her name again but louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd girl, however, did not respond. She walked on past Neville as if she did not see him there. Neville soon found out why she did not respond. Her eyes were close and it appeared that she had been sleep walking all the way from the Ravenclaw common room to up here. Before she could harm herself by wandering somewhere else, he quickly grabbed the sleepwalker by the shoulders and shook her body, attempting to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Luna, Luna…Wake up. Wake up, Luna! Luna Lovegood!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dazed girl finally open her eyes and blinked. Her protuberant silvery grey eyes, stare straight into Neville’s eyes, as though trying to idenitfy who he is or still recovering from her sleeping state. The shy boy grew uncomfortable of this and he shook Luna again making sure she was wide-awake…then again, Luna had never been fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Neville…” She finally voiced out, her voice as dreamy as it had always been. “Is it training session already?(referring to DA)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? No, Luna. You’re…We’re in the clock tower in Hogwarts.You’ve been sleep walking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ The clock tower? Oh my, I heard there are lot of wrackspurts zooming around. They’re invisible, you know. That’s why most people don’t believe they exist. They fly into your ears and make your brain feel funny.” Luna explained, ignoring the fact that she had been sleep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wrack-what? wrack-Burps? Rackferns, you mean?” Neville stutter, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wrackspurts.” Luna corrected him. “Come on, Neville…I don’t want us to get our brains all fuzzy-” Luna said as she grabbed Neville by the hand and began walking towards the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, wait. Luna, I came hear to watch my Moonflower bloom- Oh my gosh! My Moonflower!” Neville frantically break free from Luna’s grip, look at his watch, almost forgetting that it was almost time for the flowers to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frantic boy whirled around just in time, to anticipate the magnificent bloom of this majestic Moonflower. He walked closer to it, his eyes bulging in delight. Luna followed after him, curious to see this ‘Moonflower’ Neville had mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna was confused at first. It was not even a flower, but a tiny boring grey bud, that was about to bloom. Most people would have expected that even when fully bloomed, it would have still turned out an unintersting ugly flower. However, what Luna saw surprised her. The bud begins to unravels each of its petals, glowing brighter than the shining crescent moon and the stars against the dark blue sky. Finally, the last petal was revealed and the flower looked almost 10 times more huge than the teensy weensy bud Luna had saw. Each petal was unique and beautiful in its colours and pattern but all was shimmering with the shiniest glitter you could ever seen. The unique and different design of each petal seemed to potray a fantasy fairytale. Overall, the flower was so beautiful that no words could describe it. Neville and Luna watched this once-in-a-lifetime event with astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It’s sooo beautiful…I’ve never seen quite a flower before” said her soft melodic voice suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the olden times, people said that when you see the bloom of a Moonflower, all your wishes will come true.” Neville informed Luna, without tearing his gaze from the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, really? That’s nice,” said Luna as she began to close her eyes and clasped her hands together, as if making a slient wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, its time of bloom ends and a new life begins for this flower as one by one, slowly, the petal wrapped each other once again. The stunning flower which both of them has seen just a moment before, now forms into the same little dull bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neville heaved a sigh. “Well, it’s over now. But I’m glad I got to watch its bloom-”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neville paused when he face Luna and realised that she still had her eyes closed and palms together, her lips moving up and down quickly as if she was chanting a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Luna, Luna…It’s over. Y-you can stop wishing now.” Neville placed his hand on Luna’s shoulder and shook it gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna blinked her eyes open. Her expression was shock, bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Over? Where did the flower go?” She cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, well you see, Luna, It-it only blooms for a certain time in midnight. And the moonflower only blooms once every 10 years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“10 years? Well, that’s a very long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah it is…the first time I watch its bloom, was with my grandmother when I was about 6 years old.” Neville recalled the memories where he used to sit by the window with his grandmother, waiting for the flower to reveal its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neville had taken care of the flower since he was 4 years old. When he first went to Hogwarts for his first year, he left it at home as he felt it was too fragile and special to bring it with him. Only when he was in his forth year, had he decided he was ready to take care of it himself without his grandmother’s help. However, he did not tell anyone about the special flower. Not even his closest friend, Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This moonflower. It must be very special to you” Luna said dreamily, smiling as she face Neville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? O-Oh…Yes, Very special.” Neville snapped into reality. “It’s been taken care by my family for generations. The flower must have been about a 500 years old by now...”He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A 500 years old. Wow…” She said in a low whisper. Her twinkling eyes that were dazzled by the flower before, now became confused. “It’s funny, isn’t it? Now, it looks like a small timid little bud, awaiting its time to bloom, preparing for the real world and the unknown. Most people would have thought this timid little bud would never be like the other beautiful flowers. But the fact is, while the others flowers bloom and grow bigger, out shadowing this ugly bud; it prepares and waits for the right moment. When its time comes, it becomes the most beautiful and outstanding flower.. And then, it turns into the timid little bud again, as if it is reborn again. And the cycle continues… ” She expressed her view in a way which seemed very poetic and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Wow… I never thought of it that way…” Neville nodded his head slightly, showing a thoughtful expression. “ Anyway, Luna. Thank you, really… It’s quite w-wonderful to have someone, other than Gran, to watch this special occasion with me…I really enjoyed it” Neville blushed as Luna stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I enjoyed it very much too! It’s just too bad, though, that it only blooms for a certain time. And I haven’t even finished wishing yet…” Luna said as a matter of fact. Her lips curled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That must have been a long wishing list!” Neville chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! Of course! It’s very rare that you find a flower that grants your wishes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neville let out a short laugh. He somehow find it quite amusing seeing this odd blonde being so gullible.“ You really believe in all those stuff, Luna?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t?” Luna’s faint eyebrows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neville shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna’s expression changed from hopeful to disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It doesn’t hurt to believe in some things and keep an open mind, Neville.” She wagged a finger at him and said in a very motherly tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you wish for anyway?” Neville asked out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Neville! I can’t tell you my wishes! Hasn’t anybody told you that wishes are meant to be a secret?” Luna smiled, patting Neville’s nose, as she started prancing gracefully towards the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” Neville asked, curious, rubbing his nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because then they won’t come true if I told you, silly boy! I told you that place is infested with wrackspurts! I bet one had zoomed right into your ear and make your brain go all fuzzy!” Luna giggled. Her voice surprisingly high-pitched as she continued prancing down the stairs, leaving Neville standing there alone in the clock tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ But..but…Wrackburps aren’t real!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was it? haha&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;igtg&lt;br /&gt;peace out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffah K&lt;br /&gt;the dreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-2845244435138174720?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2845244435138174720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2845244435138174720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2845244435138174720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-2163533083456132100</id><published>2010-10-17T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:22:09.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Life ia a road that wanna I keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Lani Garver by Carol Plum-Ucci.&lt;br /&gt;Love the book&lt;br /&gt;Love its unpredictability&lt;br /&gt;Love that Lani guy SO DAMN BAD&lt;br /&gt;Hate that the ending got readers questioning the title&lt;br /&gt;Would recommend you guys this book&lt;br /&gt;Would change your lives in some way&lt;br /&gt;It did on me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Gleeing,&lt;br /&gt;Jumping up and down reading the story&lt;br /&gt;Moaning,&lt;br /&gt;Gritting my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;Stamping my feet reading the story&lt;br /&gt;Almost cried at the ending&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. What really happened to him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book got me thinking and believing all kind of bullshit and crap.&lt;br /&gt;"There's this thing called Middle ground.."&lt;br /&gt;Man, Lani's wisdom philosophy crap influencing my brain&lt;br /&gt;Love that guy to the core&lt;br /&gt;Wished he was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ it&lt;br /&gt;cos its worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the end i wanna be standing at the beginning with you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-2163533083456132100?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2163533083456132100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-ia-road-that-wanna-i-keep-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2163533083456132100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2163533083456132100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-ia-road-that-wanna-i-keep-going.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-2570444844246742020</id><published>2010-08-28T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:22:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEAD! tothemax&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;been extra bz wif sch and stuff&lt;br /&gt;2months time ill be having my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OLEVEL MALAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna take it! :'( WAIL~&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.watever. its not the end of the world if i didnt make it or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya. i noe blogs are like soo outdated nowadays&lt;br /&gt;but i was wondering why we didnt have a class blog for 3/7 or smth&lt;br /&gt;to keep things updated&lt;br /&gt;esp. abt the part where&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; we won the RHD performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WOHOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such good memories&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning we were like NO dun wan do NO i hate it NO it SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;and then we were like&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3/7 FTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea~ hope our class becum more bonded.&lt;br /&gt;the class wif only 9 guys and the rest are the female species.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next topic..&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOH!!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; i got his no. peeps~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea~ pretty COOL~&lt;br /&gt;finally :D&lt;br /&gt;hehe almk cant be so obvious&lt;br /&gt;what if he blog hop till my blog??&lt;br /&gt;okok enough x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JAPAN TRIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soooo wanna go!!&lt;br /&gt;but the price i sooo wanna cry!!&lt;br /&gt;cost: 2.5K&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO D':&lt;br /&gt;ask the teach if can subsidise further&lt;br /&gt;she say at most 1.5K&lt;br /&gt;but my dad wants it a $9ook&lt;br /&gt;so most prob i cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i soooo &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wanna see MT FUJI&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;iwannagoiwannagoiwannagooooooooo!!~&lt;br /&gt;and its autumn time were goin!&lt;br /&gt;meaning a great way for autumn fashion!!&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna try autumn  clothes!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;oh well. only time can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i guess i end off here.&lt;br /&gt;all things updated for the last 3/4 months??&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;Iffah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-2570444844246742020?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2570444844246742020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/dead-tothemax-but-who-cares-anw-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2570444844246742020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2570444844246742020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/dead-tothemax-but-who-cares-anw-been.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-7568036263209387792</id><published>2010-06-14T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:30:00.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. im being really random. I made 2 short stories. so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; k, this one is super long. its best read with the song i put in my soundtrack "at the beginning". the sory maybe be a bit confusing though. nvm, im gonna explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. here's the intro, epilouge or watever.&lt;br /&gt;Mae and Jake were like enemies at first, keep fighting, all that. So suddenly Jake knew Mae's biggest secret and he is the only one who knew it. To keep Jake's mouth shut, Mae had to do something. Mae knew Jake like a girl but never really had the confidence to ask her out. So she made a deal with Jake that she'll help him win the heart of the girl of his dreams. (since she's such pro in all these type things) So they go through a couple of tasks and whatever but secretly Throght this, they created a friendship and then deeper (u noe wat it is). So came the final test: Jake had to take Mae out for a date and Mae will grade him to see if he passed or not. (its the part below)_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So..how did i do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm..Let’s see... perfect timing...great gift...romantic date destination...But, it’s still missing something..you know. I mean i would grade you an A but there’s still something, I don’t know. There’s something you got to do to make it a perfect romantic scene like in the movies, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hahah..you mean... like this?” He took out from his pocket to reveal a red rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hahah..Classic..She would like that. I guess you deserve an A+, twinkle toes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hahah. Thanks, Mae. Here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae was surprised for a moment. He was giving the rose to her, literelly.She took the rose and looked at it. She had this strange feeling inside of her as she recieved the rose. Could it be? She thought. All this while Jake and her was just friends, even enemies at first. It all started from a stupid deal that Mae had with him. But now? Mae was unsure of it.&lt;br /&gt;As she looked at Jake, he was gazing back intently at her. It was for a few seconds before they looked away. And suddenly, Mae was sure of it. Both of them were falling for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt awkward. Both of them felt awkward. Mae was biting her lip while Jake was scruffing his hair. Ther was initmate silence for a minute before it was broken when a ringtone played. Jake reached his pocket and took out his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Jess? What’s wrong? You wanna meet me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae looked up. She realised it was Jess, the real reason for all of this that had happened, who had called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright. I’ll be there.” He pressed the red phone button on his switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake looked at Mae who was looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ermm..Jess..she wants to..me-”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, then you can go. We’re done, right? You can now finally ask her for a date now cause you’ve got an A+..”she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay..i’ll call a cab and sent you home” , he offered, pressing the buttons to dial.&lt;br /&gt;“ Nah, it's okay. I can go home by myself..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But..” Jale still insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“it’s alright..i can-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ No, Mae. I cant leave you alone by yourself here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae was taken aback by his choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh...im actually waiting for Ash..She’s coming here to pick me up.” Mae scanned her thoughts for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You sure?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae nodded her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, maybe i could wait with you till Ashely comes..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No! Can’t u stop worrying about me?” She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl, you know.” She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake smiled back. “ Okay”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, go. Jess needs you. Before i’ll grade you a C- for making a girl wait for you this long!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake laughed and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae laughed and smiled. Then she gaze into the open sky. She had to lie to Jake. She didn’t want to be with Jake any longer. If not, She’ll keep falling for him deeper and she know they’re not meant to be. They cannot see each other anymore .This had to be the last day they spent time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I noe its real cheesy. but hey, ppl like this cheesy love stories xD k next one, totally different. a girl being depressed and then she~.....:O oooo~scary&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at the pictures. Her eyes filled with tears. And then she ripped it. She ripped it, one by one, so hard into many bits of pieces and flung them out of her window her window. She felt a moment of satisfaction as if she just let out all her anger by ripping those pictures. But then the emptiness came back and so as the tears. She clenched her wrist and bang against her table, sweeping away all her stationery items onto the floor and let it shatter into a million of pieces like her hopes and dreams. She let out a huge cry and cursed the one person who made her life miserable, who made everything clear that the world is nothing but evil. She only wished that that particular incident, which changed her life forever, never happened. She knew she got no one to blame but her. She had lost everything she ever hoped for. Now, nothing was important. Not even her life. She cupped her face with her hands and isolated herself at a corner. Her tears overflowing as she poured her heart out. The sounds of the endless knocking on the door and shouts to open it kept ringing in her ears. She wanted to zone it all out. The sounds. Her misery. People. Life. She wanted everything to be over. She picked up a broken peice of glass and with a slash or two on each of her wrist, she fell back, gasping for her last breath. Her world turns dark. &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;im not depressed or anything. kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so im done. HOPE U ENJOY IT :D and pls do comment about my stories :P&lt;br /&gt;Iffah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-7568036263209387792?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7568036263209387792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/7568036263209387792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/7568036263209387792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-3074875637053420407</id><published>2010-04-01T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:17:58.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;frum now on&lt;br /&gt;no more posting bout him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;wat shud i post?&lt;br /&gt;a vid?&lt;br /&gt;i guess, nth to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb-K2tXWK4w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb-K2tXWK4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY LURV THIS VID!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;cos im im fifteen ALR PPL!! :D&lt;br /&gt;haha and anw&lt;br /&gt;i like taylor's music vid&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO MAGICAL AND WONDERLAND :D&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ok here's the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;br /&gt;it's the morning of your very first day&lt;br /&gt;you say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;try and stay out of everybody's way&lt;br /&gt;it's your freshman year and you're gonna be here for the next four years in this town&lt;br /&gt;hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;br /&gt;you know i haven't seen you around before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you you're gonna believe them  when you're fifteen feeling like there's nothing to figure out&lt;br /&gt;well count to ten, take it in this is life before you know who you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sit in class next to a redhead named abigail and soon enough you're best friends&lt;br /&gt;laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool we'll be out of here as soon as we can&lt;br /&gt;and then you're on you're very first date and he's got a car and you're feeling like flying&lt;br /&gt;and you're mama s waiting up and you're thinking he's the one&lt;br /&gt;and you're dancing 'round your room when the night ends when the night ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you you're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;when you're fifteen and your first kiss makes your head spin 'round but&lt;br /&gt;in your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;br /&gt;back then i swore i was gonna marry him someday but i realized some bigger dreams of mine and abigal gave everything she has to a boy who changed his mind&lt;br /&gt;we both cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you you're gonna believe them when you're fifteen dont forget to look before you fall&lt;br /&gt;i've found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know who i was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala...lalalalala...lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;your very first day take a deep breath girl&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath as you walk through the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;byess ppl.&lt;br /&gt;rmb me as IK. without the d&lt;br /&gt;and dun forget to smile:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-3074875637053420407?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3074875637053420407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-frum-now-on-no-more-posting-bout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3074875637053420407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3074875637053420407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-frum-now-on-no-more-posting-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-910577663980346458</id><published>2010-03-11T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:14:05.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a bit bored actually&lt;br /&gt;usually this blogging doesnt last long...&lt;br /&gt;only to the extreme extent of boredeness do i then u se this "BLOG"&lt;br /&gt;lol -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, nth happened&lt;br /&gt;i mean no progress btween us :(&lt;br /&gt;i mean yarh, he's busy..so its acceptable larh&lt;br /&gt;haiz... sumtimes i dun even noe wat to do..&lt;br /&gt;i mean should i hold on to him and keep hoping that someday wishful day he might return those feelings?&lt;br /&gt;OR should i give up and move on?&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult to move on...&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see his face, it makes my heart skip a beat/&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i mean if he has another "one", then its okay&lt;br /&gt;but i hope it doesnt come frum one of "us"&lt;br /&gt;cos i'll be really shocked&lt;br /&gt;i mean i noe u cant help ur feelings... but the least is you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;i mean so i get a warning signal/&lt;br /&gt;and shout at you "NO FLIRTING!"&lt;br /&gt;lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr nth to tok about. its likealways him always him&lt;br /&gt;i hope u guys dun read this in detail&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;its Full of RUBBISH&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;wif some kind of twisted emotion&lt;br /&gt;but anw thats wat blogs are for&lt;br /&gt;EXPRESSING ur FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i lazy type&lt;br /&gt;BYeees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(DIK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-910577663980346458?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/910577663980346458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-bit-bored-actually-usually-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/910577663980346458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/910577663980346458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-bit-bored-actually-usually-this.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-4989598436005993442</id><published>2010-03-10T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:00:58.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do you or not like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i keep waiting for a sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes you do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It make my heart jump whenever its on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but it breaks my heart whenever its off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes first. sometimes not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i said hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;u respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but sometimes you seem reluctant to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i hate all these sumtimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cant you just tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So...do you or not like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Or are we just friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Originally by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IK&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If DI asked you out for Valentine's Day, what would you say?&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/277991284925173680-4989598436005993442?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4989598436005993442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-or-not-like-me-i-keep-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4989598436005993442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4989598436005993442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-or-not-like-me-i-keep-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-2695873391799609824</id><published>2010-03-09T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:30:33.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PPL! backy-back&lt;br /&gt;idk wat to post hmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post about hiM?&lt;br /&gt;again?&lt;br /&gt;borin rite?&lt;br /&gt;ermmm&lt;br /&gt;OH maybe i put vid&lt;br /&gt;about a song that keeps playin in my head..&lt;br /&gt;cos of ss lesson&lt;br /&gt;kkK..here it is! enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EM4vblG6BVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EM4vblG6BVQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LYRICS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the news today&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away&lt;br /&gt;How long, how long must we sing this song?&lt;br /&gt;How long? How long?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken bottles under children's feet&lt;br /&gt;Bodies strewn across the dead end streets&lt;br /&gt;But I won't heed the battle call&lt;br /&gt;It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the battle's just begun&lt;br /&gt;There's many lost but tell me who has won&lt;br /&gt;The trench is dug within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, how long must we sing this song?&lt;br /&gt;How long? How long?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight we can be as one&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV reality&lt;br /&gt;And today the millions cry&lt;br /&gt;We eat and drink while tomorrow they die&lt;br /&gt;The real battle just begun to claim the victory Jesus won on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Bloody Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;sundaybloodysundaysundaybloodysunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the&lt;strong&gt; solo guitarist&lt;/strong&gt;! he plays wif passion, dude!&lt;br /&gt;look how the way he moves~ its so freakin COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-2695873391799609824?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2695873391799609824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/ppl-backy-back-idk-wat-to-post-hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2695873391799609824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2695873391799609824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/ppl-backy-back-idk-wat-to-post-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-4952230529538052260</id><published>2010-03-03T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:52:19.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOMz. ppl~&lt;br /&gt;im at cloudy nine&lt;br /&gt;my cloud SO&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;F.HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im sooooo happy~!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart jumping&lt;br /&gt;im smiling so hugely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ESTATIC. ELECTRIFYING.&lt;/span&gt; *faints*&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sumbudy carry me. im feeling weak all over&lt;br /&gt;the good kind of weak:)&lt;br /&gt;only one last thing left&lt;br /&gt;whrs the numbers??&lt;br /&gt;C'mon. y arent u asking me th no.???&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR...SLOW arh u..&lt;br /&gt;make me wanna slap u larh...WAKE UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;*gleaming*&lt;br /&gt;nontheless...IM STILL HAPPY!!!!!!!!&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"get a hold of urself, iffah..."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;faster pls? ure slow&lt;br /&gt;n u always dun make the first move...&lt;br /&gt;n not once u said my name&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur smile is enough:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.K&lt;br /&gt;SMILE PPL!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-4952230529538052260?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4952230529538052260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/boomz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4952230529538052260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4952230529538052260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/boomz.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-8239167671768866130</id><published>2010-02-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:04:19.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah~ supersupersupersuperextrareallydoodlyDEAAAAAAAAAAAAAD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;i wonder ppl still keep reading my blog LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwent thru my blog posts...&lt;br /&gt;WAH~ brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo many about iffah no 1~(if u guys noe anything about it)&lt;br /&gt;grrrr..so many things happen&lt;br /&gt;but not like i used to&lt;br /&gt;cannot even smile!&lt;br /&gt;but now YEAH!~ wave skali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my heart just skipped whenever he smiles at me:D&lt;br /&gt;but cannot be too happy arx&lt;br /&gt;later TAK MENJADI&lt;br /&gt;anw..its like on and off&lt;br /&gt;cos of me arh...im like hiding in my shell, playin safe all the time haiz..&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY! i wanna noe how he feels about me&lt;br /&gt;Just a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Close mate maybe?&lt;br /&gt;OR....(k..i must be dreamingXD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK..STOP!&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel the mood to post the minor exciting things that happen&lt;br /&gt;MALAS~&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 life now is like YEAH~ MOVING TO THE UPPER&lt;br /&gt;we practically seniors~ haha this close!&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;subs SUX..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ihatephysicsihatechemihatehighermalayihateEmathihateAmathihatenglishihateALLofthem&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first its BORING&lt;br /&gt;second its UNUNDERSTANDABLE&lt;br /&gt;like wth??physics??&lt;br /&gt;OMG~ i almost wanna die alr!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SUMBODY PLS HALP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;iregret man&lt;br /&gt;shud have taken BIO\:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..kk&lt;br /&gt;summore wat?? errmmm...&lt;br /&gt;ouh yarh..&lt;br /&gt;got a new BEST BUDD XD&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so funny and sudden~ LOLX...&lt;br /&gt;dun wish to elaborate on it..&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lastly...anyone noe the MEANING OF LIFE??&lt;br /&gt;i mean school&lt;br /&gt;we spent most of our time of our lives thr&lt;br /&gt;sitting and just listening to the teacher&lt;br /&gt;absorbin info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IS THIS REALLY OUR LIVES??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i feel its not living our lives to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;i mean i noe KNOWLEDGE is important&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;we could do it excitingly&lt;br /&gt;travel the world...see how the outside world - they have more knowledge and meaning thant tose STUPID txtbooks we paid for&lt;br /&gt;and schools are like a cheap way of learning&lt;br /&gt;cos u only need to study those written info&lt;br /&gt;but u never really get to see or experience them&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF, rite??&lt;br /&gt;i noe they got practical all that stuff and school journey&lt;br /&gt;BUT its not enough&lt;br /&gt;PPL learn more by DOING&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;sg students focus too much on learning like those stupid equations that we may NEVER use it in life later unless we becum a boring old mathematician-_-&lt;br /&gt;and most of us just go with the flow .. watever things that we're good in we just go and take that subject&lt;br /&gt;WE NEVER REALLY GO FOR WHAT WE REALLY WANT&lt;br /&gt;cos in society this days, they keep scaring the shit out of us by sayin&lt;br /&gt;DO WEL FOR UR MATH ENG SCI&lt;br /&gt;and we focus on this too much we forgot about all those general knowledge&lt;br /&gt;i mean i seriously heck care the news nowadays&lt;br /&gt;ppl in sch dun really musch tok about the new-_-&lt;br /&gt;so u get wad i mean??&lt;br /&gt;i blame MOE for this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i serious;y hope they change the system&lt;br /&gt;like american's system- u see how the edu system is( dun wan elaborate)&lt;br /&gt;OK so...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LIFE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;im like DEBATING&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye ppl!&lt;br /&gt;and rmb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The World is Full Of&lt;/span&gt; SMILES :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so SMILE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IK:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-8239167671768866130?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8239167671768866130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/woah-supersupersupersuperextrareallydoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8239167671768866130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8239167671768866130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/woah-supersupersupersuperextrareallydoo.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-2032380123822007916</id><published>2010-01-01T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:07:36.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im BACKy-BACK!&lt;br /&gt;...to post...and frum the HOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA..Happiee new year btw..&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait till sch reopens!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to see my BESTIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..too many stories to tell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially about my hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'Yeah..cant wait to tell about the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cutiee boy&lt;/span&gt; i met wen on hols!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;HAha!..im like so lazy to post about my hols trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cant wait to tell it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwaes...better get ready to sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;urgh..ni yg malas ni..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 .. tough year..&lt;br /&gt;0 level hml this year..AAAAHH&lt;br /&gt;panic!&lt;br /&gt;no time to play animore!! *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wat??&lt;br /&gt;wen i was on a hol trip..&lt;br /&gt;it was like u leave all ur stress..normal life routines back&lt;br /&gt;and its like you're in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...but all good things must come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;and at one time and another u gotta wake up - (Avatar movie quote) hehe..&lt;br /&gt;all the things that used be in ur life returns to you..&lt;br /&gt;and u realized how much ur real life sucked...&lt;br /&gt;haha..not really sucked but compare to ur dream holiday.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like holidays..but wen it ends..it just sucked..&lt;br /&gt;haiz...and i got to say bye-bye to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cutiee boy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..okaes,,tats it..&lt;br /&gt;HNY..every1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-2032380123822007916?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2032380123822007916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-backy-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2032380123822007916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2032380123822007916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-backy-back.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-6693748028934338830</id><published>2009-10-27T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:36:06.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! PPL!&lt;br /&gt;mE here...&lt;br /&gt;K..now got mood to post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! Dikir Barat is BACK, PPL!!&lt;br /&gt;and we are PERFORMING this Friday!!! WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;fun, fun, funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;YES! iffah no. 1~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;new ppl joined to make bigger group.&lt;br /&gt;new song, new moves...&lt;br /&gt;SHooT, places changed...&lt;br /&gt;prefer last time...&lt;br /&gt;ANW, all OKaes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, Dikir Barat practice...&lt;br /&gt;wear guy baju kurung&lt;br /&gt;Woots~haha klakar sikit&lt;br /&gt;backstage, PANAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;played a New Game liyana created.&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;got one time, played wif yanty, iffah no.1 beside us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;dunno if he watching or not&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, DEBATE..almk&lt;br /&gt;SPOIL...&lt;br /&gt;haha played a prankon Langer&lt;br /&gt;SABO HIM..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha YES YES&lt;br /&gt;GO field ... he ask us to scream..&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so weird&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;SABO SHURA TERUK!&lt;br /&gt;hehe...she had to say "I AM THE HOTTEST GIRL IN THE WORLD!" loudly...XD&lt;br /&gt;kk..thats all&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;br /&gt;Iffah;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A crush over you is hard to get by on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;cos you're owned and i cant get over you&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/277991284925173680-6693748028934338830?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6693748028934338830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-1490767826691400316</id><published>2009-10-23T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:06:24.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO mood to post anitin rite now&lt;br /&gt;maybe another day...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-1490767826691400316?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1490767826691400316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-8019809562148743460</id><published>2009-10-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:47:08.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Longer will i freak out, No longer will i be estatic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos im over you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just drop the subject and dont bring it up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i can bear it no more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But though i said this, like this is the end&lt;br /&gt;i know i wont stop dreaming you again:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Iffah:)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-7425074628487105227</id><published>2009-10-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:38:55.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;wah, im dead tired..&lt;br /&gt;3 days of endless outing and activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day&lt;br /&gt;went causeway arcade wif my old peeps&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;went WM watch novie and Lot 1 for dinner (&amp;amp; took neo-print:P)&lt;br /&gt;At Night, cuz visit, play till past midnight&lt;br /&gt;3rd day (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;went JB and Woodlands to visit family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG im exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;but lol its totally FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie i watched; 500 days of summer.&lt;br /&gt;AWSOME. yes...it was but kinda ermm, u noe wat i mean&lt;br /&gt;took neo-print at lot 1&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUS. first time wif friends..:P&lt;br /&gt;my money all flew away&lt;br /&gt;on ARCADE at causeway and MOVIE and DINNER at pizza hut and NEO-PRINT&lt;br /&gt;WOW! habis duitku semue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the 2nd day, friday&lt;br /&gt;Movie: 500 days of Summer.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME! great movie rated it 5 :) but ermm...it was a bit..you noe wat i mean&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at pizza hut at lot 1;) took this long to decide HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Neo-print. 1 word BESTEST!!&lt;br /&gt;so funny and GREAT! ACC!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back home, cuz there.&lt;br /&gt;PLAY XBOX, i rock at KUNG FU CHAOS!! WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;ULTIMATE WINNER two times in a row!!!!&lt;br /&gt;chatted on msn wif another cuz, kacau kacau on webcam&lt;br /&gt;dunno why suddenly created NOOB club...&lt;br /&gt;cos i think my cuz keeps calling us NOOB, lol&lt;br /&gt;OMG, liyana im becoming more like you XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day, saturday&lt;br /&gt;went JB&lt;br /&gt;OMG JAM like HELL&lt;br /&gt;2 hours stuck at johor linkway&lt;br /&gt;cant feell air con! PANAS LIKE HELL!! Panas TERIK DOK!!&lt;br /&gt;i was complaining all thru the way..finally they got me to shut up -__-&lt;br /&gt;ANW, reached my dad's fren house, wah so cool designers house LOL&lt;br /&gt;got horror movie warched for a while..&lt;br /&gt;wah bulu roma sume naik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, then went our relatives house&lt;br /&gt;my dad sesat..typical...&lt;br /&gt;got my uncle sent us here..&lt;br /&gt;OK, played wif our cuz...there&lt;br /&gt;THEN, go back s'pore...to my another cuz house...at WOODLANDS&lt;br /&gt;on com and PS2&lt;br /&gt;then yah till 11. 40 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW i was trying to watch THE CHORUS french movie that we got watch during music&lt;br /&gt;too bad no english subs&lt;br /&gt;guess have to rent the dvd&lt;br /&gt;k..i guess its just that&lt;br /&gt;Iffah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guess i already knew it&lt;br /&gt;that we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You have me dreaming for a while there&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up to find me back in painful reality&lt;br /&gt;Like i said...Lets Just Be Friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-7425074628487105227?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7425074628487105227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-wah-im-dead-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/7425074628487105227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/7425074628487105227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-wah-im-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-661379795871654020</id><published>2009-10-15T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:47:53.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WOOTS!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This calls for a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Celebration time, C'mon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hAha! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! finally its like been 4eva since i used the com&lt;br /&gt;and now im back posting:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sLaCk,(thats what i do BEST;P) have FuN and just go WILD!!&lt;br /&gt;lol...ok not that wild...&lt;br /&gt;gonna have sum fun activities this holidays&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, about my exams...&lt;br /&gt;all my papers oklah&lt;br /&gt;scared i cant get top 40. wanna choose double science :) physics+chem&lt;br /&gt;aww. next year Canggih seperated. :(&lt;br /&gt;so sad. anw i think we shud all be in the same HML class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...unless i decided to drop HML. (considering..nt sure see results)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! just now went arcade at causeway wif my ex-peeps. Amelia, Norita And Namira.&lt;br /&gt;Namirah said she want DE-sTrEsSeD herself&lt;br /&gt;haha, FUN! we boroskan our money!&lt;br /&gt;Played guitar hero and other things too.&lt;br /&gt;MAN, i suck at guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;its like my fingers on my left hand cant coordinate with right fingers,&lt;br /&gt;lol. really, i suck at this kind of games, prob all games.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;i think its just this.&lt;br /&gt;hehe...  nite ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iffah:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i realise you could be my friend i get excited for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, a friend. That's all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But youre the kind that makes me hyper:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-661379795871654020?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/661379795871654020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/woots-this-calls-for-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/661379795871654020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/661379795871654020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/woots-this-calls-for-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-7810389467614668828</id><published>2009-09-25T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:18:27.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~hi...&lt;br /&gt;wah, im exausted from yesterday's Hari Raya wif friends, the 7 of us(hafidz didnt cum)&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat time we go home.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 11.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat time i reached home.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 12. 50 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad sent all of them home cos its the dead of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. i really cant believe it. First time, go H.R. wif frenz this LATE!&lt;br /&gt;Sore feet from wearing high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we had real FUN. i mean they~ keep saboing me and irfan, shura and iskandar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;OMG.kene teruk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of posting the pics here...&lt;br /&gt;but All pics wif iskandar, cos he brought camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, such a coincedence we ran into so many of our unity frenz that jalan raye juga&lt;br /&gt;Haha. wen we going first house, saw the sec 3s. saw them at the MRT. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Then 2nd time, at night about 1o+ pm, we saw our sec 2 friends at Yew Tee after goin syaf's house.&lt;br /&gt;They say goin home, FINISH. WE. still got one more house to go.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, at sembawang goin liyana's house, saw another group of sec 3s.&lt;br /&gt;saw familiar faces. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so funny cos azfar terus nampak shura, say ADI, ADI! LOL XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They goin home also,FINISH. that time about 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;We leave about 11. 30. yarh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;but happiee~ cos really have fun, cant stop laughing even though they make fun of us and also bcos of Iffah no.1, YEY!! Z*gleeing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. cant really sleep well eventhough tired cos im having &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the jalan raye. hehe so fun&lt;br /&gt;1st time liyana boleh ikut raye, YEY!&lt;br /&gt;next year i not wearing high heels. too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;me and shura and syaf was like so sore walking cos we wear high heels.&lt;br /&gt;Especially shura. she had a tight front, really, really painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lol. GO pegi mintak iskandar dokong. LOLs XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okok dont bully them. cos i also one of the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so yarh thats all. until the EYE finish, i guess. ;P&lt;br /&gt;Iffah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel hyper whenever i see you eventhough all the energy's drained out of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like you're the juice that keeps me going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-7810389467614668828?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7810389467614668828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/7810389467614668828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/7810389467614668828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-8896166263120108593</id><published>2009-09-18T06:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:06:21.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, im back!&lt;br /&gt;im almost done. just gotta add links.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays my mum doesnt let me use the com. She say EXAM must study.&lt;br /&gt;this one also i had to hide-hide, ask my dad for permission instead.&lt;br /&gt;he let me, so..i happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, my lifes kinda fun right now&lt;br /&gt;schools fun, rite now:D&lt;br /&gt;our class being rebellious..hehe&lt;br /&gt;Joking-Joking, Play-PLay&lt;br /&gt;but hey, we were never self-centred&lt;br /&gt;we were not focused during some class&lt;br /&gt;but self-centered, NO.&lt;br /&gt;i say this. I stand up for my class.&lt;br /&gt;cos i noe.&lt;br /&gt;Sure our class Noisy Rowdy but never have we been THAT self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;and hey, we re TEENS.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, we make jokes..u teachers enjoy it too rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. im not getting uptight bout this.&lt;br /&gt;Just u noe, i keep hearing stuff...bout our class. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear things up.&lt;br /&gt;But i agree our class i a bit TOO rebellious,.&lt;br /&gt;hehe... the day wen Mr Sony come, is it?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. but i like him, he CRACKS me up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, this may be the last time i using the com.&lt;br /&gt;so guys, if i havent add ur links, sry... hadnt had much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaes, so this is it. Gd nite:)&lt;br /&gt;Iffah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep reminding myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dont look, dont LOOK! Dont even dare peek a look "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, temptation Kills...so does addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-8896166263120108593?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8896166263120108593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-im-back-im-almost-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8896166263120108593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8896166263120108593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-im-back-im-almost-done.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-4199146358302584048</id><published>2009-09-15T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:41:59.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANTAINENCE...sorry</title><content type='html'>i am back updating my blog again!&lt;br /&gt;been a long time..&lt;br /&gt;i break free at last.&lt;br /&gt;it feels good posting on my blog&lt;br /&gt;like my new skin?&lt;br /&gt;nothing big so far&lt;br /&gt;my life's the same&lt;br /&gt;HARI RAYE cumin'&lt;br /&gt;yes LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;hope we'll be performing for dikir barat&lt;br /&gt;no updates so far&lt;br /&gt;thats all, yarh&lt;br /&gt;iffah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i seriously gotta stop looking outside the window.&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppl here are gettin hints,&lt;/em&gt; lol. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-4199146358302584048?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4199146358302584048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/mantainencesorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4199146358302584048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4199146358302584048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/mantainencesorry.html' title='MANTAINENCE...sorry'/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-6426196309303867992</id><published>2009-05-04T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:12:11.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent been posting for quite a while...&lt;br /&gt;anw...posting recent updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF~silver. wohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw...im now crazy about HP...HARRY POTTER..&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO! gonna POST videos about couples in HP..&lt;em&gt;BETTER watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tak tengok rugi....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Draco and Hermione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lOBO85fid4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lOBO85fid4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cedric and Hermione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/odPdN-AGuJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/odPdN-AGuJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ron and Hermione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8E_zbcePvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8E_zbcePvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 fav couples!!! Which one couples do you guys like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All videos are created by Corrnelia. Her Videos are JUST AWSOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-6426196309303867992?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6426196309303867992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-been-posting-for-quite-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/6426196309303867992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/6426196309303867992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-been-posting-for-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-2577525397946427683</id><published>2009-04-15T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:14:15.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harlo....&lt;br /&gt;Days to SYF: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very CLOSE, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it seems so relax and calm and to think that SYF is only a one digit number of days...&lt;br /&gt;SAD...i feel SAD...its going to be my last performance for choir and we're doing it BADLY so FAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...c'mon...WHAT THE HELL is WRONG with US???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its frustrating...i SERIOUSLY pity &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i know how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;I totally UNDERSTAND why he's giving up on us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIT&lt;/em&gt;. We're a bunch of hopeless singers still trying to find the instruction manual when everybody's done with it. &lt;em&gt;'GROAN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD.FRUSTRATING.STRESSED.WTF-Kinda-Emotion.&lt;em&gt;Going Insane&lt;/em&gt; (better change th blogskin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im feeling the blues. but still life goes on. And then you DIE. this part SUCKS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-2577525397946427683?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2577525397946427683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/harlo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2577525397946427683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/2577525397946427683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/harlo.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-1466908034065119609</id><published>2009-04-12T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:25:39.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES!! finally i have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;just want to post some recent updates OR ONE happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday SAT practice was BAD.    BAD BAD BAD. REALLY BAD. WORST OF THE WORST.&lt;br /&gt;(notice that it was so bad that the words are all caps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it. WTF&lt;br /&gt;he's giving HOPE on us.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. PLS  DUN DO THIS TO US! im BEGGING u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...HOW?? is it really bad when we SANG?&lt;br /&gt;AWW COME ON....we know we were BAD. but we SERIOUSLY CANT HELP IT.&lt;br /&gt;i JUST dunno WHY///it comes NATURALLY...i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a HELL lot of TIME, THINKING and GUTS to STAY ON FOR SYF&lt;br /&gt;and you're giving up ON US! WTF&lt;br /&gt;(sry, use of vulgarities, but not referring to the PERSON, its the MATTER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...MUST WORK SUPER HARD FROM NOW ON&lt;br /&gt;band gettin SILVER. more pressure on us, must not get lower (no offense, really)&lt;br /&gt;MALU SEH if got bronze or COP.&lt;br /&gt;haiz...dunno how&lt;br /&gt;see lah if tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;WALAU eh...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-1466908034065119609?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1466908034065119609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-finally-i-have-time-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1466908034065119609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1466908034065119609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-finally-i-have-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-677204767293123321</id><published>2009-03-23T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:34:27.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew!&lt;br /&gt;At Long Last, i can relax and on the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i've been busy... with... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;y' know, school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's choir practice was...better than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;i thought he'll be scolding us for the saturday FLOP.&lt;br /&gt;ya.. we flop on saturday exchange.&lt;br /&gt;SO MALU SEH!&lt;br /&gt;but better then last year's.&lt;br /&gt;he's becoming NICER and NICER.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why.. got one time while singing...he kept staring at me...smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... i tot he asking me to smile...so I DID...AT HIM. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw...so cant wait to go JAKARTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHem...i mean... Yogyakarta (actual spelling)&lt;br /&gt;Already planning what clothes to wear...&lt;br /&gt;'Yeeeee!' so HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;SRY...being INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine how the room will be like...&lt;br /&gt;hope it's a HOTEL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No..it'll BETTER BE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i paid a TOTAL of $ 900 for this trip...&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Anw...i'll think i get a shut eye now...&lt;br /&gt;*Yawning* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well...that's simply life&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-677204767293123321?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/677204767293123321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/phew-at-long-last-i-can-relax-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/677204767293123321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/677204767293123321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/phew-at-long-last-i-can-relax-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-3867004467069934404</id><published>2009-03-18T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:16:05.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/ScDGEjxeEiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e3-a86MNsqI/s1600-h/DSC00280+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314465341921694242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/ScDGEjxeEiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e3-a86MNsqI/s400/DSC00280+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canggih, EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;just so you know the yellow thinigi that i doodle is our symbol&lt;br /&gt;Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was BBQ night with the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;And at first i was like no mood to go&lt;br /&gt;cos jus came back from choir practice(which took till 7.30PM)&lt;br /&gt;i didnt eat much..though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they ask play games.&lt;br /&gt;Wah..lagi i lazy...and malu cos i sec 2 mah.&lt;br /&gt;then found out got 2 sec 3 students, so play lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why at the last we all get so enthu.&lt;br /&gt;Got the sec 3 guy (4get the name) was like so into the game.&lt;br /&gt;Last game was like take a rubberband and go thru ur body.&lt;br /&gt;i was like jumping up and down then got paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group won. got a PINK notebook. my FAV colour.&lt;br /&gt;then, played concentration. wah we were like laughing hyrestically at ourselves reaction to concentrate and saboeing ppl.&lt;br /&gt;then, got too loud \. the adults was like 'shhing' us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, we played was blind mice and balance catching.&lt;br /&gt;wah..havent played that game since i was like p4. 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;we sabo ppl summore.the same people.&lt;br /&gt;got one we played blind mice.&lt;br /&gt;and we sabo this guy by leaving him alone to search us(eyes closed) and we all ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. his reaction was like so HILARIOUS. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went back home. was laughing with my sis on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;BTW..i was surprised how my neighbours changed.&lt;br /&gt;They all grew tall EXCEPT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;how LONG does it take for me to GROW??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;em&gt;that-simply-life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-3867004467069934404?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3867004467069934404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/canggih-everyone-lol-just-so-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3867004467069934404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3867004467069934404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/canggih-everyone-lol-just-so-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/ScDGEjxeEiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e3-a86MNsqI/s72-c/DSC00280+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-5738413439170440351</id><published>2009-03-14T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:05:52.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Im not gonna write you a love song  cos you ask for it, cos you need one...you see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate being pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to do this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally not writing you a love song for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i certainly do NOT care. 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir is OK.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to go a little bit soft on me. i think.&lt;br /&gt;Cos of the other day... yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the reflection...i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I think he'll be mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did physical training at choir.&lt;br /&gt;Quite Fun.&lt;br /&gt;And funny, if u heard how we sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculate the hours again.&lt;br /&gt;53 hours of ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. u shld know what i meant by 'ordeal'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy. Insane. Maniac&lt;br /&gt;Well...as you can see the BIG heading on top.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait till the 52 hours are OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. ~IM FREE~*lifts up  both hands*&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. im being insane...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can't wait till JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;Going Jakarta. &lt;em&gt;Sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll be bunking with Yanty and Liyana.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking what clothes to bring.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, im glad everyone in the 2hml is going.&lt;br /&gt;Bonding time. LOL&lt;br /&gt;*pls,dun think dirty...or is it just ME?&lt;br /&gt;oops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-5738413439170440351?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5738413439170440351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-gonna-write-you-love-song-cos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/5738413439170440351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/5738413439170440351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-gonna-write-you-love-song-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-1498159421379246811</id><published>2009-03-10T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:35:44.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mjlfoundation.org/stressed-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://www.mjlfoundation.org/stressed-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried.&lt;br /&gt;i broke down.&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to ... STAY ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole day and night ive been thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now, I just want to think through SYF and then NO MORE. That's it, GUYS... 21st April will be the last day im performing with you guys. I cant wait for this day but yet i dreaded it.&lt;br /&gt;I really tot i was leaving before SYF but now i just want to say..OK lets do it for the CCA points!&lt;br /&gt;selfish..i noe but that's how i stop myself breaking down every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i dunno why i feel like crying whenever i came to choir. Maybe im starting to have my mood swings. Gr8! at this time all of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday talked with Ms Lee. Told her i wanna quit SO BADLY! but then decided not to. Crammed up all night thinking about that too. Jus wanna say to her i'll go after SYF.&lt;br /&gt;That way everyone's Happy, i hope. I'll get my cca points, we went through SYF together And then i'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month and 10 days=12 practices=&lt;strong&gt;50 hours&lt;/strong&gt;=8 days of 6 hours per day + 1 day with 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im calculative, yes&lt;br /&gt;50 more hours of ordeal then it's over.&lt;br /&gt;that's like 2 whole days with non-stop singing.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. better than waiting in fear for 1 month and 10 days.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;C'mon, iffah. you can do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to gat pep talks for myself to get me motivated until SYF. then im free at last~XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, thx for all the support, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i guess singing's not my kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Miss you'all after SYF!  :)&lt;br /&gt;JiaYo until SYF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-1498159421379246811?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1498159421379246811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1498159421379246811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1498159421379246811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-500052932681703516</id><published>2009-03-04T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:02:06.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E-learning today was much better than yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW&lt;br /&gt;Ok... i was like looking through the wonder girls song in youtube...&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJRoB7aHKeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJRoB7aHKeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierd huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether he's gay.. but i think he is...&lt;br /&gt;There were loads of other vids but i picked the best&lt;br /&gt;i seriously didnt know that there were loads of white ppl that like korean songs and their dance steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey...liyana...maybe if you want to learn how to dance the steps..u shld see his other vids...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-500052932681703516?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-8247081481677538326</id><published>2009-03-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:58:24.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="135" width="145"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCOUBZVDS-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCOUBZVDS-M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="145" height="135"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didicazli feat Sleeq - ImpianKu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-8247081481677538326?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8247081481677538326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/didicazli-feat-sleeq-impianku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8247081481677538326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8247081481677538326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/didicazli-feat-sleeq-impianku.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-1318233859401225525</id><published>2009-02-27T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:06:55.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reward or a just a simple gift?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"i want a guy that's two in one, a duo-function guy...haha. The brains and the brauns"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world, a practice has been cancelled...lala lala lala!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! finally, a late Saturday morning!!&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting it for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw...&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of making a comic strip of zutara...&lt;br /&gt;Should i?&lt;br /&gt;im scared im not able to finish it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this wacked guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyEt0V_ewZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyEt0V_ewZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAkEjhufIkY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAkEjhufIkY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that simply life..wad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-1318233859401225525?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1318233859401225525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/reward-or-just-simple-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1318233859401225525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/1318233859401225525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/reward-or-just-simple-gift.html' title='A reward or a just a simple gift?'/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-3564577954168262992</id><published>2009-02-26T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:02:19.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple easy life</title><content type='html'>A Simple And Easy Life.&lt;br /&gt;That's what i craved for.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, now, im going to stress&lt;br /&gt;which i probably said it so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies are all going "keplank"&lt;br /&gt;My CCA is too stressful.&lt;br /&gt;My personal life is not going well too.&lt;br /&gt;And i am going bogus about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;BOGUS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;MANIAC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to be worse when i show them my math results.&lt;br /&gt;Tution will be next. Great. Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i just want to slack. relax al little...&lt;br /&gt;if too much stress, i'll grow wrinkles and look old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Our Delicios' BAked Macarroni Cheeeeeese&lt;/span&gt; was SUPERB!&lt;br /&gt;Though presentation we lack but The other cookers was craving for our Delicios' BAked Macarroni Cheeeeeese!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we win :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's simply life...wad :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-3564577954168262992?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3564577954168262992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-easy-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3564577954168262992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3564577954168262992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-easy-life.html' title='A simple easy life'/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-326624514717473237</id><published>2009-02-22T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:23:27.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="166" width="166"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5BsUTlHCEU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5BsUTlHCEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="166" height="166"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dedicated to 'Who are you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The art of Love Confession&lt;br /&gt;my style...&lt;br /&gt;i got my idea from the korean drama'Who are you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"The first time we met, you attacked me with your words that felt like stones yet the other saved me from you, as if an angel was given to me. If you are a sane person, who would you choose to trust? Of course, u you'd choose the other guy, rite? But why does my heart feels this way?It's either im not sane or ...it's just you... I don't know why but i feel much safer around you, like i can trust you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"How does your heart feel?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"My heart...it feels confused"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Im not sure why my heart feels closer to you. tsk (short laugh) And why i decided to chose you since the other guy is so much handsome...and kinder...and also rich...and friendlier...and_"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"What? you think i cant be like that? im not handsome enough for you_(realises his mistake and looked away, blushing)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;" What did you just say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;" I said nothi_"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;" Seems like you're jealous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"No im not! tsk! for what? jealous over you? yeah right! A girl like you. im also confused. Why does he like you? What did you do to him? Put a spell on hi_( realises he's going overbroad after looking at her expression)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"(&lt;em&gt;looked as if going to cry but then gather up her courage)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dont you think that was a bit too much?Alright then. Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(turns and walk away) (stop suddenly and turns to him)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And for the record, you're not exactly the ladies-type kind of guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;( said in a teasing way and sticks out her tongue) (turns away)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tsk. why did i fall for such a guy&lt;/strong&gt;?(&lt;em&gt;talking to herself and thens walk away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;" (regretted what he just said) (and keep hitting his head with his fist)u stupid,stupid guy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-326624514717473237?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/326624514717473237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-of-love-confession-my-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/326624514717473237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/326624514717473237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-of-love-confession-my-style.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-8614645197765663755</id><published>2009-02-16T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:16:14.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"im full of confusion now - why couldnt every practice be like this? still...should i let it go??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup, im confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im not sure whether i should stay on or let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously...i was about to let it go but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY HE WAS NICE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY HE DIDNT LOSE HIS COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY HE WAS IN A&lt;strong&gt; VERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;GOOD MOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND TODAY IM&lt;em&gt; CONFUSED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, i made a decision to stay on...for now...or at least after SYF +D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, its only until April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THEN, i can finally be &lt;em&gt;FREE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how i craved for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why? why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had a feeling somehow it was fated for this chosen people to join choir to feel how stressful the real world's gonna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND I AM LOSING IT SO FAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the record, last Sat, i seriously broke down QUIETLY in my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great. now im officially EMO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suffering alone with no one to comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i cant take it knowing that ive cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dunno... i felt like i was like those weakling girls that always cries no matter how small the matter was...like im also such a crybaby that people will be always annoyed...the kind that wasnt tough, too fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i should have a pledge for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, iffah khairani, must not cry over such small matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when being scolded, i must not take it to the heart, but to the lungs, regardless of who it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lately, you know ive been stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mrs Selvan was concerned about my Math thats been going bad and&lt;em&gt;, great,&lt;/em&gt; i have a 'conselling session' with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, maybe i could just babble through the whole time about &lt;em&gt;my stressful cca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somethings here are never fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-8614645197765663755?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8614645197765663755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-full-of-confusion-now-why-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8614645197765663755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8614645197765663755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-full-of-confusion-now-why-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-4048416115462646343</id><published>2009-02-14T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:10:55.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my cca might have make my life miserable&lt;br /&gt;but believing in Zutara gets me through everytime&lt;br /&gt;Zutara Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Ever Stop Believing!&lt;br /&gt;Zutara has NO END!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8j6o1PYy0V8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8j6o1PYy0V8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YT2sSXfvybs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YT2sSXfvybs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i was waterbender then i can tottaly use it on u-noe-hu! heh-heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Believing in Zutara makes u relief from stress!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zutara is my life&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-4048416115462646343?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4048416115462646343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cca-might-have-make-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4048416115462646343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/4048416115462646343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cca-might-have-make-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-5821547101611906420</id><published>2009-02-13T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:24:21.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im so STRESSED wif CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it keeps haunting me again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like theres no end to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after today's choir, i felt like bawling out with my tears all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before practice, comes with the same fear and uncomfortableness then stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During good practice, comes with a relief but sitll the stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During bad practice, comes with the stress and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every good practice ends, comes with a relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every bad practice ends, comes with the regretion and stress then reilef(becos its over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;today, it started quite good and ends bad&lt;/span&gt; (of course it had to do sumtin with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i dunno why he had to be so harsh with his words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i had enough with all this embarassing and stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i havent even reached 14 and the stress is all over me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Should i let it go or should i carry on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my family and friends told me i should let it go BUT HOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its like wasted effort for last year and ive already come this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i still had a long way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wouldnt have felt regretted if he wasnt so fearsome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If it wasnt for the cca points... i would have...__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i cant even be a happy kid now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like im becoming emo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i so wish this would end fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like a person being shot instead of being hanged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...to die of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stress-stress-stress-stress - i HATE this word..&lt;em&gt;of course next to 'a-hem'&lt;/em&gt; (u noe hu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-5821547101611906420?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5821547101611906420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-stressed-wif-choir-it-keeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/5821547101611906420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/5821547101611906420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-stressed-wif-choir-it-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-8221890608204372771</id><published>2009-02-08T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T05:16:23.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRESSED OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;im tottaly stressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...schoolwork, D&amp;amp;T, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;choir, SYF&lt;/span&gt;, bottles recycling...&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Choir&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, practically, choir is making me stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cos i can handle the other things...seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i was in probation...almost cleared out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cos i did sumtin wrong that even&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; i dunno why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;U noe if he(u noe hu) was a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bit patient&lt;/span&gt; and less sterner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i would have enjoyed choir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i mean he can be stern but without the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;shouting&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; embarassing&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;discouraging&lt;/span&gt;, pls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, everytime i come to choir its like a &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt; to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i used to love and enjoy singing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now, its like i have to be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i mean , yeah , i worked hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but that day, i dunno why that sound came out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seriously,I felt like&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; crying but i hold on&lt;/span&gt;, then i realised its kinda &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;For what cry??&lt;/span&gt; that stress was so little...it shows that &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;im really weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SO, i decided to stay on cos if the others can stay on and 'suffer', &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why not me&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and hey, this is just learining how to handle stress...like preparing fo the real world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and if i stay positive, maybe &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i can get through this&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sec 4 choir members...&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i salute to you&lt;/span&gt;..for staying this far and managing time and work and stress with choir and the 'o' levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stress is just in your mind...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have to overcome it and always stay positive..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My motto for managing stress =)&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/277991284925173680-8221890608204372771?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8221890608204372771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/stressed-out-im-tottaly-stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8221890608204372771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/8221890608204372771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/stressed-out-im-tottaly-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-3861043740135461244</id><published>2009-01-29T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:09:39.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/SYF_LC_NLNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v6lBymTCnLY/s1600-h/Zutara__It__s_Too_Late_by_GreenifyME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296654464521678034" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/SYF_LC_NLNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v6lBymTCnLY/s400/Zutara__It__s_Too_Late_by_GreenifyME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My Fav Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting today... unless u find the choir's performance was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae...just wanted to post some pics and vids of ZUTARA...&lt;br /&gt;its okay if u seriously dun like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw..&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/SYF3Pgqy0xI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IorqL4fkWUM/s1600-h/Zutara_____Umbrella___by_musachan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296645745115583250" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/SYF3Pgqy0xI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IorqL4fkWUM/s400/Zutara_____Umbrella___by_musachan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww! so cute.. she water bends for him as an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/SYF33Lu9gRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_DBmxG5kdrc/s1600-h/Avatar___Outtakes_2_by_sora_ko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296646426690683154" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/SYF33Lu9gRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_DBmxG5kdrc/s400/Avatar___Outtakes_2_by_sora_ko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE!! so funny..haha&lt;br /&gt;PS: In the cave, Zuko and Katara was stuck in acave and Katara was about to heal Zuko's scar until that Stupid Bald guy came...AKA: the avatar ..useless avatar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time for vids! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5PBXd"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5PBXd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vid was unable to embbed but i totally love this vid. i bawl my eyes out because of this video. The link's there if u want to watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my faves&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWNbB_ARre4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWNbB_ARre4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-3861043740135461244?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3861043740135461244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fav-pic-hi-guys-nothing-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3861043740135461244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/3861043740135461244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fav-pic-hi-guys-nothing-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_59FSlQqaAUs/SYF_LC_NLNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v6lBymTCnLY/s72-c/Zutara__It__s_Too_Late_by_GreenifyME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277991284925173680.post-6115281937475111552</id><published>2009-01-24T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:20:19.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about what??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ZUTARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i keep doodling ZUTARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;and over the weekend i made a comic strip about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;it's really short... two pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;and took me two days to finish it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;excluding the colouring, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;This few weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;im all about ZUTARA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;cos i juz remembered it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;though the series are over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;and ZUTARA never happened,( Mike and Brya are gonna get it from me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;theres a bunch of ZUTARA fan videos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;sry, this few weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;ive been lazy to post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;cos busy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;of course, busy watching ZUTARA :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ive relinked and my blog is now in maintanence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;thx for visiting my new blog &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277991284925173680-6115281937475111552?l=thats-simply-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6115281937475111552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-sa-ne-about-what-about-zutara-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/6115281937475111552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277991284925173680/posts/default/6115281937475111552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-simply-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-sa-ne-about-what-about-zutara-of.html' title=''/><author><name>IK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06714958653282648202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pEXur_6288/TtOchTmtBiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J3EYLbMGaXY/s1600/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
