<?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-9018303969919121443</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:09:11.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Stars.</title><subtitle type='html'>to see the story,</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-421690810149388118</id><published>2010-09-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:27:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new life.</title><content type='html'>http://abeinwonderland.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-421690810149388118?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/421690810149388118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/421690810149388118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/421690810149388118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-life.html' title='new life.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-3479962212624806693</id><published>2010-08-16T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:21:07.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revived.</title><content type='html'>well, i know i haven't been here for like,&lt;em&gt; forever, &lt;/em&gt;mainly because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really been here.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's time to face the fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far life has just been, &lt;em&gt;Life &lt;/em&gt;i guess, &lt;em&gt;what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; can it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through every trial, ups and downs, you see how people really are. you see how you yourself are too. through times of toughest situation, without the right people, you'll just go down. with people who take that little effort to pull you up and help you along, getting you dressed like a princess for your road ahead, you'll be standing tall once again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, makes no sense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far how has all been?&lt;br /&gt;been catching up with people who i missed i guess.&lt;br /&gt;like just recently, went on the Phone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to call him ages ago about some stuff, but it was being dragged till like, now.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda fun to hear him talk about poly and nursing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was nice to catch up with some others who i know will always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they have to, it's because they take that little effort to help, that's what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not that perfect person you want me to be but face it,&lt;br /&gt;you yourself ain't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, people just expect too much, assume too much, and don't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; i thought you would understand, because i don't have time for everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes, i just want my time to be mine and mine only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-3479962212624806693?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3479962212624806693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/08/revived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3479962212624806693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3479962212624806693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/08/revived.html' title='revived.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-9061492693380490275</id><published>2010-07-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:52:28.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TDFkX9yas6I/AAAAAAAABCc/vH6eseAizEA/s1600/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TDFkX9yas6I/AAAAAAAABCc/vH6eseAizEA/s200/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490279783627142050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop trying,&lt;br /&gt;because i can't keep this up much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-9061492693380490275?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9061492693380490275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9061492693380490275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9061492693380490275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TDFkX9yas6I/AAAAAAAABCc/vH6eseAizEA/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-6714636584655168991</id><published>2010-06-24T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:41:45.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner grouppie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TCMoF5LxG2I/AAAAAAAABCU/POzu8aXad3E/s1600/36694_418776369448_657319448_4221791_7923982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TCMoF5LxG2I/AAAAAAAABCU/POzu8aXad3E/s200/36694_418776369448_657319448_4221791_7923982_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486272852782029666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's one picture, cause i'm lazy to upload the rest -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously like crap, holiday is ending and like i really have no idea on how to freaking do the coursework, okay, i suck, and help is really so hard to find. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-6714636584655168991?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6714636584655168991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner-grouppie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6714636584655168991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6714636584655168991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner-grouppie.html' title='dinner grouppie'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TCMoF5LxG2I/AAAAAAAABCU/POzu8aXad3E/s72-c/36694_418776369448_657319448_4221791_7923982_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5798807332227034468</id><published>2010-06-21T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:54:46.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia.</title><content type='html'>friday,&lt;br /&gt;met up downstairs our place, waited pretty long for my cousins to come, set off and sat with Cheryl in her dadddd's car, all we did was sleep though. haha, then had a stopover, ate Baskin Robbins, something like that, very creative and good flavours! (: then rest of the journey no stopovers, reached holiday inn, checked in, then out for lunch at Aunty Nancy's, YUMYUM. good food, and great company. very funny! uncle Lyold and my dad were actingall childish throwing paper ball at each other. haha! then we went to walk aroung jonker street, bought myself i nice printed tee. then hopped into cosins car to accompany Stelvan! :D then went back to th hotel, went swimminnnnnnnng (: had super loads of fun. then dinner and rest, went down to play pool butwas really tired so went up to sleep first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday,&lt;br /&gt;was woken up by my noisy family, and bother kept kicking me throughout the night -.- breakfast was great, i love breakfast at holiday inn! (: then went shopping, bought loads of clothes and new shades! lunch at macs was super funny, then movie, Karate Kid, really nice! decided to go with the adults for dinner instead of staying with the kids. we went to newton for dinner, great food, and i was the only youngone. they all said i was smart to follow, haha, alotalot of food, and had fun talking to uncle Lyold, aunty Cynthia and aunty Petrina. (: food cannot finish, really super alot! haha, then durian-ed and went back hotel, joined them for a few more games of Pool, went up, bathed, and came down to Pool and play somemore, haha. then went up when the soccer match finished(cause all the dads were watching) and slept,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday,&lt;br /&gt;woke up super early to swim, had super alot of fun! swam for on hour plus, then bathed, went for breakfast, then went to the poolside to celebrate Father's day and brother's birthday. then me and brandon sneaked to the executive club/lounge and internet-ed a while, till it was time to go, then went to baba Charlie's house for nice nyonya kuehs. some of them went back first, left the Changs, Chans, and the Gohs! then went back to shop at dakota! great stuff, bought loads, and watched Toy Story 3 in 3D. super nice, haha. scary monkey though, HAHA. then went to Makko for dinner, nice food as well, and great company, very funny stuff, HAHA. then went home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great trip, enjoyed the time spent there, &lt;3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; stelvan was really cute, he kept looking for me and caling me yiyi(ahyi) hehe, love him ttm!&lt;br /&gt;pictures soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-5798807332227034468?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5798807332227034468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5798807332227034468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5798807332227034468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia.html' title='malaysia.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-2771105901506083873</id><published>2010-06-13T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:26:13.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>find yourself once more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJI6aTsxI/AAAAAAAABCM/ckzJdg6_8Xw/s1600/CIMG0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJI6aTsxI/AAAAAAAABCM/ckzJdg6_8Xw/s200/CIMG0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482509276349182738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJISKHwjI/AAAAAAAABCE/PSv6lb5CuVM/s1600/CIMG0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJISKHwjI/AAAAAAAABCE/PSv6lb5CuVM/s200/CIMG0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482509265543873074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJIP16jBI/AAAAAAAABB8/54-TYba3ecI/s1600/CIMG0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJIP16jBI/AAAAAAAABB8/54-TYba3ecI/s200/CIMG0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482509264922250258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJHawMKaI/AAAAAAAABB0/HjZdxXUTiXg/s1600/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJHawMKaI/AAAAAAAABB0/HjZdxXUTiXg/s200/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482509250671159714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJHHrOHOI/AAAAAAAABBs/M6pA8G2wFdM/s1600/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJHHrOHOI/AAAAAAAABBs/M6pA8G2wFdM/s200/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482509245550042338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my space is dead. oh heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-2771105901506083873?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2771105901506083873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/find-yourself-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2771105901506083873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2771105901506083873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/06/find-yourself-once-more.html' title='find yourself once more.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/TBXJI6aTsxI/AAAAAAAABCM/ckzJdg6_8Xw/s72-c/CIMG0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-859780803947369122</id><published>2010-05-31T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:23:34.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the cell,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;i guess i will take the forty days challange! (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the encouragment and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and simply thanks so much for being there people, i can't tell you much but i'll promise to let you know more real soon. thanks for always being my main supports, love you guys very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-859780803947369122?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/859780803947369122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-cell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/859780803947369122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/859780803947369122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-cell.html' title='for the cell,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-6471144244373776100</id><published>2010-05-31T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:34:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well,</title><content type='html'>shall blog about yesterday first,&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;well, no tution! yay! met up with Cheryl and Daniellleeeeeee. Saw Jerold, and expo was super crowded cause of CHC. like darn loads of people keep asking me if i had a tag, i repeated myself more than ten times -.- With Cheryl and Daniellleee, crapped loads and they sneaked me into hall ten, where we watched the dancers! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ruixiang&lt;/span&gt; was blur, but yeah, she had her reasons but it was fun watching them rehearse. then waited for them to come in. talked much to Raecia as she came in first. she was like, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you were so ****** that day cause of _____?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sure yeah. then the rest came and normal stuff, svcs ended got food. AND, i'm like mad at this heel girl. she tripped and gosh her heel is so thin and high, silhouettes?  obviously it does not give her any balance and she fell she practicall dragged me down with her, pulling my wrists and she hit my stomach, UBER OUCH. srsly, i just like walked off if not i would have like screamed what the hell? had cell. funny. then teen idol camp briefing where we waited patiently for our dear Raecia, haha. then went lunch, like finally had INDAN. then i headed to whitesands to get books and do some stuff. and homed. the rest was boring. OH, but the fridge broke down again, power tripped, some really ugly stuff. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's really nothing much. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm flying off like tonight,&lt;br /&gt;[heartless Raecia won't miss me :( but WEISI will! :D haha]&lt;br /&gt;kinda worries me and stuff, but it's too late to turn back now.&lt;br /&gt;wish me the best! pray for me alrights, hope to have a good time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;,xoxos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-6471144244373776100?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6471144244373776100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6471144244373776100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6471144244373776100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/well.html' title='well,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5093220168848935631</id><published>2010-05-28T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:29:29.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels like a saturday,</title><content type='html'>(this space is dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was alright,&lt;br /&gt;bowling was fun. hoho. quite funny, enjoyed the time spent with everyone! thanks Clarice for stuff (: after that headed to bk's, everyone dumped their fries at me, claiming they were full. LOL. then dad came to pick, to go some chalet place, then home-d.&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda average, went out with parents for their choral gathering thing. Macs for breakfast, super full &lt;: was kinda tired. headed over to the area outside indoor stadium. played some games, awkward, haha. me Cheryl and my bro were like th odd ones, but they took great care of us(: three of stuck with each other, coincidentally fell into same group! haha. so after games and all, went over to Kallang leisure park. COOL STUFF. ice  skating rink, sadly can't go in to view even. after lunch three of us walked around the whole place, and when we were back, the adults were not done with th talking -.- haha, saw christopher's mom, don't think she still recognizes me though, saw Mrs Chua as well. her daughter is super cute! &lt;: then went shopping after that while Cheryl left and all. bought lots of yummy yummy goodies! :D then headed home, and the rest was sleep.   well, china trip coming, mixed feelings about it, worried and excited, praying all is fine, well, hoping for the best i guess. can't wait for sunday,  there's dance = seeing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruixiang&lt;/span&gt;, miss her loads! (: and i love them dancing, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prove i'm nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;we don't talk but, happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; all the best to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;and hope you receive the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-5093220168848935631?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5093220168848935631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-feels-like-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5093220168848935631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5093220168848935631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-feels-like-saturday.html' title='it feels like a saturday,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-742027382245372699</id><published>2010-05-27T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:07:10.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S_4tSB6WUHI/AAAAAAAABBE/2N5o7IVw3lU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475863984703164530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 142px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S_4tSB6WUHI/AAAAAAAABBE/2N5o7IVw3lU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-742027382245372699?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/742027382245372699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/sighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/742027382245372699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/742027382245372699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/sighs.html' title='-'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S_4tSB6WUHI/AAAAAAAABBE/2N5o7IVw3lU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5473130636122712707</id><published>2010-05-19T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:04:18.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness&amp;love, flood my heart.</title><content type='html'>yes, is like time to SLACKSLACKSLCAK, woohooo (:&lt;br /&gt;results were kinda okay, hoping for the best. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, china briefing's were today, rather excited, hoohaaaaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; congrats yvonneee on graduation and SPEECH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;okay, so&lt;br /&gt;thanks people, yes i've been happier, (: thanks so much everyone okayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;okay, yes. EHUB , floodd-ed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;greenviewansgreenviewansandgreenviewans&lt;/span&gt;. ohwell, so just haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"cheer up. study &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;harderharderharder!&lt;/span&gt; can one okayyyyyyyyyyy. i believe, &amp;amp; just don't think too much, buck up yo, xoxo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-5473130636122712707?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5473130636122712707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-flood-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5473130636122712707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5473130636122712707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-flood-my-heart.html' title='happiness&amp;love, flood my heart.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-7623979402875918385</id><published>2010-05-17T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:36:34.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurrahhhy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S_IMFAOdOcI/AAAAAAAABA8/b3c0oZQvnjg/s1600/tumblr_l1fl2tSVua1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S_IMFAOdOcI/AAAAAAAABA8/b3c0oZQvnjg/s200/tumblr_l1fl2tSVua1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472449777308088770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEIRU &amp;amp; JERROL. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY! EXAMS OVER, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about svcs, cause it was superduperfunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tution over-dragged, total nerd i was just sitting there listin to uncle Spencer and Bryan telling me how to do my exponential qns, haha. i missed like half of the worship, hmmmm. then sat with Raecia, she told Weisi, and as usual Weisi texted back to say hi, and i did the most stupid thing, i asked Raecia to reply and i started waving at her phone. LIKE HAHA. retarded, very. she couldn't stop lauging, and she told Ws and Ws was like, "tell cute friend i kissed my phone" HAHA. so yeah, that's us. and our funny antics. then service was like hmmmmm, funny stuff with Ryan as well. he was like Amen-ing everything i said. HAHA! then talked some stuff and late for cell, OMG, LIKE CELL WAS SO FUNNY. we were talking about our dreams, and Raecia's was to fly. HAHA! Joe's was to have 5 kids! and they said Yvonnee was a philpo~whatever that is. haha, mine was to open a cafe, and kinda be a teacher. like yeah! haha, i know. Grace did't have and Yvonnee? Teacher! like Science, BIOLOGY LIKE ZOMG, YVONEE! SEC SCHOOL KIDS! haha. well, biomedical student &lt;: and she confessed on stalking our blogs so,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HELLO YVONEEE! STALKER! All the best for tmr's graduation alright girl! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; for Ruixiang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WE LOVE YOU, so pull through this, everything will be finefine! :D &amp;amp; we'll be here (&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kay,&lt;br /&gt;then proceeded to Long J&lt;/span&gt;ohn Silver for lunchy! (: actually wanted india food but crazycrowd. so next week, is INDIAN! Yvonnee made us craving for that. then walked around, Joe went off first so me and Raecia walked around more, went to see the petshop, with almost every animal there. and this guy just like gave us free dog food. and haha! i was like, ehhhh..... i took it and gave it away later, then i left when Raecia's mom came, home-ed, slept, studied a while, seafood dinner, studied, and slept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so monday came, a-maths was like, ZOMG. okay, let's leave it one side. and then attended stuff, and headed over to Ikea's to shopshopshop with Nikki, and Giant! haha, had a ball of a time that i never ever had with anyone. and that's a new friendship found throughout tough times, where you really know who's true. (: (: THANKS SO MUCH NIKKI. &amp;amp; i'll be here for you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, today.&lt;br /&gt;i was so in spring clean mood! SRSLY, i even wiped my walls with cloth, LIKE YEAH. mad. haha. so room is very very nice now. but it won't be for long, haha. trust me. but had fun cleaning up, although i'm like injured like every hand of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;thumb, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;scalded&lt;/span&gt; by hot glue gun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;middle finger, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;skin tear&lt;/span&gt; at joint, bleeding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;left hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;thumb, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt; by penknife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;index finger, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;scalded&lt;/span&gt; by hot plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;middle finger, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;scalded &lt;/span&gt;by hot plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliant? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;going out later, most prob catching back-up plan. ready to face the swarms of greenviewens there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-7623979402875918385?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7623979402875918385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurrahhhy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7623979402875918385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7623979402875918385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurrahhhy.html' title='hurrahhhy'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S_IMFAOdOcI/AAAAAAAABA8/b3c0oZQvnjg/s72-c/tumblr_l1fl2tSVua1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5927715650441941339</id><published>2010-05-15T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T05:41:41.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>well, let's talk about bevy and wilsen.&lt;br /&gt;that two super funny &lt;3&gt;: haha! bevy was like laughing alot about that, justin still owes me ten, now doubl-ed, twenty! haha. me and bevy were like super sleepy, zzzzz. moles were killing us. then went off together, bevy took first bus to buy food for her sis, kim. then i took the second bus that came and met her on it, super funny. she was laughing when she boarded the bus. did't get to talk much, she talked loads on how wilsen walked home, dark. and stuff. HAHA, he can handle it,&lt;em&gt; i hope, &lt;/em&gt;before that went mugging, did't get to do much but loads of fun. DID'T GET TO DRINK MY COFFEE :( at least did like some selective qns and stuff, the "tougher" ones. haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAECIA, promised to come tmr, like she will fly there, or tonight she will sleep at expo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks L and H for the advice, and thank them for reminding me that God is the sole purpose of all that i'm doing. and that forgiving is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kleeve, for reminding me, the World hated Jesus first too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki, for the prayers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARICE YEO! -appt at my house on tuesday! (: (: BEADING, haha, she's insane over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks keith for the talk, very long never talk so it was super funny, esp the poly stuff was funny and crazy. AND OMG. YOU'RE STILL COUGHING! it's supermadcrazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't blame you. i never did, just that everyone is at fault, don't think so? then fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number two,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never said it was your fault, all i know is how much you hate me and how much she probly will after that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number three,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i did not spread around about you, but thanks for sending a spy over - and that's you fishing for info, not me, fyi, G and Penguin, did't tell me anything. i just talked to Penguin, and if you have a problem with me talking to my friends, then fine, be that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number four,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i always have to take initative don't i? yeah, like i'm not tired of doing it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number five,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;owning? everyone has a free will. i think you are the one who wants to, but fine if you think that i want to. who wants to be the boss of anybody anyway, i ain't running a buisness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number six,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been reflecting, have you then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number seven,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never used to be like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number eight, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all change, don't we? but we can't always change to suit everyone's need so there's always unhappy people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number nine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;face it, i dragged people in, you too. so we're BOTH at fault. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number ten,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone makes mistakes, and everyone does deserve a chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number eleven, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although we fought, don't run away from God, he's holding on and i'm not worth it for you to run away from him and let go. he still loves you the same, and still cares for you the same. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number twelve, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can say all you want about me. because you only assumed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number thirteen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait? ha. why don't you come up to me first. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;number fourteen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohwell, idk, and idc.&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/9018303969919121443-5927715650441941339?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5927715650441941339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5927715650441941339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5927715650441941339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_15.html' title='-'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-3539260860189840270</id><published>2010-05-07T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:41:49.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S-UF3ZZAZII/AAAAAAAABAc/iGcYzE9blAk/s1600/tumblr_l1q6pefdmL1qausq3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S-UF3ZZAZII/AAAAAAAABAc/iGcYzE9blAk/s200/tumblr_l1q6pefdmL1qausq3o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468783771778049154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-3539260860189840270?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3539260860189840270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3539260860189840270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3539260860189840270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts.html' title='thoughts,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S-UF3ZZAZII/AAAAAAAABAc/iGcYzE9blAk/s72-c/tumblr_l1q6pefdmL1qausq3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-565124159722409467</id><published>2010-05-07T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:59:49.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOLD EVERYTHING THAT APPLIES TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cats.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chai Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Green Tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Texting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Rockband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. TV or DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. No School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Recycling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Singing in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sun Chips.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hiking.&lt;br /&gt;19. Biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Surveys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Spiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Jerks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Conceited People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Not being listened to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. People who Abuse Animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Waking Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Smoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Hot weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Worrying too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Awful Teachers/Professors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Being too hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Heels.&lt;br /&gt;21. Glee.&lt;br /&gt;22. Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;23. Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Runny noses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. V For Vendetta.&lt;br /&gt;2. Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sleeping Beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Boondock Saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Alice in Wonderland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. The Dark Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Juno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sweeney Todd.&lt;br /&gt;12. Walk The Line.&lt;br /&gt;13. Across the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;14. Four Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;15. Eternal Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;16. Dead Poets Society.&lt;br /&gt;17. Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;18. The Goonies.&lt;br /&gt;19. Moulin Rouge!&lt;br /&gt;20. Back To The Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Aladdin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;22. Saving Private Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;23. Edward Scissorhands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Mary Poppins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Queen of the Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Looking Famous Males:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Johnny Depp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Taylor Lautner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ryan Reynolds.&lt;br /&gt;5. Jared Leto.&lt;br /&gt;6. Alexander Skarsgard.&lt;br /&gt;7. Josh Holloway.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hugh Jackman.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ed Westwick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Chace Crawford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chris Pine.&lt;br /&gt;12. Jim Sturgess.&lt;br /&gt;13. Zachary Quinto.&lt;br /&gt;14. Ewan McGregor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Patrick Dempsey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Brandon Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;17. David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;18. Chris Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;19. Andy Samberg.&lt;br /&gt;20. John Krasinski.&lt;br /&gt;21. Christian Bale.&lt;br /&gt;22. Edward Norton.&lt;br /&gt;23. Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;24. Ryan Gosling.&lt;br /&gt;25. Ben Barnes.&lt;br /&gt;26. Joe Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;27. Kevin Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;28. Nick Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;29. Danny Jones.&lt;br /&gt;30. Dougie poynter.&lt;br /&gt;31. Tom Fletcher.&lt;br /&gt;32. Harry Judd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Logan Lerman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Alex Pettyfer.&lt;br /&gt;35. Aaron Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;36. Nick Hoult.&lt;br /&gt;37. Luke Pasqualino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Bands/Singers I LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;2. Muse.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Katy Perry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eyes Set To Kill.&lt;br /&gt;8. Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Demi Lovato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Colbie Caillat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ingrid Michaelson.&lt;br /&gt;13. Taking Back Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. 30 Seconds To Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Leona Lewis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Hives.&lt;br /&gt;17. John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Carrie Underwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;20. Mute Math.&lt;br /&gt;21. Alesana.&lt;br /&gt;22. Blessthefall.&lt;br /&gt;23. Pete Yorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Mcfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Selena Gomez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-565124159722409467?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/565124159722409467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/bold-everything-that-applies-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/565124159722409467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/565124159722409467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/bold-everything-that-applies-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-8202521351592464808</id><published>2010-05-07T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:15:22.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joke's on me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i guess i was the one everyone played a trick on wasn't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh well, what a naive fool i can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope Raecia goes tmr, will have to talk loads with her :( HAHA, and play more of taptap &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'll remember to bring the cards tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;was kinda not feeling great, go weldon to walk me over to the busstop to meet with yongjin;ROADRUNNER! haha, waited loads. and Sue kept saying if me and him stand beside each other, you can't tell i'm the senior and he's the junior, okay i get your point! haha. so waited, Yj came along with ken and the other guy who i saw at the busstop that day and Anson, Anson promised to talk to me really soon. :/ anticipating that. then yj and ken starting disturbing their girl classmate, no idea who. ken snatched her phone and went into his condo's gate, LOL. Epic much, they were like super funnny outside the gate. then Yj came to sat with me and his girl classmate was talking to Aquila? and she started telling Aquila what me and j together ... WTH. then i started telling yj crap. the bus came like soon, talked to yj, but he was super duper quiet. hmmm, then he messaged me later to say he wasn't feeling good, that explains everything. haha, he promised! after exams go ikea. HAHA. home-ed, tution, on the verge of sleeping. zzz, then prepared for science, went over, talked to Clarice over the phone, many&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;in our conver, we were very worried for ourselves. reached tution, everyone was like so no mood, and i was stuffing myself with Bevy's nuggets. she was frightened, sorry babe, i wasn't feeling so good :( wilson and jate wasn't like hyper either, sadly. :( emo kids of the night. so had like really emo, did't talk much and stuff. then bus-ed home with Bevy and disturbed solomon, her di, like LOL. super BHB guy. haha. home-ed, talked on th phone, chiong homework and slept around 12mn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm actually very very afraid for every paper i take but : "i can do everything through him who gives me strength!"(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so believe that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-8202521351592464808?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8202521351592464808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-i-was-one-everyone-played-trick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/8202521351592464808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/8202521351592464808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-i-was-one-everyone-played-trick.html' title='the joke&apos;s on me,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-2790113726018698621</id><published>2010-05-07T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:23:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello,</title><content type='html'>well, hello people, mye's are certainly killing everyone,&lt;br /&gt;haha, oh short stuff today, two papers. hmmmmm, :( very scared for myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S-T1LAvzgwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Mazdb2Ybzys/s1600/CIMG0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S-T1LAvzgwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Mazdb2Ybzys/s200/CIMG0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468765417062499074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dedicated to you my bestie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;roadrunner is as well, OH WELL. after that went to look for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Athirah&lt;/span&gt;, love her loads, cause she's the on that truly cares doesn't she? talked many to her and she assured me that going is not a problem, that i should. then went to the canteen with&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Suelynn &lt;/span&gt;and her to crap around loads. headed over to twmt, i guess was a little moody moody, and could everyone really tell i wasn't myself? you mean Abigail can't be quiet? oh right she can't. haha, even Athirah said she prefer the noisy one cause the quiet one, SO NOT ABIGAIL. haha. oh well, then had a little chat with MTT and Gabriel, MTT totally could tell that sometings troubling me, it's plastered all over my head he said, so yeah i told him, it's the usual stuff he tell me on how i have to go and talk to them, that's what everyone had been saying hasn't they just that i feel it's such A DIFFICULT thing to do. but i have to face the music someday don't i? oh well, headed over slacking right now with suelynn, weldon and gabriel, had a fun time walking along, haha. thanks everyone for the concern, i'll try to be fine, okay i mean i will be fine. love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like giving everything up, sighs, she's won hasn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm sorry we always fight, i'm sorry we always quarrel, i'm sorry casue i don't want you to blame yourself, it ain't your fault truly, i'm just reallly super unreasonable about things. and i feel like we can't carry on like this anymore. i'm sorry you have to give in all the time even though it's so difficult and i know you just want me to be happy? but i just can't seem to be truly problem free, so just be there, and that's enough but i'm sorry for how i treat you, thanks for everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-2790113726018698621?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2790113726018698621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2790113726018698621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2790113726018698621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html' title='hello,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S-T1LAvzgwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Mazdb2Ybzys/s72-c/CIMG0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-4713123651755190877</id><published>2010-05-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:54:46.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i know i've been neglecting this spot here. oh heck, i haven't even be non-lazy enough to go post some picturessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all has been super fine, fun much with the guyyyyyss! funn shitz.&lt;br /&gt;went studying with peiqi yesterday, really quiet quiet (: till someone came KPO. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have nothing esle to fill these blank spaces with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, just,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the best for MYEs people, and please smile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-4713123651755190877?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4713123651755190877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4713123651755190877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4713123651755190877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-2060127392004771876</id><published>2010-04-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T04:01:01.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beeeeeen dying to blog about my funny adventures with my family! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut the crap, straight to 21st April! (: Dad's funnnnnnny birthday.&lt;br /&gt;okay, yes everyone was in a goodmood. hoho. so i had tution. really super funny, talked loads to ren laoshi, hoho. (: then went over for dinner at th paramount. some deserted place but not so very deserted, i found out. me and dad were debating on how not fun and how fun OBS is. i think it is crazy he wanted to go for the 21 days camp with obs la! mad crazy! then went in sit, i was kind of crapping about government. :/ i went like, "IHATESTUDYINGSS!IHATESTUDYINGABOUTGOVERNMENT!:(" and my mum was like SHUSH! later people come beat you ah. HAHA. i also enlightened my brother on some govt polices and my parents were laughing cause i was telling him why we should take care of our parents- many benefits! haha, food came, good good! very yummy, very funny. then came the birthday cake part, i was like super paiseah, cause my parents sent me to go and tell the waiter no birthday song! so i was like, ehehehe, i want my cake now can? he was like, can, then i stand down there, he say i deliver to your table, no worries, then i was like, ehhhhhhhh, don't play birthday song! then he laugh thn i laugh and ran away. HAH. then i couldn't stop laughing. then the waiter come, he was like sure no song? dad was like on no nonononono! then we all laugh, laugh until cannot sing birthday song, and like people were anticipating the music, but never come out. HAHA. really la, sit opposite dad can actually die from laughing. i asked him, am i laughing very hard? he said no, but you laugh any harder all your teeth will drop, then i laugh and tried to explain how my braces will not allow that. and my mother laugh and WE JUST KEPT LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;(i shall now put a paragraph cause my dad wants me to do so (: )&lt;br /&gt;okay, so like 5 minutes later another table celebrated birthday w/ the song! and other table though it was us, so we just laughed. crazy laughter. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;so went off soon, bid bye to the waiter. (: wanted to go and get ice-cream but mum said too late~&lt;br /&gt;watched telly in the car with me being newscaster. helped dad read the subtitles off the screen cause he couldn't watch! HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;reached home, did some work, washed up and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-thursday! 22nd,&lt;br /&gt;okay, yes i was pms-ing. haha, mad crazy ah. cit was hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. talked loads to CLARICEYEO, (mrs ______!) (: (: (: after which crapped around in school while waiting for rain to stop. dancing according to lyrics madily with SUE, and PEI. athirah was watching us enetertain her. i swear we were super hyper that day. we were even writing crazy nonsense on th board. (: suelynn has all the pics. can't describe how funny. went home with peiqi and clarice, the treebranch twins :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday arrivial,&lt;br /&gt;was okay i guess, twmt was mad funny. me and Aaron, cannot sit together, mad distracting. haha! went lunch with him and jaron, after which studied with them a while, went for PVC, funny crap with Suelynn again, mryang kept checking on us, and crap-ed with mrsim, haha. after which, stole chipppppppppppppyyys from xunming. (: went to council room tried to relive thursday, just couldn't cause guys were playing LEFT4DEAD, - gorey shit, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. went home with C before it rained. tution was funny crap. dad  sent me and brought me home and arrival to see this person at my house with him mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S9QfOWvVpsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Wc-MLHWkq9g/s1600/25328_404433586053_697391053_4951061_4079096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S9QfOWvVpsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Wc-MLHWkq9g/s200/25328_404433586053_697391053_4951061_4079096_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464026579390015170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, STELVAN.&lt;br /&gt;super cute crap la, played around with him, he kept laughing and smiling when me and dad came back (: he was super cute, like pretending airpump was water jug and made pretend watersounds, pouring the "water" into the plastic winecups, SUPER CUTE. and when he went, he kept waving byebye, and couldn't stop till he did't want to leavve, awwwwwww. i miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday- was normalllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday,&lt;br /&gt;went to church for tution, first to arrive as usual! ha! even though i was considered late :/ only girl once again, observing Daryl's shoes, pointyyyyyyy, and man, are they smart, im like a lost girl in the woods with them. :/&lt;br /&gt;and BRAYN, with his food, gosh. haha,&lt;br /&gt;collected penguin's pennnsizzzcase for him, he was elated! (: syhleong thanked me alot&lt;br /&gt;service, talked loads to lycialycia (: bumped into Jonathan yong at the toilet, talked to him as well. then went off for family lunch, funny stuff as usual. walked around eastcoast, shall go there soon to have fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shall fly off for dinner now, toodles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't be back soon and wish me well for the week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/andy/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/andy/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-2060127392004771876?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2060127392004771876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/beeeeeen-dying-to-blog-about-my-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2060127392004771876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2060127392004771876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/beeeeeen-dying-to-blog-about-my-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S9QfOWvVpsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Wc-MLHWkq9g/s72-c/25328_404433586053_697391053_4951061_4079096_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-7706927441443921386</id><published>2010-04-19T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:53:48.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my black knight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that was really super random. Talking with Clarice and stuff now, we both have issues! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shall blog about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out with cell yesterday at east point and I got a random call! From aunty Cynthia surprisingly called me and was like, can we talk? I was like, yesh sure? Haha, and they picked me up. So after dropping Joelynn off, they told me, oh just want to bring me to high tea to thank me for taking care of Brandon somehow. Haha, but had no place to go so went over to thir place. Talked loads, they were really nice about it opening a channel saying if I have any problem can go to them(: so yeah. It was really nice of them. Super cool as well, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for them yeah? Haha. I mean my parents don't even do that? Okay :x haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I really don't know but I just don't think you should wait for me because it dosen't seem like the thing you should do cause I can't promise anything, can I? Don't think it's only about you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-7706927441443921386?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7706927441443921386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-my-black-knight-haha-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7706927441443921386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7706927441443921386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-my-black-knight-haha-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-2471961288308249059</id><published>2010-04-17T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:02:15.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this here is dead, why do i even bother to keep it? don't know. :/&lt;br /&gt;right now, i feel like a mess, it's always like this yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my crazy imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the craziest dream ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream was on th train, where was envying a couple opposite, and out of now where, this like black knight(not in armor!) came, pulled me up from my seat, hugged me tight, and told me, "it's gonna be alright babes", and the next thing, he's gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was weird, like totally, the whole scene keeps replaying in my head over and over again like a recorded video. ehh, freaky. and it's just that one scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i feel entirely screwed, like i can't believe the mid-years are freaking this close. soo tired of everything. yes. i need a life, is studying all we have to do. i can't stand it. i wished everything revolved around that perfect life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"black knight, would you come back tonight to visit once more?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-2471961288308249059?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2471961288308249059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-here-is-dead-why-do-i-even-bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2471961288308249059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2471961288308249059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-here-is-dead-why-do-i-even-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-2059355732974096540</id><published>2010-04-01T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:17:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohwooow, council investiture just finished today, so happy it's finally ovverrr, and yes i'm here once again, so rare right? i know, LOL. haha. so investiture was like, wow finally over, it's like , i did't feel much, hmmm, all over in a flash, but realised, very very much closer to the people now :D haha, thanks for everything, esp PEIQI, LUQMAN, JARON, GAB, FEL, VAL, WAIKEAT, JAY, ATHIRAH, and manymanymany. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATHIRAH LOVE, ME LOVE YOU MANYMANY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-2059355732974096540?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2059355732974096540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohwooow-council-investiture-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2059355732974096540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2059355732974096540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohwooow-council-investiture-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5281253513077921578</id><published>2010-03-26T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:43:12.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, haven't been blogging loads. i mean sure man, my time on computer is super limited, aw heck.&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting to do this, HELLO RUIXIANNNGGGGG AND YVONNEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;because i know you're reading! ((: ohwell, past week had been okay i guess.  just can't back into the cycle of school. and maths is so stressing me out like crazy. :( oh well. i find no point in me here. so, hah.&lt;br /&gt;toodles,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-5281253513077921578?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5281253513077921578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-havent-been-blogging-loads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5281253513077921578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5281253513077921578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-havent-been-blogging-loads.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-1431735998003404681</id><published>2010-03-11T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:04:33.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i'm finally back,&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, it's been too long i don't know where to start. i feel so well, really, i mean after all that happened, i feel really down. nothing can make me happier, then, i really don't know what.i cleared certain air, yeah, i feel so much better letting these burdens go, but, &lt;blockquote&gt;JOELYNN WOON, that sunday you served, you weren't there, and that was the sunday i neeeded you th most, i probably cried more than a bucket that day, i was touched by worship, lord supper and alter call. and i really needed your tight hug, cause it will be simply different from the others.&lt;/blockquote&gt; SEE, i just felt that need to change. and i am doing it, and yes, although i might have some faults as i look back these four days, i promised a change, and it's happening. i don't hope to revert. today, bad start, bad day i guess. oh well, what i can say is, fighting for myself is just really difficult, and that crying seems to be the best way, i just don't know why, i didn't used to be a girl of tears. i used to be that strong willed girl who wouldn't easily tear. now it's just so, vulnerable? i just yeah. i just yeah, indescribable.  everything is so confusing now, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;, someone tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-1431735998003404681?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1431735998003404681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-im-finally-back-but-seriously-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/1431735998003404681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/1431735998003404681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-im-finally-back-but-seriously-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5081129470152339436</id><published>2010-02-27T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:44:16.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel, sad.</title><content type='html'>i feel low now, well, rather much, i'm thinking of what i can do here. i look at her and zomg, i want sleep. i want run away, and go someplace far, like a beach! to emo. oh well,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-5081129470152339436?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5081129470152339436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5081129470152339436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5081129470152339436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-sad.html' title='i feel, sad.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-769368213024724051</id><published>2010-02-26T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:01:48.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmares, or plain truth, or plain fear? fear.</title><content type='html'>i had this really weird dream yesterday, won't classify it as a nightmare, it came out because of fear i guess, and will it happen?, i'll never know. i mean it's really weird and all, i guess you really need to assure me that it was all in the past, or i'll never forget this worry or even fear of mine. yeah, it woke me up at 6 in the morning, and yeah, i just can't get that scene out of mind. it was a great impact i guess, cause it's always been a fear that it will happen. because it never is impossible. it just irks me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you have to know, i'm starting to keep things from you. because of fear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-769368213024724051?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/769368213024724051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/nightmares-or-plain-truth-or-plain-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/769368213024724051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/769368213024724051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/nightmares-or-plain-truth-or-plain-fear.html' title='nightmares, or plain truth, or plain fear? fear.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-7157664850543178934</id><published>2010-02-26T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:29:53.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest,</title><content type='html'>this week was pretty much okay, thank God for being really good to me this week, i can really see the changes, all that he has provided, has always been there, it just needed me to open my eyes to see th unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really thank God for the favour, and i'm sorry for all the complains, i feel changed as i write this as i reflect on all that happened the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today was really fine, fun i guess? well, i really want to thank JJ so much, you have always been there. as well as Gabriel. and that bunch of us where we laughed and joked, SL, nicholas as well as yongyik. so that was school, well, decided to meet waikeat before tution, decided to meet at dde, and walkwalk to tution. saw Tony at the busstop so just might as well, took a bus with him to dde, talked much (: funny climax was when cy boarded the bus, LOL. super funny. met waikeat, saw chelsea there, she grabbed me away to tell her about her hot guyyyyy story when i wanted to talk to people , HELLO! okay, i saw many people. me, chels and waikeat walked at superfast speed, prob cause i was overwhelmed, and i talked like a bullet train too, haha, so we reached fast. eventful, yy waas helping me pass message to wr, cause my phone was going flattttt. tution was much with bev, who discovered a heart shaped on m nose and vivian rusing over with her phone to take a pic of me. HAHA! zilian loads with bev phone, all for her, haha and leaving with wk and yy, as well as chelsea, walked to busstop, funny funny, okay, bullied la, but heck, honest opinions were given out, which was good i guess. so, asked cy to help me pass note, so difficult! wasted 10 minutes talking and arguing -.- and was seen by wht so many people, and i really mean many, -.-  so i really heck care th rumors, cause i know they ain't true. well, so finally came to agreement and it was given, well, yeah, and thanks yy and wk, for running after me run after th bus. what a joke, i really ran for my life, well, really appreciate those two, enjoyed the craploads of conver and funny solutions to wk's prob. HAHA. thank you both so much cause i did't had a chance to thank you for i ran away. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, life's like that, cherising all the rare moments now, with people who really stand by me through everything, love you my brosssssss okay ,  (: thanks for everythingggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really feel like giving up, thanks for constant encouragment &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really, if you think i am that B, you can carry on that way, because that isn' th solution to your problem. you should simply reflect. i mean, i can't say anything if you wanna say/ put it that way, because i can't judge because, i mean i do it too sometimes, but it just really hurts me, but it just numbs everything, for i'm so used to it. for you, aren't the main core of my life. that's why i'm still here, living, and persevering on. andd you really aren't giving that greatest impression so yeah. ( this i because of what vivian told me during tution, love her to the core and did't know she in dunman. HAHA. thanks vivian for telling me what a great women i am. haha!)i mean srsly, think about the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, i influence!&lt;/span&gt; alot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rock. &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-7157664850543178934?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7157664850543178934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/dearest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7157664850543178934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7157664850543178934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/dearest.html' title='Dearest,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-2234175052765614097</id><published>2010-02-19T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:04:35.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why,</title><content type='html'>tell me why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; annoyed -.- equally mad at how this situation is at now. like hello, it really just snaps all my chances of even wanting t make it there. i mean, it was settled, kinda. but yeah, we're pissed. cause, yeah, you, you're pissing me. not me only. get that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so mum found out i flunked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, yes, can you believe it, yeah i know, i can't, i have never flunked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. so there goes my free time, extra remedial, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tution&lt;/span&gt;, goodbye life, wait, i never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really been busy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nothing is&lt;/span&gt; improving for me i guess. really, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just too pissed to continue, like GOD, it's not your problem, it's not very much of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buisness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, Nicholas the junior who looks very very much like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cy&lt;/span&gt;, got braces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;, baby blue, it looks weird, baby blue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mabye&lt;/span&gt; i shall strike that colour out of my colour list. my appoitment s coming, so i'm basically gorging myself before the porridge period again. so what's the next colour to get? i'm thinking orange. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday tution was, ZOMG, stupid justin! tell ghost story, lucky i managed to sleep. it was super scary like wth. like wth. okay, i fell, i did't see the step, OMG, like last week! okay, th busstop is my accident prone place, like crap. i almost sprained my ankle, thank God never. Bevy parents sent me home, wheeee~ {: and then i saw dad, he told me he forgot to call me. if not he could have picked me up-.- okay. Bevy, loveyoumany! thanks for the bigbig heart chocolate, munching it away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i have ...&lt;br /&gt;2 more days! to decide on practical! -panicking!-&lt;br /&gt;2-4 more days to decide on braces colour&lt;br /&gt;5-7 more days to decide if i should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm running out of time, i really am. i am simply too busy, to keep this alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-2234175052765614097?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2234175052765614097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2234175052765614097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2234175052765614097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html' title='why,'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-4744707192425340045</id><published>2010-02-16T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:10:14.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;On this day of your life, Abigail, we believe God wants you to know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you can be an echo of your past, or the glory of your future.&lt;br /&gt;Past&lt;br /&gt;is connected to future through the present. At this very moment, at every&lt;br /&gt;moment, you are choosing to carry on the past with all its troubles on your&lt;br /&gt;shoulders, OR to let it go and see bright future pull your forward. Choose&lt;br /&gt;wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i simply forget and let go of everything in 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterdayyyyyyyyyyyy bwas funfunfunfunfunfun at aunty mary's house, hoho. had dara with me and we went movie, till late night! (: really funny with uncle charles, Dara, denus, marcus me and my bro. funny funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;\&amp;amp; PERCY JACKSON IS GOOD. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOGAN IS HOT LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-4744707192425340045?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4744707192425340045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-this-day-of-your-life-abigail-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4744707192425340045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4744707192425340045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-this-day-of-your-life-abigail-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-7460801503190373916</id><published>2010-02-13T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:14:00.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause i love you too much,&lt;br /&gt;to see you go down the slides while i go up on those golden stairs.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Lord, Give me the faith to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i lift my friend up to you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-7460801503190373916?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7460801503190373916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-i-love-you-too-much-to-see-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7460801503190373916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7460801503190373916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-i-love-you-too-much-to-see-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-469050486373906021</id><published>2010-02-12T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:33:00.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other side of the door, Taylor.S</title><content type='html'>In the heat of the fight&lt;br /&gt;I walked away,&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring words that you were saying,&lt;br /&gt;Tryna make me stay.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "This time I've had enough."&lt;br /&gt;And you've called a hundred times,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not pickin' up.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so mad, I might tell you that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;But if you look a little closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you&lt;br /&gt;To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;Wait there in the pourin' rain,&lt;br /&gt;Come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you leave,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know all I need&lt;br /&gt;is on the other side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my stupid pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through the photographs,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I keep going back over&lt;br /&gt;Things we both said&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the slammin' door,&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I misread.&lt;br /&gt;So baby you know everything&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;That when I left I wanted you to&lt;br /&gt;Chase after me? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you&lt;br /&gt;To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;Wait there in the pourin' rain,&lt;br /&gt;Come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you leave,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elyricsworld.com/the_other_side_of_the_door_lyrics_taylor_swift.html&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know all I need&lt;br /&gt;is on the other side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I scream out the window,&lt;br /&gt;"I can't even look at you, I don't need you,"&lt;br /&gt;But I do, I do, I do.&lt;br /&gt;I say, "There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;To make this right again, I mean it,&lt;br /&gt;I mean it"&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Leave," but baby all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;Wait there in the pourin' rain,&lt;br /&gt;Come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you leave,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know all I need&lt;br /&gt;is on the other side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your face, and your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation&lt;br /&gt;With the little white lies.&lt;br /&gt;And the faded picture&lt;br /&gt;Of a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;You carried me from your car&lt;br /&gt;up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And I broke down cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Was she worth this mess?&lt;br /&gt;After everything and that little black dress&lt;br /&gt;After everything I must confess,&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-469050486373906021?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/469050486373906021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-side-of-door-taylors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/469050486373906021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/469050486373906021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-side-of-door-taylors.html' title='the other side of the door, Taylor.S'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-7375048085181404752</id><published>2010-02-12T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:37:56.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a "great" day.</title><content type='html'>i cried bucketloads today. i think i'm tired of simply having to deal with all that i've been dealing with. i just couldn't stand it. you really don't have to rub salt into my wound. you don't have to remind me about my past, you don't have to reopen that closed door in my memory, you don't have to remind me of my foolish doings, you don't have to remind me about my naiveity, you don't have to tell me what i know, you don't have to announce it to the whole world, you don't have to ask me, you don't have to rub it into my face and laugh at me, you don't have to tell them about my scars,you did't have to show them my scars, you did't have to show them my past, the ugly side, all this was very much unneeded, but you don't care about feelings don't you. it's not like i'm the only one. you just did't have to. but you did so. so what was i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried terribly much today, till when my mother scolded me at night, i was just so tired from all the crying i did today, that even when i wanted to cry, no tears came out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much to the drama people who hid me, Anson and Athirah who were there for me, who listened who cared. Peiqi, Clarice and valery who were there as well. thanks so much for just listin, sitting there, knowing that you'll just help by a little, although i almost died from not breathing properly, hyperventelating, that you were there to just calm me down, to get my breahing right so that i wouldn't have died from crying. Thank God for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how cell really made my day, and how i really just experienced God's touch and love into y life once again through this tough day, and tough time. although i did promise to be happy today, i just couldn't casue of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to all the people who showed concern for me.&lt;br /&gt;Delphin, Joy, ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, i actually felt so much better when i got home, and when i left for tution. unfortunately, on the way, a bump in the road caused the tears and the hyperventillation back once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Beverly for being there, reminding me about the jerks, and bitches, and all the other idiots. thier reason and purpose. and thank you for being firm to ensure i could breathe properlyonce again. and calming me down. Thank God for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and for the guys who sat and tried to fish out answers about the well-known rumor of me and someone, continue tryingyour best, it was a laugh to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how when we were in the toilet, two guys who used to be from KPT, from Greenview, eh, name not sure. unlocked the lock to the back door and managed to let us out/come in. that sure was a funny thing to do, haha, awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and when i was at the busstop, how i saw Ryan Leong and Tony, and talked with them awhile. till i got home. and yeah, boom, everything came again but no tears nothing, not a whimper came out from me,i was just too emotionally tired. to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope tmr will be better, isn't hoping for much cause i know what will roughly happen and not too happy about dinners tmr, except meeting timothy! we got lots of catching up to do my dearest cousin! &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 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day.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-4936013470457763626</id><published>2010-02-09T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:12:41.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S3FDF6XdTXI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DDYtXnONvYM/s1600-h/%60+Missus+A%27s%21_000204_171441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S3FDF6XdTXI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DDYtXnONvYM/s200/%60+Missus+A%27s%21_000204_171441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436199994058952050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S3FDFvTfvLI/AAAAAAAAA-M/XVYXSmsFh7E/s1600-h/%60+Missus+A%27s%21_000204_171429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S3FBidP4REI/AAAAAAAAA88/J3sa7fm97LA/s200/CIMG5214_V-DAY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436198285435487298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{the pictures tells everything.}&lt;br /&gt;recently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, last sunday was superbly funny. yeah. kinda, kept playing with Justin's itouch, he hacked the thing, so like his games are all full versions and are free, awesomely fun stuufff, zomg. cell and stuff normal stuff, went sushi teh for dinner, super coooooooooooooooool, had so much fun with mummy, daddy and bro! then went alittle shoopping around big splash, got a jacket and some earpieces, that i love so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, funny. one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. annoying, funny. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to update, that's all i can say!&lt;br /&gt;,XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-4936013470457763626?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4936013470457763626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/recently-sunday-last-sunday-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4936013470457763626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4936013470457763626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/recently-sunday-last-sunday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S3FDF6XdTXI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DDYtXnONvYM/s72-c/%60+Missus+A%27s%21_000204_171441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-6133455976191215496</id><published>2010-02-06T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:48:28.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>finally here to update zomg. i'm being  missed right? HAHA, well this week was really fine, there's always the up and the downs, and there's always the people who will be there, are there, and aren't there. that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just update about today, this morning had tution. really funny and getting used to mrjonlim's accent. HAHA, he's quite funny, reall like OMG. still can't believe he's my amths tutor. okay, then got ready, aunty rose cab-bbed to granny's place while i walked over to ikea to get joelynn's pressssiiiiieeeeeee as well as some V-DAY gifts. then walked over home to drop the things at home. then proceeded to head over to grammies. hmmmmmm, broke my beaded choker-braclet, was really sad but this stranger, helped me pick up the beads and look for them. at frist i had some reservations about that, was really afraid that he would do something to me, luckily eh he did't but it was realy nice of him becasue i gave up picking and he still continued picking. could tell he couldn't talk much english, might be from china but he tried to tell me where my beads are, usually people wouldn't care so yeah, thank him very much, he even said goodbye to me. HAHA. so yeah. was really exhausted and decided to take a bus to my granny's instead of walking. then i reached and started folding planes for stelvan, and thanks gab so much for lending the book, my brother loves it! so does my nephew! stelvan was fascinated with the pictures in the box and constanly asked me to help him flip and yeah, that was until my mother distracted him with some food. HAHA. -.- then i slacked around and decided to sleep, and yeap i waked up and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anticipating for tmr, church, hoping to get see some of kleeve, to talk some sense into him about stop using food as an escape before he becomes too fat and i can't recognize him. haha. we have some much trouble don't we wormbuddy. and hoping to talk to him about personal stuff, yeah. sms you later so we cannnn meeeettttttt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit, I MUST CALL RAECIA. raecia, be prepared for gosssssipppppppppppppppp :x HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; don't promise to. becaue you'll never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, XOXOs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-6133455976191215496?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6133455976191215496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6133455976191215496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6133455976191215496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-1690360262994993268</id><published>2010-01-29T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:05:40.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;easiest thing to do: find fault.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't, you know what? yes you can blame it all on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-1690360262994993268?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1690360262994993268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/easiest-thing-to-do-find-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/1690360262994993268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/1690360262994993268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/easiest-thing-to-do-find-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-445932061094596419</id><published>2010-01-29T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:00:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted by numbers - The sounds</title><content type='html'>Could I act like you, and put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Not even for a second, would I lie to myself&lt;br /&gt;Too many things are missing, and there's a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question or an answer, but it will change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the same tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all been painted by numbers&lt;br /&gt;We're dancin' as we borrow&lt;br /&gt;You said it was love&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd like you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't act like you, but I can love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Between us there is something, I can't explain it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the same tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all been painted by numbers&lt;br /&gt;We're dancin' as we borrow&lt;br /&gt;You said it was love&lt;br /&gt;I got what I need to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the same tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all been painted by numbers&lt;br /&gt;We're dancin' as we borrow&lt;br /&gt;You said it was love&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd like you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the same tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all been painted by numbers&lt;br /&gt;We're dancin' as we borrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song for sorrow (Sing a song for sorrow)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all been painted by numbers&lt;br /&gt;We're dancin' as we borrow&lt;br /&gt;You said it was love&lt;br /&gt;I got what I need to get by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-445932061094596419?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/445932061094596419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/painted-by-numbers-sounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/445932061094596419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/445932061094596419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/painted-by-numbers-sounds.html' title='Painted by numbers - The sounds'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-3051142370443222900</id><published>2010-01-29T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:49:29.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dumbest thing ever, i forgot what time my maths tution.&lt;br /&gt;like HECK. okay, watching videos, update a little later cause needa go for tution soon .&lt;br /&gt;okay, nevermind, can update casue he just texted me that he'll be here at ten:fiftyfive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week was really accident prone week and stuff, actually, i feel like i have no longer anything to type here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i see the blinking thingy, i feel like there's nothing i want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just conclude, friday and Monday were the two bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thursday was the best. although cheryllee that women got the date wrong! WOMMMMENNNNNNNNN, THEN NEVER GET TO SEE YOU! AND TELL YOU STORY! SEE LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw kleevehoi, super funnny lah he. can talk face to face also don't want. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, talking about the percussion peeps, make me feel better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; i really wish you, you , you , you and you to dissapear out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i really thank God for:&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;-Anson&amp;amp;Athirah, Junjie and Syafiq, and Felicia, and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i for not being addmitted to hospital. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;- (oopsssssssssssssssssssssssss, i forgot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenesday:&lt;br /&gt;-Anson&amp;amp;Athirah -insertsmanymanyhearts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;-percussion dinnnnnnneeer! percussion peopleeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;-Athirah&amp;amp;Anson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;- Anson, Mummy Steph, aunty Chermaine, and their classmates! for making me feel so much better by accepting me into their circle during firedrill! and trying to cheermeup.&lt;br /&gt;- people who eat lunch with me, so funnnnnnnnnnnnnny.&lt;br /&gt;and the nice talk with jayjay.&lt;br /&gt;- nice talk with JOELYNNWOONSHIHUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i thank God for:&lt;br /&gt;ATHIRAH AND ANSON, zomg, you guys rock myworld.&lt;br /&gt;-insertstrillions&amp;amp;millions&amp;amp;trillionsofhearts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-3051142370443222900?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3051142370443222900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/dumbest-thing-ever-i-forgot-what-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3051142370443222900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3051142370443222900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/dumbest-thing-ever-i-forgot-what-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5914894246882062170</id><published>2010-01-25T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:33:54.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i injured my leg, scraped it against the poduim, which is very rough surface which is.&lt;br /&gt;okay never mind, verdict :&lt;br /&gt;if it was a deeper cut, i wold have been sent to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;now, people will thank God upon hearing that, i personally do, not that i don't lah. just that ending up in a hospital would be intresting and that i wouldn't have to print all the shit adn clear all the shit alone, NOT BLAMING YOU SUELYNN! but just zomg, i have so much homework, i think i'm goign to die, and today, just hasn't been a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY HAD BEEN AN NOT AWESOME DAY, LIKE YAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just really want to thank ATHIRAH AND ANSON for allowing me to stop crying. for being there. like i started, and stop, and started, and stop. and i started and stop and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-5914894246882062170?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5914894246882062170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-injured-my-leg-scraped-it-against.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5914894246882062170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5914894246882062170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-injured-my-leg-scraped-it-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-6041499715483046615</id><published>2010-01-22T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:42:22.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things.</title><content type='html'>1:&lt;br /&gt;Got this from my living life, have been wanting to blog it, so i shall now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The greatest handicap: Fear&lt;br /&gt;The best day: Today&lt;br /&gt;Easiest thing to do: Find fault&lt;br /&gt;Most useless asset: Pride&lt;br /&gt;The greatest mistake: Giving up&lt;br /&gt;Greatest stumbling block: Egotism&lt;br /&gt;The greatest comfort: Work well done&lt;br /&gt;Most disagreeable person: The complainer&lt;br /&gt;Worst bankruptcy: Loss of enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;Greatest need: Common sense&lt;br /&gt;Meanest feelings: Regret at another's success&lt;br /&gt;Best gift: Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;The greatest moment: Death&lt;br /&gt;Greatest knowledge: God&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing in the world: Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- source unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i find this passage really meaningful, and it really relates to me alot. many would wonder why the greatest moment is Death, i kinda understand but don't know how to put it into words. this is my quote for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail Chang  i'll decide today to say no to things i always say yes, and yes to things i always say no, just for today at least. today is opposite day. i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 minutes ago · Comment · Like. Unlike&lt;br /&gt;Weilin Koh and Claris Cheang like this.&lt;br /&gt;Write a comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you don't receive my message, you know why, and if you do, you know why too. you can wait until 12MN for things to be back to normal, but it might never go back to normal. or would i just forget and just lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tillthen&lt;br /&gt;,XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-6041499715483046615?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6041499715483046615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/abigail-chang-ill-decide-today-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6041499715483046615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6041499715483046615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/abigail-chang-ill-decide-today-to-say.html' title='2 things.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-5680826878021672031</id><published>2010-01-22T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:05:38.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Do not cheat on a girl. We girls talk, we WILL know, and we WILL find out, and we WILL dump you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be aware of all your girlfriends’ guy friends, brothers, fathers, or anything. They are protective. Every single male friend we have will kick your ass if you end up hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never ever miss an opportunity to tell her that she’s beautiful. We girls love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If she slapped you hard, you probably deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not be afraid of holding her. If she’s going out with you in the first place, it’s obvious that she likes you and wants to be in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend — a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts or hoodie’s, and a really pretty piece of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you’re dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren’t dropping her off, call to be sure she’s home safely. We think that’s really cute and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a guy is bothering your girlfriend, it is your right to beat the sh!t out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you’re talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer. It’ll make her feel secure that you love her more than the other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Never ever slap her, even if it’s just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, “Oh, you’re so dumb” or something, never make any gestures back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Go along with her to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn’t care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you’re officially dating, and you’re introducing her to your friends, you’d better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend. Or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Girls are fragile. Even if you’re play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle. Let her win once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Memorize your girlfriend’s birthday. You forget her birthday and you’re basically screwed for life. Not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don’t drench yourself in the cologne, but smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You don’t have to spend a million dollars on the Birthday/Christmas/Valentine gift. It doesn’t have to be expensive, or cost anything but it has to be meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Don’t ever lie to us; we always find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don’t say you understand when you don’t. That’s bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Remember: Girls are pretty, but yours is the Prettiest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Saying something sweet might get you off the hook; but doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Size does matter, but only to hoes; not girls that want relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. No matter what you say, your ex-girlfriend is a hoe. Don’t bother trying to convince us otherwise, that is a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. It’s good to be sensitive, to a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If you did something wrong, apologize. Even if you didn’t, do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You did something bad. I seem cool with it. I’m not. (See directly above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. We are self-conscious by nature; we can’t help it. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. We don’t shave our legs every day so just get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Shave your face, no matter how cool you think your goatee or beard or mustache looks, we probably hate it. We like you clean shaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Show off a little, we think it’s cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You are our boyfriend, our man, our protector, whether you know it or not, you are; act like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You are cute in raglan-sleeved T-shirts (two-toned baseball undershirts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. We love it when you hug us from behind and whisper in our ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. “Fine” is NEVER an appropriate response when I ask you how I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Most of the time when I fantasize, it’s about you. Don’t obsess over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I expect you to call me. If you don’t, you go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I’m more forgiving of you than I really should be. Don’t you dare take advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When I compare my flabby tummy to a kangaroo pouch, say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You look hot in hooded clothing items. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You should never tell a girl what to do. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Any decent man will ask a girl out to her face. I mean; if you aren’t man enough to ask us out to our face, who says youre gonna be man enough to our boyfriend at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Girls are very impressed when you ask them for advice. Unless its about another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I’m unimpressed with a man who doesn’t take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. When in doubt, go with the shirt that matches your eye color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You’re sexy when you’re shaving, fixing things, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, driving, eating a peach, holding a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Girls need to hear how you feel about them. Often. Tell her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. A girl wants to be the best thing that ever happened to you—and for you to recognize this and tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. If she’s not feeling loved, she will start looking….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. We like it when you tell us what you’re thinking, even if you don’t know yourself. It’s cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. It’s cheating as soon as you’re doing something with her that you wouldn’t want me to see, hear, read…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. For the record: I’d rather you break up with me than cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. We can fall in love with you without really knowing you, if you are an @ss, we will find out, and we will get over it. Fast. Don’t ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. You like her, make a move. Don’t just sit there, you will fail, and you won’t get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Baseball players are hot. The sport makes you skinny and your arm muscles… well, it’s hot. We’ll go to all your games even if we hate baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. When you compliment us, we aren’t sure how to accept the compliment without leading you on or reject the compliment without hurting you. So just bear with us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. WE HATE BEING LED ON! If you think it’s bad being led on by a girl, try being led on by a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. We like it when guys are willing to have an actual relationship, not just a one-night stand. Most girls don’t like pimps or players, just guys who like ONE girl only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. But don’t be obssessive. Major turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Call sometimes, just to say hi, not for a certain reason. When we see your number on caller ID, our heart always skips a beat. Try calling just to say good night, or good morning, its soo adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. BE HONEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Don’t ONLY tell us what we want to hear. We HATE that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. At sleepovers, if you wonder what we talk about, quit worrying. It really is only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. If you catch us staring, it is most likely because we’re spacing out, not because we really stare at you. Unless we smile when you notice. Then you either look really hot, or we like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. We like it when you hold us when we’re crying. It’s good to feel loved and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Don’t go to our friends to talk about us. Come straight to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Don’t tell us you love us unless you are positive you mean it. If we don’t say it back, it’s just that we really want to mean it when we say it. Don’t say it right away, then it shows lack of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. We like our hands to be held and our waists to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. We like you to kiss our hand and cheeks and forehead (esp. forehead!!), not just shove your tongue down our throats. We do like to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. We like it when you’re tender, but don’t lose your masculinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Do chivalrous things when we least expect it (ex. holding doors for us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. As surprising as it may be, while guys might actually look at personality, the first thing girls look at tends to be looks. We’re not going to see you and think, ‘I wonder what his personality is like!’ Terrible, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If we love you, and youre hurt on the basketball court, rolling on the floor in pain; we’re hurting more just watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. We LOVE it when you get nervous around us. It’s adorable! Don’t think you have to be Mr. Cool Guy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Don’t play hard to get. We’ll get bored and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. If you don’t call us, then we will spend hours thinking about why you never called, and we will waste a lot of time thinking about it, eventually coming to the conclusion that we don’t like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. We lost interest quickly if you lead us on but never take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. We might seem to flirt a lot, but a girl always thinks about the one guy she really likes right before she falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. When a girl likes a guy, she subconsciously gives him a song that makes her think of him every time she hears it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. If guys do the same as girls do in #77, tell her what song reminds you of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Randomly compliment girls in conversations. If you’re talking about sports, be like “Oh, by the way, that shirt really made your eyes look green today.” It totally throws us off, and we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Ask us about how we’re doing once in a while, and at least pretend to be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. If we’re not talking to you, we secretly want you to talk to us first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Play with our hair without being like a gay hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. We get really happy when you show any sign of interest. Don’t just do it and then never do it again. Bad bad bad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Keep up the conversation on IM and phones and in person! Don’t be awkward. That’s bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. We will always feel bad if we don’t like you back. Not all girls are b!tches, no matter what you may think. We hate to reject you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. ok, so some girls are b!tches and they like rejecting boys, but the people who wrote this group are not. better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. If we say “Let’s just be friends”, we really mean it. Don’t keep trying to pursue us, and don’t say ok and then ignore us. That’s just mean and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. It’s adorable when a best guy friend who a girl has thought about liking confesses he likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. If you’re single, find the one girl who’s always there on the sidelines at your football game, or at each of your concerts, all your baseball games. She loves you. Her excuse may be that she’s there for her brother, but she’s really there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. After you find that girl, smile at her once in a while, it’ll mean the world to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Get to know her, you’ll make her year first of all, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll end up liking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Not all blondes are b!tches. Some are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Not all blondes are sluts. Some have morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. In your mind, give every girl a chance. Each one deserves at least one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Girls fantasize too, its just not always about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. We girls give you guys code names so that you don’t know that we’re talking about you. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If you’re jealous, it may suck for you, but we think it’s attractive if you really care that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. If a girl blushes when you talk to her, she either likes you or she’s embarrassed by what you’re saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Girls don’t really write your name on a piece of paper a million times if they like you, that’s a myth…… sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. If a girl really likes you, just seeing you will make her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Even if you aren’t all that cute, and we like you, we think you’re hot. Don’t take advantage of that, take pride in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Every time you smile at us, it may mean only a little to you, but it means the world to us. Don’t take the little things for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-5680826878021672031?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5680826878021672031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5680826878021672031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/5680826878021672031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-9133014362033923564</id><published>2010-01-22T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:16:00.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, today is random.&lt;br /&gt;i was just looking at photos really, and i really really miss the percussion gang -heartbreaks-, really can't wait for the 28th dinner with themmmmmmmmmmm, whoooopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees ~ i miss like CHERYL LEE, ohmygosh. we need to talktalktalk! seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was alrighto, had loadsoflaughterousfun, with peiqi, darlinq -insertstrillonsofhearts- love her ttm, &lt;: she so funny, so understanding yeah. haha, we both agree, - insertname- is IRRATATING, ohmygosh. so funny. like why cannot go away. at least it isn't so bad now-a-days yeah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to:-insertsnamesomeone- &amp;amp; really cannot tolerate people with no sense of originality. like ZOMG, get a life. like, ewwwww. it ain't nice to.  tution tonights, not hoping for the best, hope bev's MAMA shop is close a well as Stanley's new MAMA shop will close as well, if not i will be watching people delightfully eating while i can't :(  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pvc's interview, kinda okay, but who can get past an interview with so many people staring at you for answers? i can. haha, i did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it ever happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, many people do say i lost weight. ._. but it's not like i'm extremly thin right! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-9133014362033923564?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9133014362033923564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-today-is-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9133014362033923564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9133014362033923564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-today-is-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-6387584363288094651</id><published>2010-01-21T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T04:55:15.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates.</title><content type='html'>well, i'm feeeling really neutral, been talking alot to Anson, and Athirah because they just, ZOMG, love them ttm. i am just, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; insecurity, when i look at her. yet when i talk to you, i forget everything, talk about short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-6387584363288094651?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6387584363288094651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6387584363288094651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6387584363288094651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates.html' title='updates.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-9128155677030093605</id><published>2010-01-19T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:20:10.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN~</title><content type='html'>yeah, when i woke up this morning i was in superb pain, i stoned for about 5 minutes, and actually wanted to go back to sleep cause when you sleep you obviously cannot feel the pain! hah, went to school with weiru, her dad kindly sent us (: saw evangeline on the way. she saw me too! so funny! (: the ride was really funny, cause her dad kept talking. haha. rched, seperated, everybody was wanting to see my teeth. -.- and fel said i was crazy to pay to hurt myself. haha. today was okay, except i think i will flunk my amaths, and i wanted to sleep the whole day, zzzzz. and my braces hurt and yes, i think how i put the wax, it's not helping! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back for steering comm and then maths remedial, got mashed potatoes at LP, cheap and alot!. HAH, then did some work with Jaron&amp;amp;all. quite funny time. haha, then hom-ed with monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; i just can't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-9128155677030093605?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9128155677030093605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9128155677030093605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9128155677030093605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html' title='PAIN~'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-7639371056291306</id><published>2010-01-18T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:22:26.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRACES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S1RSTlUG6WI/AAAAAAAAA8k/BoB67aAvA3c/s1600-h/CIMG5090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S1RSTlUG6WI/AAAAAAAAA8k/BoB67aAvA3c/s200/CIMG5090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428053947275733346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! i just got my braces(: really, that's all, got nothing much to say cause pretty much super busy now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes i find my mum so annoying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-7639371056291306?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7639371056291306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/braces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7639371056291306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/7639371056291306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/braces.html' title='BRACES.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S1RSTlUG6WI/AAAAAAAAA8k/BoB67aAvA3c/s72-c/CIMG5090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-3336948476684961918</id><published>2010-01-12T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:30:17.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;today, right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) my head hurts&lt;br /&gt;2) i feel ill&lt;br /&gt;3) having a little fever &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's like SS to chiong ~ and there's like a-maths homework, and a-maths test, and REP. and camp. i want to pengsan. just fall flat on the ground so that i can get rest. &amp;amp; like my stupid ss doc cannot open, and then there's PSP. there's just so much in my mind, that my mind/head/brain hurts hurts hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhh, and today i seemed fine, but gab could sense i abit out. yesterday, sad-happy, today too hyper to be true, hyper and then sad, and then i don't know. LOL. and gave gab a letter in a prayer form, super awesome! &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks peiqiho, aiai. for hug this morning, almost cried in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something i discovered in a f&amp;amp;n book that made me and Valery ZOMG-ING and keep laughing. i have to tell, but not you anyway. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta chiong now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; A-MATHS . zomg, thanks for so much homework today and test somemore, i will be dead i assure you and where's all the help promised by people!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- who am i, that you should have done all this? well, anyway. Thank You, for i don't deserve it, yet you gave it to me. PTL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-3336948476684961918?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3336948476684961918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3336948476684961918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/3336948476684961918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-8725289241125026394</id><published>2010-01-11T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:28:24.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap.</title><content type='html'>pms today very bad. dk whether PMS or whatever can,i am super confused cause this is super complicating to me. which is i don't know what also. that's freaking lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORMY, i appreciate your trying to make me happy, it just ain't working. :( i mean my happiness always works on you, and you will be happy but today, magical effect ain't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do this: go to a beach and scream. well, tmr we are ALL going to scream somewhere. because they are my goodpals. so they help me release whatever i need to. okay, i find myself weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunyang, have to go hospital. lols, we are emoing together, what crap? Hah. anyway. we need to talk, stupid brother. stupidbrother. mabye not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to call Gabriel bro soon. soon. soon. soon. because today, is just that unbearable. i just dkwhy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH, i had fun in f&amp;amp;n today and stuff, i love Monica budddddddddy! keep making me laugh and laugh &lt;: aiaiai. i thank you all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i almost lost my a-maths tb, and i just suddenly wanted to cry. LOL. it is that random, and crazy today, and today, iw as totally undecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I HAVE MY RIGHTS TO KNOW. SHIT, BUT THERE'S NO COURAGE.&lt;/span&gt; ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-8725289241125026394?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8725289241125026394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/8725289241125026394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/8725289241125026394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/crap.html' title='crap.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-6311073869034162234</id><published>2010-01-09T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:35:00.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;well, yesterday was like superduper funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school-ed , lessons and stuff. then had one extra period after school. a-maths. like she teach invers matrix and stuff, so short . then we went, lunched , never save seat for me ar :( so went over to seat with brandon and his friends and ZOMG. the sec one's are really.. really ... FUNNNY. i couldn't even eat when sitting with them cause the whole time i was laughing along with them! haha, and their classmates cannot believe the senior sit with their classmates. LOL. eventually friends there have space so went to sit with them if not i can forget about eating, went cca fair, could tell brandon super freaked out by people who like come to him adn surround him and stuff. HAHA. so, joining pvc. but mother wants me to pull out totally but i don't want. what's her problem? always say she let me do what i want in the end never, a-maths is just another example. talking about that, a-maths tution i about fifteen minutes and i'm proud to say i haven't done my homework because i forgot whatever he taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; random: found out felicia's name is ... fei-li-shan-zu :B HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cca fair, hung out. it was superfunny and oh i miss the old times. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday science tution was superblyfunny. HAHA. had some young teacher relief, mr ling. LOLS. he talk until super chim. so most of the time, me and bev was laughing like crazy and ro was like trying to shut us up. oh, and yeah. it was a crazy lesson, chelsea say we were too hard on him, cause he couldn't handle us. ahha. say pyy in class, guess he's new and stuff, well. and we went to disturb miss farrah! who still owes us cookies. huhu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall now prepare for tution, ohman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 4 more days to braces! yay &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-6311073869034162234?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6311073869034162234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6311073869034162234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/6311073869034162234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday.html' title='yesterday.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-2385531922987080690</id><published>2010-01-07T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:37:51.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbZorRXfI/AAAAAAAAA78/OOHmZKO94YA/s1600-h/CIMG4969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbZorRXfI/AAAAAAAAA78/OOHmZKO94YA/s200/CIMG4969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423982559699754482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbZMKrTqI/AAAAAAAAA70/gc7KDLC3BnA/s1600-h/CIMG4965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbZMKrTqI/AAAAAAAAA70/gc7KDLC3BnA/s200/CIMG4965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423982552046849698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbY9ZcsGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/sZG0HIg5zwI/s1600-h/CIMG4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbY9ZcsGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/sZG0HIg5zwI/s200/CIMG4964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423982548082274402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the morning, love my new hair! :D thanks many to aunty rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbX4H3CqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/y011n7UX1U0/s1600-h/CIMG4944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbX4H3CqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/y011n7UX1U0/s200/CIMG4944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423982529486457506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dress i wore during first svcs on year, where they claim i look too feminine, very not me.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XakcdoLII/AAAAAAAAA7E/NMNboV19jSE/s1600-h/CIMG4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XakcdoLII/AAAAAAAAA7E/NMNboV19jSE/s200/CIMG4880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423981645888236674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;countdown party , i love my suspenders :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XakKuoqPI/AAAAAAAAA68/f7wRZpmY75I/s1600-h/CIMG4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XakKuoqPI/AAAAAAAAA68/f7wRZpmY75I/s200/CIMG4879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423981641127733490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SCHOOL BAG .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XajhDbP4I/AAAAAAAAA60/CA4Ep0N2Ww4/s1600-h/CIMG4877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XajhDbP4I/AAAAAAAAA60/CA4Ep0N2Ww4/s200/CIMG4877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423981629940645762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so photo updates as promised, psp monday was super dying. zomg. TUESDAY WAS OKAY, GOT LESSONS, was late for Amaths class, teacher was like some speed train that i almost cried during amaths, :( so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yeah! i wanted to cry during my first lesson of A-MATHS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's that , keith told me she's good teacher, so shall believe i can! and then Wednesday is super interesting, not cause of school. i think i lazy talk update about school alr. other than Mrs Chew, my a-maths teacher keep calling me and Monica for no apparent reason. HAHA. Monica is super funny. &lt;:   &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wednesday went to dentist and checked , BRACES WITHOUT EXTRACTION! :D and dad agreed for me to have BRACES. people think i'm crazy, cause i wanna put braces, but like super cool even though it will hurt and stuff, what's more, i will have that beautiful smile i want after sec4, HAHA! lols. but, appt is next Wednesday! and it will hurt and i cannot eat anything but... porridge! and next three days camp some more, so, i have SPECIAL DIET! haha, so cool. LOLS! &amp;amp; had very nice comments made. haha. THANKYOU! :D that's why i love my new hairstyle. hehe. &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for the funniest comment wormbuddy. HAHA! it makes me feel better to endure the pain i guess. (: &amp;amp; i shall make the face you don't like &lt;: HAHA! see you soon &amp;amp; study hard! and all the best for your council. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;today had a SHOCK in the morning, a little angry, but at least today had great talking with ATHIRAH. i missed talking to her! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was awesomely funny! made chinese names with denise! she calls me ah-bi-ga i call her ding-ni. HAHA! :D felicia one more funny, but i keep forgetting cause it is superlong! really fun lah , haha , even exco meeting was fun, cannot reveal details, PRIVATE&amp;amp;CONFIDENTIAL. haha! today i had awesome time with classmates &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is so paiseah, suppose to send an sms to Ian, I SENT IT TO HAROLD INSTEAD! that turned out super bad ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and peiqi told em about someone go bomb shelter got possessed, SUPER-EEEEEEEKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i think how you look now, is super disgusting :x&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sec 3 sucks, yet rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxo&lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-2385531922987080690?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2385531922987080690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2385531922987080690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/2385531922987080690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/S0XbZorRXfI/AAAAAAAAA78/OOHmZKO94YA/s72-c/CIMG4969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-8615064053184114311</id><published>2010-01-04T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:23:54.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am dying, shall update sneaks soon okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-8615064053184114311?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8615064053184114311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-dying-shall-update-sneaks-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/8615064053184114311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/8615064053184114311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-dying-shall-update-sneaks-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-9104941238085627906</id><published>2009-12-31T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:24:01.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown partyyyyyyyyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was awesome, met all of them at pastamania's then walked over to TC, while waiting for doors to open, mingled around and talked a while. then doors opened, got seats. chit-chatted while waiting for performances and stuff to start. first performance was kinda uhhh cause i did't understand much chinese. second performance was some guy band, i think, i can' t really remember the sequence correctly. uh, kinda okay, then third they had gesture of faith, they were awesome! then they had a performcance, not taking part in the youthnet got talent competition, this small boy who did a mj thing, super cute. HAHA. the cell guys were irratating at times, haha, and i kept hitting this guy who sat infront of me for being uber irratating, then had this violin guy, benson, he was really good! :D then had a skit, i saw sarah! bimbo, and me and yvonnee did like this super random thing, after the skit we stood up and cheered and clap. SUPER FUNNY. and like only we did, we did that again i think when the drug-addict chinese guy, forgot his name sung, he's good. then they had like this nobody dance thing, SUPERCUTE! I saw Hansol dancing, haha. then they had this girl singing Faith, she's good sadly she did't win, gesture of faith won but yeah, they are good (: haha. then had awesome worship, then pastor eugene preached, oh and HOHO, he was wearing suspenders like me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha and theme was Shine like stars, and i tell you! i was really into stars last night, i had like this star trend thing, even my blog follows it before i went to the countdown, how supercool! &lt;: like see, this blog created a few days ago and i made my profile title shinelikeastar! cause i was just into stars suddenly, must be GOD ! haha &lt;: really funnilycute!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had worship, and last 5 minutes watched a video. then worship! then they showed this really cute vid of youthnet members ove rthe world, they did a advr dance, i forgot what adver but really cute! at 00:00 worship and we had this little stars thing, wrote our name and like our commitment to God to shine like a star, superbly awesome, then went outside waited for Dad to come pick me and Gab up, took pics with serliong, haha. and was irratated by some guys, who disturbed me say i violent. HAHA. i just can't tell you how much fun i had! :D it was superawesmome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on FB.&lt;br /&gt;Abigail Chang: Shine like stars 2010! &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;14 minutes ago · Comment ·Like Unlike&lt;br /&gt;Yvonee Chew likes this.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonee Chew i foresee lots of starry accessories coming along! :p&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes ago ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. true, i alr had this star acessories trend coming . haha, super awesome,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday was really loads of fun! :D i enjoyed it thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-9104941238085627906?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9104941238085627906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-partyyyyyyyyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9104941238085627906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/9104941238085627906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-partyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='countdown partyyyyyyyyyyyy!'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-4693091129311153877</id><published>2009-12-30T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:18:51.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 2009.</title><content type='html'>this is going to be a very long post &lt;:  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwPfwD3zLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/5E09pZKW4QI/s1600-h/CIMG4857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwPfwD3zLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/5E09pZKW4QI/s200/CIMG4857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421225089598737586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new book i'm starting on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOpZS1HbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Vwcd94SQ4FE/s1600-h/CIMG4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOpZS1HbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Vwcd94SQ4FE/s200/CIMG4859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421224155774524850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOpL6bxkI/AAAAAAAAA6c/MbJoR5_J2wo/s1600-h/CIMG4855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOpL6bxkI/AAAAAAAAA6c/MbJoR5_J2wo/s200/CIMG4855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421224152182539842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOo5R0cBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/G1j6ouMIToI/s1600-h/CIMG4852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOo5R0cBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/G1j6ouMIToI/s200/CIMG4852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421224147180351506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE THESE PUFFS, i ate one and half box finished alr :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOoZs6-GI/AAAAAAAAA6M/W7XLU8TtANA/s1600-h/CIMG4836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOoZs6-GI/AAAAAAAAA6M/W7XLU8TtANA/s200/CIMG4836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421224138704091234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOoH10RzI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wk1267oHVKk/s1600-h/CIMG4831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwOoH10RzI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wk1267oHVKk/s200/CIMG4831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421224133909563186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colored candies, with the cute cute pics, was a gift. very cute &amp;amp; kinda can't bear to eat them, &lt;:&lt;br /&gt; daily updates first: &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so eventually, yesterday didn't go buy bag cause when mom came back it was kinda too late, so stayed home and telley all the way, cause dad went out so can watch my 10.30 drama till mdnight! ^^ super touching, and if guys like zhiying really existed. HA! four more ep to go, shall try to watch them online cause school reopen cannot watch alr. :(  &lt;a href="http://thinandbeautiful.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; zhiying is super nicceeeeee boyf material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinandbeautiful.com/"&gt;thinandbeautiful.com&lt;/a&gt; the book was really good, but sad cause at the later part one of the thinspiration girls that the main character met online died of a heartattack?! okay, srsly, teens or young people don't really get heart attacks, so yeah, it was kinda casue of the girl's eating disorder, scary yeah? and your period will stop if you don't eat healthy, so yeah. that's kinda the book. i can't believe there are girls like that out there, srsly, so thin until your bones practically stick out of you, that's sick, not beautiful. really sick. &amp;amp; the new book i'm starting on is Love lies by Adele Parks, it's about some lady who meets a pop-star and he proposes to her ,(which is like her dream) and she's living the life of a celebrity, TADA, but then, she missing her oldd boyfriend, so she has to choose! interesting, sounds scandalous. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, mom's meeting me at bugis to shop around and get my bag, but then later she take so much time i cannot go countdown &gt;: she's like not caring now, like WALAO! i want go leh! shall call my father to ask! he better pick up , okay, so he answered, he ask me to ask my mother. and my mother ask me to ask him, so i shall ask myself, can i go? CAN LA. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ihopeso)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; my mum just called to ask me to get ready, i was like HUH!? WE MEETING AT 12.45 LEH! so early, i go bugis take less than an houur pleaseeeee. she excited. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so everyone knows today is the last day of 2009, i just can't believe it's the end of the year again, it feels like 31st December 2008 was just yesterday! well, i guess it's time again to move on. to the BRIGHT future,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (i hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all i know is i want to have fun on the last day of 2009, cool la. i can't believe how fast time flies, i just felt everything flew right pass my eyes, during the year we complain that time was so slow, to just look back, you wish everything had been slower, that you could erase all the mistakes you've done to make 2009 that perfect year. i wish to cry over 2009's ending, because i'm older! and O's are like closer and closer .. like i bet next year will fly by again! and then it will be o's like dam. so depressing uh, singapore study life, but i know i won't be alone at least (: i just really want to thank God for what a great year it has been, for all the great people he blessed me with, for all the great things he's done this year,  and all the great lessons he gave me. thank you really, this year has been awesome, and it's really time to put everything bad behind me and to start afresh once again &lt;: have fun today people, enjoy your last day of 2009 like i hope i will &lt;:   &amp;amp; yes it'll be over in 12 hours and 45 minutes. so prepare to say goodbye to 2009 and hello to 2010.    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; iloveyou, you might no know, you might not tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-4693091129311153877?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4693091129311153877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4693091129311153877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4693091129311153877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html' title='last day of 2009.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzwPfwD3zLI/AAAAAAAAA6s/5E09pZKW4QI/s72-c/CIMG4857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-4299990470446602010</id><published>2009-12-29T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:41:41.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?</title><content type='html'>okay, so i called valery to ask about shopping for bags. she told me to go tampines. Other than that, she told me that they had a meeting today in school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(now why was i not informed?)&lt;/span&gt; and she got some what scolded by Miss Lie for nothing? because of suelynn and sec one booklet's stuff. &amp;amp; becasue i wasn't in school to help? why? simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW, LET ME ASK AGAIN, WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whywhywhywhywhywhy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i want my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliant right? now i am going to die, this is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- SCREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting up with valery now, i miss her moutainloads.&lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- insertsbillions&amp;amp;trillionsofhearts-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eventhoughijustsawhertwodaysago!)&lt;/span&gt; haha. she is super  funny can? HAHA. shall try to stop here now,&lt;br /&gt;cause i am too much of multi-tasking, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; currently reading this book,&lt;a href="http://thinandbeautiful.com/"&gt; thinandbeautiful.com&lt;/a&gt; by Liane Shaw, about eating disorders, quite cool. and check out the website! yes, the website is the title of the book, just check both the webpage and the book for eating disorders! :B cool eh, they got some eating disorder prison thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-4299990470446602010?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4299990470446602010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4299990470446602010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/4299990470446602010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html' title='WHAT?'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-272543779228195301</id><published>2009-12-29T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:30:16.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk&amp;talk&amp;talk&amp;talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v-IE_ACPRpE9k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IE_ACPRpE9k&lt;/a&gt; - check this out, tried embedding it but cannot be seen, don't know why ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really cool vid Ian intro to me, (: thanks IanChuaKunTing! haha.&lt;br /&gt;deciding if i should go meet my mum later to shop for school bag, limited time to shop and besides, we don't even know where to find. any idea? ohwell. haha, slowly find loh. tomorrow's the countdown and guess what? i haven't even asked if i could go, i think my mum kinda hinted and stuff that she let me go, like YIPPPPPPPPE.  have to ask again to confirm and stuff, hopefully, she said i've been goooooooooood so yeah. like yeah. :D- jumps for joy- then i'll ask if i can stay over at mskau's and stuff, but mabye she won't let. haha. Grace Loke is confirm going, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she confirm de, her dad confirm let her go cause church thing, haha.&lt;/span&gt; Raecia might be going, Joelynn ain't gonna stay but going countdown, Germaine not sure and My dearest Michelle is still in don't know where country. HAHA. Currently talking to Ian &amp;amp; Brian, Iam - church and stuff , Brian- He's not going to transfer out of GV and he's in my class. HAHA. so cool, we won't lose a 2e3-ian after all (: i mean, after we lost API. haha. shall stop here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; don't try. cause you know it will never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, xoxos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-272543779228195301?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/272543779228195301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/272543779228195301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/272543779228195301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpwww.html' title='talk&amp;talk&amp;talk&amp;talk'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018303969919121443.post-1016069036683883001</id><published>2009-12-28T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:20:56.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, nows like the holiday period so yeah, &amp;amp; yes though it's ending soon, can get quite boring after everything. i miss all the stupid, crappy, fun i had the past two months, will definately miss these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moments alot. and i'll miss this little girl who's always been disturbing me, almost always accompanying me, and almost always gossiping with me, tolerating my stupid blaberings, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzmoX0fIgCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/XwKntdNtnIY/s1600-h/19633_218735239102_702289102_3229146_2518993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420548753696784418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTjfjfDdiAQ/SzmoX0fIgCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/XwKntdNtnIY/s200/19633_218735239102_702289102_3229146_2518993_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHERYL LEE, zomg &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;she made me realise how distant i grew from my ganmei's. that i never had as much fun with them as the fun i had with her. mabye it's because it was possible to spend so much time together with her, unlike with my ganmei's, i guess a sunday morning talk/crap seession with them isn't gonna help anymore. it just feels like everybody's changing, i guess i am changing too. i guess everybody will, friends will fade out of your life slowly if you forget them, so don't ever forget. thank God for 2009, for all the people he blessed me with, great people i can look up to,&lt;br /&gt;MTT, Ms Lie, Ruixiang, Yvonnee, Ms Kau, e.t.c.&lt;br /&gt;and my wondeful classmates, &amp;amp; schoolmates, &amp;amp;council peeps.&lt;br /&gt;woth my wonderful pals, PeiQiHo, Joy Heng, Delphin Koh, Zackiah, SiMun, XinYee, Athirah, Suelynn, Valery, Felicia, Shaquilla ... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;really want to thank the friends amongest me who were always there for me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not forgetting my gan's as well &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;loveyouguysmanymany. &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my cell is the best!&lt;br /&gt;ilovethemsomuchmuchmuch!&lt;br /&gt;Joelynn, Raecia, Michelle, Germaine, Grace Loke.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the wonderful community he put me in,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thank God for my family! :D&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been really great, not the best, because life's always an rollar coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              , xoxos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018303969919121443-1016069036683883001?l=mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1016069036683883001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/1016069036683883001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018303969919121443/posts/default/1016069036683883001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthing-blabblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-my-heart.html' title='from my heart.'/><author><name>Abe&amp;#39;s! 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