<?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-2724877584398608949</id><updated>2011-12-04T22:41:44.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The side of me that is real</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-440703200014487811</id><published>2010-07-06T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:45:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As most of you know, I have not been updating my blog. But I have moved to Tumblr.com. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Visit me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweet-formality.tumblr.com"&gt;http://sweet-formality.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if you have a Tumblog if your own, follow me~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-440703200014487811?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/440703200014487811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=440703200014487811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/440703200014487811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/440703200014487811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-here.html' title='End here.'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3104209558439025440</id><published>2010-04-04T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:25:42.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is it about regrets that moves us, that overwhelms us, that empowers us, that denies our right to comfort ourselves and to tell ourselves that the decision(s) have been made and there's nothing you can do to take it back? So what if the consequences were too hard to handle, or that you were faced with such unfairness from life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't that just how it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not everything has to go your way - despite what others boldly declare to the world. As much as some people say that they want to create their own path, create their own destiny for themselves.. you gotta wonder: Do you really think God would give us that much power over our lives? That everything, and i mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; is done by Free Will? Sure, we make mistakes; we have our stupid moments, but at every turn don't anyone notice the subtle control in the background? Don't anyone realize that certain choices you make has their consequences? The consequences are the control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a time where i regretted everything i did, and certain times i don't. That was when i got stupid, foolish, self-centered, and bitter. I hurt people; my family, my friends - people who cared about me unconditionally, never leaving my side despite the treatment i gave them. They love me despite the choices i made. Sure they will reminisce and certain grudges resurface, but there's always room for forgiveness. Always. Of course, you can't forgive someone right out of the bat, or a snap of a finger. No, but it's not impossible or illogical. Given time, forgiveness will grow on us and you will one day forget and forgive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, i have not regretted the choices i made. Things happen and i have to accept the consequences given to me. If He wishes to punish me, i will gladly accept it, live through it and learn from the mistakes. I will understand why it happened and i will know that i will not repeat the same mistake ever again. I grow stronger this way, and i've never looked back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, i forgive u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3104209558439025440?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3104209558439025440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3104209558439025440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3104209558439025440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3104209558439025440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgiving.html' title='forgiving'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-9109066800659327556</id><published>2010-03-19T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:15:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the last minute my family decides to plan a family vacay (without my father, tho he was the one who planned this). So here i am, in Siloso Beach Resort, Sentosa, enjoying what little view we got - not that we don't have much of a view. So-so i guess. I can see the beach outside the window, and lots of people walking past by. I was expecting a huge crowd down below, but i guess not. Prolly coz of the moody rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 5 days since that evening when you texted me. As much as it was a shock to me, i guess it was bound to happen - given our rocky situation when March began. Since the first day, i realised we went downhill, fight after fight. I know the pain that you're going through but it's too late now, things have changed and i dont think i can go back to how i was before without remembering the bitter words you said to me - out of anger or not. It was unacceptable and i cannot comprehend how little you cared about me when you said all those things. Even if it was out of anger, it came from you. You were conscious enough to say those things, and it took you 3-4 days just to realise how wrong you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It may have been 3-4 days, but within those days i have gotten numb, devoid of emotion i had for you. I do not hate you, but the love i used to have has set sail. It's gone now, and to get it back will prove too difficult - if there was a chance of being back together. It may seem too much to ask but please take care of yourself. I know you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's best that we're out of each other's lives. Maybe with this both of us can breathe easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-9109066800659327556?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/9109066800659327556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=9109066800659327556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/9109066800659327556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/9109066800659327556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/03/notice.html' title='notice'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6206573371085337101</id><published>2010-03-15T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:53:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I looked out my window tonight. The stars were beautiful. They were sparkling like diamonds. I saw the Orion's Belt too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna stay numb. I dont wanna feel anything. Why am i feeling like everything is caving in on me? Why did it hurt when i saw those stars out tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6206573371085337101?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6206573371085337101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6206573371085337101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6206573371085337101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6206573371085337101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/03/seeing-stars.html' title='seeing stars'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-8945221962428968729</id><published>2010-03-14T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:24:53.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"We're through. It's over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-8945221962428968729?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/8945221962428968729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=8945221962428968729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8945221962428968729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8945221962428968729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitter-end.html' title='bitter end'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3022112962212358313</id><published>2010-03-04T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:22:16.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>period</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Thursday, and I'm not looking forward to the next few days that are coming soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things aren't going so well as of this moment, and i can't really tell why it happened, what made it happen, or how it happen. All i can tell is that i am not holding up as well as i should've on my "better" days. Maybe coz the period is adding more pressure into my head and my nerves, so i guess all i'm feeling now is emo.. emo.. angst angst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sucks, really. When you plan not to show a hint of emotion to anyone, only to realise it somehow found a way to slip through your tight fists and revealed itself to your closest friends, if not that special someone in your life. I may not be the best person to give advice to sometimes, but i'd love to help anyone who are in need of some TLC. But when it comes to me, most of the time you won't even know i'm going through something because by the time you ask me what's going on, i've settled it a long time ago. And my soul would also be "mended" by then, like it never affected me in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sucks more sometimes, that you just don't want any other soul to know but the only thing, the only way to make you feel better, is to tell someone and share your sorrows. I don't want to burden anyone, not even my mother with my minuscule matters. She's got enough on her mind to be burdened by, and hearing mine would not ease her heart in the least. I don't want to tell my friends coz half the time they would stop listening and pretend that they are, or interrupt me and talk about their life which i whole-heartedly listen til the very end. No one really wanna know what i'm going through because it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; compared to their BGR stories and family feuds. So why should i wanna share if i know no one would listen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right, getting emo again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up 4 hours too early. Slept 4 hours too short. Had only spoken 2 words ever since 830am, and i prefer to keep it that way. Feel like breaking down every 5 seconds. Charging my phone as of this moment (has been on Silent ever since yesterday, don't ask why) and re-formatting my thumb-drive coz i just feel like cleaning up and erasing things. Oh, and did i mention i erased several photos from my phone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're not the only one going through shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3022112962212358313?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3022112962212358313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3022112962212358313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3022112962212358313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3022112962212358313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/03/period.html' title='period'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6355978833602620414</id><published>2010-03-02T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:06:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not entirely true that what you've given me was an ultimatum, but technically it became one in my eyes. I know full well that it was the right thing to do, and i have to end my selfish reasons and foolish justifications, so that i can change for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You cared enough to share what you thought to me, and i respect what you have said. You mean the world to me and i dont want you to think lowly of me, for i do not think so lowly of you either. You may not believe it but i do want to mend my ways. One thing i shall ask though: do give me time. Old habits die damn hard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P1205_25-02-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to my lovely classmates of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;F706&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you've changed me in many ways than one. We were a complete bunch of misfits, no doubt about it, but without the odds and ends of each and every one of our personalities, school life would've been dreadfully boring. I've never tasted a much livelier bunch, a safe bunch, and a good bunch. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you've been a dear to me and i wish i've been the same to you. :) You're my opposite, my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;eville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; alter ego if i could say so ;) heheh. I love you with all my heart sweets, know that to be true. :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Thank you guys, once again, for accepting me as your friend. See you during &lt;b&gt;Graduation&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God Bless everyone and take care&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6355978833602620414?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6355978833602620414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6355978833602620414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6355978833602620414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6355978833602620414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-to-you.html' title='Me to you'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6387413920290766387</id><published>2010-02-18T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:42:51.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;study study study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;study study study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;study study study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;(rewind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6387413920290766387?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6387413920290766387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6387413920290766387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6387413920290766387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6387413920290766387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-this-week.html' title='my life this week'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4961674313004148812</id><published>2010-02-02T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:38:16.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm wrapped around your warm finger</title><content type='html'>I be a happy girl today. Why? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; texted wishing us Happy &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;9 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; anniversary. AWW! :) Heart u larh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, ciao peeps. Haha. Overly-short post. :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care and God Bless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-4961674313004148812?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4961674313004148812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4961674313004148812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4961674313004148812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4961674313004148812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-wrapped-around-your-warm-finger.html' title='i&apos;m wrapped around your warm finger'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3120632191744970373</id><published>2010-01-27T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:20:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all's fair in love and war</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Fairness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is fair in Life? Is it compromise? Is it balance? Or is it cloaked as denial? What &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;fair? I have no idea where my religious belief in fairness came from, or spawned out of, but I'm one who is always about fairness and equality - cheesy it is not. I guess it's how i've been raised up when i was younger, or maybe it's coz of how much i want my life to be fair - like i wanted to be treated fairly. If i treat people with utmost fairness, then i wish to be treated with the same respect. Who wouldn't want to receive something of equal calibre, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dunno. Right now i'm wondering if i should react to something that i somewhat refuse to understand or overlook. But if i do react to it, i'm afraid i wouldn't be forgiven, least of all be understood. Maybe i can raise my voice, speak up a little, make known my insecurities? Is that advisable? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;PS (to my friend, G): Haiz.. :( chin up, friend. You look horrible. It's like your glow has been stripped completely, and to be honest i kindda missed it. I'm sure there'd be others who'd agree on that. Again, take it easy. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P281209_1828_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/2724877584398608949-3120632191744970373?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3120632191744970373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3120632191744970373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3120632191744970373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3120632191744970373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/01/alls-fair-in-love-and-war.html' title='all&apos;s fair in love and war'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4847114131080073125</id><published>2010-01-26T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:02:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drum roll please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'M BACK IN BUSINESS, BAYBEH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES! My computer is back up, ready, cleaned out 100% and running faster than it had years before. Apparently, i had so much junk in my acct i was shocked to see how many things i had to delete. LOL! But now that i have reinstalled everything that i lost during the reformatting, i'm happy and satisfied. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-4847114131080073125?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4847114131080073125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4847114131080073125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4847114131080073125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4847114131080073125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/01/drum-roll-please.html' title='drum roll please'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-5629076761576160234</id><published>2010-01-23T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:57:14.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you, G</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dear friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish you know how sad i am to see you like this, to know that this friendship has come to a close on such a solemn note. In spite of how little i know you, i know as much that you care alot for the one i love dearly and hold close to my heart. She's amazing, and we both know that. But at times like these, you gotta stay strong no matter what. As i've said before, when the time is right and it calls for it, walk away. Just walk away, rather than diminishing all the wonderful memories you've collected over the past month. I know it's tough, i've been there, i've felt it, and i've grown. I'm here for you, friend, and i'll always be. We won't see you around much anymore, but you know where to reach me. I'm not far away, and i wont bite. Just know that you got me as a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;All my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-5629076761576160234?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/5629076761576160234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=5629076761576160234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5629076761576160234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5629076761576160234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-you-g.html' title='to you, G'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7662612502921828640</id><published>2010-01-19T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:33:34.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Never have i stayed away from someone for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Never have i missed my beloved so very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Never have i wanted to hold him so very tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Never have i wanted to smile at him so very widely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Never have i looked for a trace of him with longing eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Never have i felt so much love for one person with tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Never have i wished so very hard to see you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Never have i been so happy to hear you'll be with me soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come back to me, like freaking ASAP. I think i'm losing my mind waiting for you for nearly 3 weeks. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7662612502921828640?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7662612502921828640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7662612502921828640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7662612502921828640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7662612502921828640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/01/never.html' title='never'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2861961938599721547</id><published>2010-01-14T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:01:32.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so.. how's me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One would ask: how this blogger is? Why isn't she updating crazy things like she used to? Why isn't she posting tonnes of pictures? Why isn't she reporting every single damn event that happened in her life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, truth is people i am not the type who'd go all out about the privacies of my life. I have boundaries i refuse to cross (i'm sure i've said this a thousand times before) so please, if you're hoping thru and asking all these questions, stop. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, i am a-ok for those who are still too stubborn and is still wondering about me. :) School going great, i'm still sleepy as ever (my entire fault), i haven't seen my dearest &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for nearly 2 weeks, and i am dreading the Final Exams coming this February. I have nothing new and professional to wear to my "interview" that's being graded (part of the curriculum). And.. i am planning to continue my studies after my Diploma :) I'd love the luck and blessing right now y'all! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, short short post. Take care and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2861961938599721547?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2861961938599721547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2861961938599721547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2861961938599721547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2861961938599721547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-hows-me.html' title='so.. how&apos;s me?'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3619400643824841208</id><published>2010-01-06T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:19:14.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices the 2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;8 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a good 8 months. Had tonnes of fun, no doubt. But nothing comes easy and i've finally experienced what i feared the most. It was no surprise to me when it happened, but i was so frightened. Though i am glad that we talked it through and turned out right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're such a.. laid-back couple i dunno if that's even remotely normal these days. Now that we're in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i thought maybe i should rethink about the choices i'm about to make, that might possibly change the way i will live in the future. Now, even though i'm only 21 turning 22, choices these days are getting harder to make, and the consequences are pilling up like there's no tomorrow. We're barely "old" enough - in this case i see people who are 25 and above as old - to handle our own lives without our parents help let alone own a house.. yet here we all are, wondering what, how, and where we're gonna build our adult lives now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is no longer easy, like when we were babies/toddlers/youngsters/adolescents. It's no longer peachy with fluffy clouds or bouncing bunnies or filled with pretty flowers everywhere. Now, it's all about dog-eat-dog, taking every opportunity you can find, work harder than you've ever had, climb the social/professional ladder no matter what the costs.. How sad can life be? Why can't we just get along, be nice to each other, be polite, be gracious, be respectful? Why must the cruelties of life interfere with our goals? Money, sex, backstabbing, lies, deceit, greed.. It's just too sad for me to comprehend how scary my life will get once i'm done studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But that fear, has a part to play in Life. Without fear you will not understand your limits, the consequences, or how much you expand your will to wanna try and overcome that fear, and to gain the ultimate prize after years of hard labour. Wouldn't you want that? No man wouldn't refuse sucha feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow.. I'm only turning 22 and i'm talking like i'm 30. Urgh.. 30. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FEAR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for that more than anything. I cannot imagine seeing myself when i'm 30 years old. OMG. But i do hope when i reach that age, i'm already having a kid of my own :) that'd be awesome beyond splendid. Amazing beyond wonderful. Beautiful beyond breathtaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK! Done. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3619400643824841208?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3619400643824841208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3619400643824841208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3619400643824841208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3619400643824841208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/01/choices-2nd.html' title='choices the 2nd'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-38315041931775721</id><published>2010-01-04T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:39:23.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gbye 2009.. Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A decade before i was stressing myself out with PSLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A decade before i was fantasizing on which Secondary School i'd be going to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A decade before i was thinking of the perfect sec sch sweetheart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short post. Nothing interesting to report, really. Sad but true. Just that school's been.. tough, but manageable i guess? I just can't wait to leave this school with my DIP. I do wish i get it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-38315041931775721?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/38315041931775721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=38315041931775721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/38315041931775721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/38315041931775721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2010/01/gbye-2009-hello-2010.html' title='gbye 2009.. Hello 2010'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-8860801931744357308</id><published>2009-12-29T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:17:14.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner is... Sezaire - wait, WTH?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Warning: This post will be full of text, no pictures of any sort, and it might offend some people. This blogger, however, do not have any intentions to offend, hurt, or cross any lines with anyone who knows her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salutations! OK, so i'm supposed to be working on my report right now but there is something i've been meaning to get out of my chest ever since the Results show aired on Saturday. As you all know, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sezaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; won &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Singapore Idol Season 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Some may think he deserved it, while others were sure &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would win. I hadn't been following the show like i used to when i was younger, but when i watched her sing on the finale i was sure she would nail it because all three judges were beyond impressed with her performance, her voice and her talent. Even &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Ken Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hinted that she was the better singer, and the deserving winner for this season. But, to no surprise, Sezaire &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(the underdog dubbed by my own Momsie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won. I literally screamed at the top of my lungs. Not in happiness. Not with cheer. But in complete, and utter shock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously. Like, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three seasons straight all the - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;assumin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - PRs/foreigners were always getting the lowest votes, the harsh cruelty of the patriotic fans... I mean what is this?? You wanna import American Idol to Singapore: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. You wanna open the auditions to EVERYONE: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So comes the foreigners from all walks of life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Australians, M'sians [i think], etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But when they were chosen to be the finalist and were depending on the people, which in this case are the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SINGAPOREANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, to vote, they hardly get enough to save them for the next round. And why???&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT TRUE-BLUE SINGAPOREANS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I mean, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You auditioned them.. you welcomed them.. you supported them.. but &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seems to wanna give them the chance they deserve because they are &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; born-Singaporean. -____- OMG we are &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;URGH. i was so freaking mad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FREAKING, OVERLY MAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you people dont wanna have a true-blue Singaporean to be your Singapore Idol, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; audition them in the first place! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; invite them over here. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; manipulate them. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; give them hopes that foreign talent &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ARE ABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to win! GEEZ!!!! OMG, my blood is boiling as of this moment and i am not kidding. What kind of behaviour is this?? And now i know they gonna have another season -.- well have fun then. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; be surprised if the foreign talents in the top 12/13 get voted off even before they can &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PROVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; their worth in the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh, please larh.. Don't act hospitable and then after that go patriotic and vote for the truest person - the true-blue Singaporean. So what if Sylvia is born-Philippines? She's got the chops, the makings of a wonderful singer/entertainer. You gave her hope. You gave her motivation. And then you just drop her like she was nothing because she's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Singaporean???? Geez! Come on, seh.. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe the people who voted &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;blind. Poor Ken gotta waste his saliva all night saying to vote wisely; not based on looks or charisma alone, but by their sheer talent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You really think you made the right choice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-8860801931744357308?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/8860801931744357308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=8860801931744357308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8860801931744357308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8860801931744357308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/12/winner-is-sezaire-wait-wth.html' title='Winner is... Sezaire - wait, WTH?!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2014184087890471567</id><published>2009-12-24T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:45:02.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satellite heart</title><content type='html'>Elo-elo! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as i promised, the new 'do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P231209_1757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/RecentlyUpdated4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2014184087890471567?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2014184087890471567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2014184087890471567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2014184087890471567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2014184087890471567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/12/satellite-heart.html' title='satellite heart'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-8136583869448503951</id><published>2009-12-22T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:14:31.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 straight hours :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salutations, my fellow readers. Welcome to me-wittle blog. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, i have come to leave y'all hanging and wondering how i am with stuffs thats going on in my life. Much to your dismay, i'm a private person - depending on the things i keep private and close to my heart. But there are things i cannot hold in. Things that i'm so proud of. Things that deserve to be told, shared and seen by many :) And those are of my pals, and my beloved family. Some may disagree with the fact that i disclose many things in here, but i know the lines drawn between what's private and what's public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, the final year peeps are dreading the day when we gotta go back to the place that is TP. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just isn't enough for us to completely lie down on our beds, think about things that we never thought we would, and begin indulging in our past as a crazy bunch of misfits. :) Despite being like a dysfunctional family, we were still a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna miss everyone once we &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; graduate from school! Gosh, i can see it now... the tears, the flashes from the cameras, the tight hugs and speeches, the air-kisses and the shaking of hands, the pride btwn student and teacher and parent(s), and the certificates given to every single one of us. Wow.. as much as i fear for the emotions i will be having on that very day, the relief i will feel once i step out of that school will be humongous that i think, that sort of emotion, will be the biggest i've ever felt in my life. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh.. i'm graduating at age &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. -.- old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture time! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/RecentlyUpdated3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Izyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and her new hair-cut :D lovin' it babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P191209_2227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've saved my long, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hair for so long i can't remember when i started keeping it. I'm gonna miss this hair coz people: listen up! I'm gonna &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it, have bangs (maybe) and sport on a new 'do! :D Yes. ME! And being ME, i shall post a pic of me after i snip my tresses for everyone to see!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Til then, take care y'all, and God Bless :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-8136583869448503951?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/8136583869448503951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=8136583869448503951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8136583869448503951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8136583869448503951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-straight-hours.html' title='5 straight hours :)'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7324037071386262376</id><published>2009-12-07T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:35:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>years i will always cherish. friends i will always remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Month: December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Week: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Occasion: Term Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last and final set of term test that all 3rd yrs will be doing for this week. And hopefully, no one's gotta repeat another semester and do another 6 mths of dreary classes and rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And after that, Final Year Examinations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A month or so later, GRADUATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh.. Now that i think about it, which i have to admit, is becoming much like a constant thought than a mere event that we're naturally bound to feel exhilarated about, i feel pretty sad that we're gonna leave this school - FINALLY! - but still, no more funny shit in school.. no more looking at beautiful people.. no more ditching classes and having hefty lunch.. no more bubbly friends to chillax with.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very much gonna miss all that. Gonna miss my lovely class. Miss my bestie of 3 yrs - praying for more to come. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P021209_1102-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7324037071386262376?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7324037071386262376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7324037071386262376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7324037071386262376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7324037071386262376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/12/years-i-will-always-cherish-friends-i.html' title='years i will always cherish. friends i will always remember'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4221658125205062900</id><published>2009-11-30T01:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:07:43.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booooooyahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No excuses why i left my blog like that. Some may know, some may not. But those who do, "PIPE DOWN!" :D Hah, nahh kidding. :) Not that i'm busy with things actually. I daresay i am not busy with anything at all. Only thing is that i went out on Friday and Saturday due to Hari Raya Haji &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;(I hope my Muslim friends enjoyed their two/three days!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And yes, thats the reason why i'm finally back to blogging. Also, it's coz i miss blogging and i have tonnes of pictures that have yet to be seen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/RecentlyUpdated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Good breakfast. Lots of laughs. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/RecentlyUpdated1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I had a blast, larh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/RecentlyUpdated2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My kampung that i kindda grew up in when my bro and i were younger. I dont really know how to explain what i felt when i came back after so many years. Maybe i was so used to seeing my great-grandmother sitting on her chair by the wooden door, smiling so happily at the sight of us. :) sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P271109_1333_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P281109_1404_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P281109_1407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I had no part in her new-found fascination with Twilight. It all began, once upon a time, with StarHub cable TV and a channel called Star Movies. OK fine. Simply put, she watched the movie and her eyes were so glued, her attention was solely on the movie lmao *proud* And she gets so giggly reading some of the scenes, it's so funny! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P281109_1408_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:) First picture was taken, kindda like a long long time ago. But somehow, i got lazy trying to update them into my blog, and adding them into my facebook. So.. LOL. Then the consecutive ones are from Haji :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and now my Mom and Sis got new hand-phones for themselves. -.- hmph. Sis got LG Ice Cream ;) and mom got Nokia 5530 XpressMusic phone. :O! So currently, her phone is like the bestest of the best in our family. HMPH! LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all, and God Bless.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PS: Time to study! Term test is a week away. OMG. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-4221658125205062900?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4221658125205062900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4221658125205062900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4221658125205062900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4221658125205062900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/11/booooooyahhh.html' title='Booooooyahhh'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4769013848970986920</id><published>2009-11-14T17:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:10:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting, Ma'am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Weekly Report &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been a tough week, i had to admit. But i guess that's just how life works. Again, i had to remember that maybe &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Allah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was trying to test my patience. LOL. I dont blame Him larh. Maybe i deserved the agony for something i did before? Hmm.. Maybe. Anyways, whatever happened happened and as much agony and pain i went through, the minute i saw him all the trouble just.. simply put, it just disappeared. I didn't have the heart to discuss what had happened, but leading up to the goodbyes, i guess it wasn't worth bringing it up. We'll just have to forgive - but no, i shall never ever forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, aside the wee-troubles i got, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Monday 9/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was supposed to be spent going to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Singapore Science Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to view the new &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Body Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But when i was getting ready - i was seriously dolled up, like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;no joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yknow lol - Mom started laughing from inside her toilet. My window is very very near to her toilet window and thus whatever happened inside there could clearly be heard from my room. -.- uhm, disgusting much? LOL. Anyways, when i heard Mom laughing i went to her bedroom and asked what's going on. She said SSC closed on Monday and i literally went &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"-_- what????"&lt;/span&gt; and then i looked at myself, my Dad looked at me up and down and just shrugged his shoulders. lol. Mom went out of toilet and looked at me. She then asked, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"How? Still gonna go out?"&lt;/span&gt; And i was like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Of course larh! Look at me!"&lt;/span&gt; I was wearing my fav maxi-dress and black blouse under it and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;damn right i look good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. LMAO. So then i suggested going to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; since it's been a damn long time that i've been there last. But i kept thinking that sis had been there loads of times. Then silence fell on everyone and eventually Dad told us to get ready. Me being the driver, i was apprehensive on where we're gonna go but Dad just said go to town and he'll lead me from there. And he lead me to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;URA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; building where all the future plans for Singapore were laid out in small models for everyone to see! They were so detailed it's insane once you see it. I didn't take pics of it coz i was txting &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/HPPics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and we went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Arab Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; before that to have damn early lunch. LOL. Expensive, but all right. :) After &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;URA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and when the clock strikes &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;130pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, we head off to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Asian Civilisations Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :D Parked the car at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Parliament House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and walked along the canal all the way to ACM. Itching for new "material" for blog, i snapped pics under the bright bright sun. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/parliament.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to all the exhibits inside &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ACM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and i was pleasantly amazed at the Philippines culture and explored their love for Christianity. It was a little weird for my family to visit a completely Christian exhibit but it was for knowledge and i didn't mind all that much that i'm surrounded by statues and words that i could not understand. There was even a small area where a pew (long wooden chair) was placed in front of a "shrine". Very shocking. LOL. And then we went to other smaller exhibits bathed in barely-bright orange light, went to the Muslim exhibit on the West side of Earth. I love looking at Arabic writings - they're very pretty. :) And the day being so cold we all craved for something warm and good and somehow Mom suggested &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Delifrance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Funan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Halfway there it started pouring very hard, but we managed to run and shelter ourselves before crossing the roads. We sat at Delifrance and laughed about stuff, and again, in the light light rain, we head back to the car and went for home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was schoooooooool and me and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;were stressing our butts off trying to get our project done. She was fixing the codes, i was doing the manual. But on Wednesday was the icing on the long-done cake. :D She finally fixed it!!! I so heart you, me-love. Muah! So now we're left with making slides for presentation and live demo, finishing up the manual and touching up the codes. I do wish we both have good grades for this.. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Pretty Tassh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/GFs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then when the day was over, i gave her a slobbery kiss goodbye - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; no larh, kidding ;) - and walked off for home since i dont have anymore classes after 3pm every Thursday. And also coz even on that day i still felt very very darn upset. But thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lovely lovely sweetcheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for talking and listening to my depressing tales. :) Bless your heart and soul for being such good listeners. You warm me up all the time, me-loves.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today :) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh bless today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I got up at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;730am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, all droopy-eyed and groggy, got ready - pretty much dolled myself up once again - and waited until &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;825am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to leave for home and meet le boyfie for good prata breakfast. I've been craving one ever since i began to crave it. LOL. But the place wasn't even open yet so we waited and sat around until 10am when i noticed the lights on their menu was on. Me being so darn hungry, happily bounced off to the area and ordered my&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; Onion Pratas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :D We talked quite alot, he did too, which is a good sign to me. We kept asking each other what we're thinking about. LOL. Then we walked back to my place and sat under the block for more talking and teasing. LOL. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short 4 hr meet, but good enough. He said he hoped we can meet next week :) Yay! Oh oh! And i can't wait to go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with him and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3 boys + 1 gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; LOL. Dunno whether to bring extra threads or not. Hmm.. See how larh. If they dont mind me kepo-ing and inviting myself over. Hahah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All right. I guess that sums up &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of this week. Pretty long huh. Well, pent up words in my head. I sound pretty good here too. ;) HAHAHA. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all, and God Bless. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS: God bless the rain :) and November :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&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/2724877584398608949-4769013848970986920?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4769013848970986920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4769013848970986920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4769013848970986920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4769013848970986920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/11/reporting-maam.html' title='Reporting, Ma&apos;am!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3629809231771172491</id><published>2009-11-09T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:34:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Revelations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It can be pretty frightening sometimes but it'll always be there, ready, for you to face it whether you like it or not. It can be an eye-opener, or a heart-breaker but revelations are revelations. And their job is to make you see what's going on, what's about to happen, and who it's gonna happen to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've unraveled a revelation not two days ago. I didn't expect it at all, but somehow in my heart i do. When i finally found out, upsetting as it was, it was like a relief, in some weird way. It's good to know some revelations sometimes, because in truth you gotta hear some answers to certain questions that you've asked yourself in your life. Whether it's about your life as a person, your family, or your friends. Revelations reveals some of the things to you. Bad or good, it's up to you to decide whether you'd listen and take it in, or reject it in its entirety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying to settle things within me. Certain things that are very unethical if i don't stop thinking about it right about now. Maybe i can't move on for some unknown reason? Maybe i'm stubborn about it without even realising it? But one thing's for sure, i've finally closed open questions that'd been lingering in my head for months now and i think it's high-time i stop. It will hurt people i love if i keep sulking about it. It's nowhere near healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK done rambling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3629809231771172491?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3629809231771172491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3629809231771172491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3629809231771172491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3629809231771172491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='&quot;'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-8560013758907500108</id><published>2009-11-02T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:11:49.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times, good people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so i know i have been ignoring my blog for a very LONG time. Reason being i was too held up with things outside of school and playing games &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LOL Well, lots of things happened and i will not get into too much detail concerning those things, for some reasons that won't be disclosed. :) However, all that will be replaced by pictures of what i've been doing for the weeks that i did not report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;29/10/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for a conference so that leaves me being the only driver, and a proud one at it too ;) So, of course, i brought the car along to school. Hehe. When school was over i picked up my Mom and Sis and drove off to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Home Team Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; where a ceremony was waiting for all the parents and family members of happy NS-men involved in their &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;POP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Passing-Out-Parade). We came at 4.30, while everyone else came later than stated on the invitation card. Me and Mom were pissed -.- LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so the ceremony was amazing! Every one of those boys were at their best, despite two who fainted halfway through the parade but alls good when they proudly marched off. Too bad for their supporters coz some were kindda calling out to them, knowing well those boys can say a word back at them. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bro was cool in his uniform :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then when it was all over and we met at the carpark, Mom called out to Bro and when i turned to my right to see him he immediately opened his arms wide and hugged the life outta me. :O! I was shocked, but it was a very pleasant surprise coz we're both not shy to hug it out when situation calls for it. :) I was tempted to kiss his face but nah.. poor boy will be hounded by watchful officer-eyes. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and he's permanently deployed at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;BEDOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P291009_1723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Mom dubbed her Korean school teacher -.- Aper jek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P291009_1856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Mom, Sis and Bro having refreshments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P291009_1902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Photo-taking sessions using my trusty Cooky. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P291009_1904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Ahhh proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P291009_1925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Angry with the stickers we were forced to have on our chests so we pasted it on Sis's face. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P291009_1926_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Waiting for Bro to come back so we can head for home. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;31/10/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and Yana had been planning a very very long time for our NS boys to meet and have a date together. We all wanted to go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Escape Theme Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but partly because of the admission and the weather we finally decided to have late lunch, hang out and have dinner at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :D The dinner was very very impromptu and it was decided btwn me and boyfie. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all had so much fun and laughs. We should do this again, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; me love. :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P311009_1801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Yana :) So cute! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P311009_1802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Finally got pic of me and him. :) heh love the lighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;01/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My family have lots of traditions we cooked up during the years. One, in particular, was to celebrate &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s birthday with a big bang.. well, it's just lavish dinner and good laughs. LOL. But coz Dad wasn't around, me and Mom planned to celebrate my brother's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; birthday at my grandparents place so that my aunt and my grandparents could join in the fun :) We ordered pizza and kfc for dinner and aunt bought chocolate cake. :D Best~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His birthday was on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;02/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but coz aunt was working that day we celebrated it earlier :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;At this point in time, Pizza already arrived and everyone got hungry coz of the lovely smell that came from the boxes. So mom and aunt glued themselves to the window grille and watched the numbers on the LED screen by the lift rise and fall, hoping it'd be our KFC guy. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Pizza, cake and Cincao (sp?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1853_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Patiently waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1853_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Birthday boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1855_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Nak makan.. Nak makan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;-- Sis nyer pasal. LOL She broke into a dance, oi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;When Sis was younger, i used to do that to her face and just stare at her eyes. They're so cute up close i could just laugh at her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Proud Mommy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Siblings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P011109_1910_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- End -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:) See? Busy kan? LOL. OK, so this week would prolly be busy for me coz i have to come back to school early for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; work. And then the weekends.. :( &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; said he'll be confined for the wkend and won't know when he'll be out until the very last minute. Sigh..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh wells, take care y'all and enjoy your November! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God Bless :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-8560013758907500108?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/8560013758907500108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=8560013758907500108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8560013758907500108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8560013758907500108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-times-good-people.html' title='good times, good people'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6326112949156308596</id><published>2009-10-19T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:35:29.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start afresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been busy lately, up til Sunday. LOL. Hectic, if i could say so myself but it turned out a-OK. It wasn't so bad, until some makcik and pakciks came up to my Mom and asked about me - and then their recommendations came in like wildfire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ahh.. Cucu saya tinggal di Australia tau. Blaja kat sane jugak.. Best kan pat Australia?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dah ade boyfriend, awak?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amboi, one after another seh. Amacam~ &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It's so not funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -.- My parents can still play around with them, imagining until so far ahead. Me, trying to be polite, just smiled. HAIZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then when it was all over, Mom confided with my grandmother and said that almost everyone asked her when I gonna get married. Tau plak complain. I've already &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;warned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;threatened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;reminded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; her &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (see, i stressed the word) that i gonna get married between &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;27-29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, 29 being the max. I dont wanna get married when i'm 30...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;THIRTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you imagine me being 30? Damn right, i can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, tomorrow's the start of a new day and age. Will be separated from beloved &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for 6 mths. :( Very upsetting. But we'll definitely catch up during lectures and lunch. :D We plan to find work together too! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, here's where i'll end. Wanna play game. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6326112949156308596?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6326112949156308596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6326112949156308596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6326112949156308596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6326112949156308596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/10/start-afresh.html' title='start afresh'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6166745404614277912</id><published>2009-10-12T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:36:00.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it stop, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dunno what's going on with me right now. I wish i could just slap myself awake and stop feeling pathetic, sad, hopeless, hurt, and confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've talked, to a few. Some managed to calm me down.. And i thought i had it done and over with, but with a snap of a finger i'm back again, crying. Crying coz i'm stressed out. Crying coz i miss him so much. Crying coz of practically everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: It's not PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6166745404614277912?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6166745404614277912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6166745404614277912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6166745404614277912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6166745404614277912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-it-stop-please.html' title='make it stop, please'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3306813820623365808</id><published>2009-10-08T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:19:25.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>visiting ; coffee ; bugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Visit to Tassh's place [07/10/09]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; coffee at Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Well, yours truly kindda got 2 coffees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2101_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Pure Caramel Frapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Loooveee it! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;At this point i had no idea there was a bug - or something - in my drink, until i inspected it out of habit and just checked my drink. So when i was sure it was something that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;supposed to be in my drink, i spoke to the manager, nicely - duh! - and asked if i could get another one. She wasn't pissed at me, coz i wasn't being difficult. :D And i got another one! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2102_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Posing away~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2102_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Kindda like the lighting here, too :) And coz i adjusted the settings on my phone so yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2103_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The music was good too, until they changed it to oldies and i got bored -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2130_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;So pretty without make-up.. Oh, if only yours-truly had the same privilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2131_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;This is my new frapp. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Woops. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2133_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;She's dying to have moustache, is why she made it using her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Cheese~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2134_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Very cautiously drinking my new drink. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Her idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Right after that we cracked up laughing so hard! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P071009_2136_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me looking fairly constipated. Fairly. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't take pics of her place coz i think that'd be damned rude. Her mom was amazing. :D Loved her &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;vegetarian-style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Mee Rebus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Sweet, tangy, damnnnn good :) Then coz Tassh wanted coffee off we went to DTE and lepak-ed there for a good 30 mins or so and then headed for home. Hehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a txt from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1710 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Happy gurl i be. ;) I wait for his txt, he waited for mine.. he surrendered and txted me first! :D Double-happy gurl~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now he quiet, so prolly batt died or he had to do night PT. poor boy :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s coming. Some of us just can't wait to put aside the annoying proj and just get on with some stressful studying! Haiz.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short post, i know. LOLz&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3306813820623365808?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3306813820623365808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3306813820623365808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3306813820623365808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3306813820623365808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/10/visiting-coffee-bugs.html' title='visiting ; coffee ; bugs!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7725876995797260732</id><published>2009-10-05T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:11:53.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black-outs ; awooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;Power-Trip @ TP 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, while everyone was inside the lab minding their own business:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Phyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - watching vid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - texting and chatting on MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - was about to show me a stand-up comedian's vid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - waiting for her to show me the vid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When all of a sudden my screen went blank, the lights in the lab shuts off and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Phyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; screamed like they just saw a ghost. :O Then we looked around, realised the office beside our lab was dark too and found out that the whole floor was dark. So we stayed outside the lab, hung around, moaning and whining, and eventually went home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.40pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; since the lights still didn't come on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, being me, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LG Cooky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in hand, began snapping pics. LOL. Then the gurls joined in~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;What the lab looks in the dark, from the outside. Freaky uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1317_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;From the inside. So dark :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1317_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Just stood outside, chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1317_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The only boys that was with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1317_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The office. Dark too. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;My partner -.- LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1318_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Nice legs. Insured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1326_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I kindda like rainy days coz it gives the perf light when snapping pics :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dunno larh those two gurls trying to be tall -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me loike~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P051009_1329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Still waiting~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As i've said in my previous post, i was busy for the whole week. Like i really didn't have enough time to sleep for full &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;10 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :x LOL! But it was worth it tho, waking up early on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; morning especially. At least boyfie had no problem waking up at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;7am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I did :x But we still managed to meet up. Altho.. there was one moment where it got me blushing and feeling darn bimbo. When i was at home getting ready, he txted me saying that it'd be better if we meet at the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; station. So i said OK and i confidently went to the station, tapped my card and waited upstairs at the platform. Sat there for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;10 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and txted him saying i didn't see him anywhere and i'm already here. He txted back asking where i was and said to meet him at the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUS STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. i was like.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;"huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; then i read back his previous txt and sure enough he said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUS STOP opp. MRT station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -.-'' And pretending, but failed, that i made a mistake i just avoided his question and hurried off to where he was. When i told him my bimbotic mistake he made a face at me and laughed. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;MAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; breakfast was good. we talked about his &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ippt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Haiz. Then after heavy breakfast, we walked to pasir ris park and sat for a good 2 hrs until we had to leave since he needed time to pack his things for camp. I wish we had more time, and no deadlines to meet. Haiz. Oh, and here's him! :D All&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; botak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and clean lolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P041009_1144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Silau arh the place. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7725876995797260732?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7725876995797260732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7725876995797260732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7725876995797260732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7725876995797260732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/10/black-outs-awooooo.html' title='black-outs ; awooooo'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4993628763789972464</id><published>2009-10-03T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:53:01.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last chance for one last dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Hari Raya 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, i know like these pics are damn damn late but i didn't have any nice nice pics - in my opinion -  to post. And now that i have, and i'm in sucha horribly good mood, i'm gonna post some of my pics. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;1st day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;At Gramp's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Sigh. Skinny brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;2nd day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Too tall sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Sedondong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Too cute little niece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Najwah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nieces and nephews - last i check was 30. Some are missing of course.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My place with the IFC convoy -  30/09/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/IMG_0384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;LOLz. Since Azim's place been asking to take pic with me. Woah! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P021009_2024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Kayyum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Open House - 02/10/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afiqah&lt;/b&gt;'s place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P021009_2025_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dah pandai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P021009_2209_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I like this one ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P021009_2210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P021009_2210_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This whole week is/was jam-packed for me! Monday and Tuesday spent at school doing project. Wednesday, the whole of wed, was spent with IFC-mates for jln raya. Thursday went out with mom, granny and aunt for jln raya too. Friday went to school, came home and went out for jln raya to one house. Woah~ Many jln raya~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Planned to meet boyfie that night but couldn't because of the open house. So cancelled and changed to Saturday. But..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday i gotta go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Johore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for jln raya, again. Haiz! So cancelled on boyfie, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :( He invited me to watch him and his band go jamming. The timing was so right but then couldn't coz we're going to Johore late in the afternoon.. :( Haiz..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Sunday lak! :D &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I had a long conversation and we finally planned to meet in the morning for breakfast! Yay! Since i dont have anything on for the whole of Sunday except for meeting boyfie. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, update done. Eyelids droopy. Time to ZZZz. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Take care ya'll and God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-4993628763789972464?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4993628763789972464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4993628763789972464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4993628763789972464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4993628763789972464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-chance-for-one-last-dance.html' title='last chance for one last dance'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6078821606735642601</id><published>2009-09-28T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:56:33.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spike that drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Spontaneous Evening with the 3Ns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pictures taken using LG Crystal GD900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Courtesy of Nigel Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(He's pretty well-known here in my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P1742_28-09-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Beautiful shot, really. Salute. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P1745_28-09-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Prettiest shot evahh.. Excluding me. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P1747_28-09-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P1748_28-09-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Drinks were spiked. They had too much energy. I didnt. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P1749_28-09-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P174701_28-09-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, be prepared everyone. I've been meaning to bring this up but i just couldn't find the right words to express my indifference. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So. I hate it when people ask me this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; simple question:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"So.. How's life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get so angry whenever that question is directed to me. I dunno why. It's been going on for quite a while now and only certain people have that particularly bad habit of asking that with everyone they know. It's either they ran out of good questions to ask a long-lost friend, or they're just ready to compare lives and see who's got it bad. Thats just how i see it, i know it's far from the truth but i just hate that question. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What're you trying to imply? I mean really? Are you trying to wonder who got it bad, or good? Are you trying to be polite - because i dont feel the question as polite. I really dont. I just dont get it. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Everyone's open to clarify this peculiar question with me so just tag on my tagboard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, when being asked that question, i get a sense of annoyance, and i get defensive. I know most people dont mean to pry, and most are just being polite, but really.. Why ask that?? Why can't you ask a better question like:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"So, how've you been doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't that sucha nicer question to hear and ask? To me, asking how my life is is like asking me a rhetorical question. How else do you think Life is to everyone else in this world? There are bad things, good things, the mediocre.. what more do you wanna hear and know? Look at me, i'm holding up just right. I deal with the problems i face with whatever willpower i got in me, conclude it, and move on. I do not blame God, i do not blame my parents, i do not blame how i was brought up. I blame the choices i make, and the reasons i used to justify myself. I blame me for the bad things that happen to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. What you do to others will just come back to you two-fold. Dont think you can get away with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on Earth. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one gets away with anything.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So think again when asking the people's most favourite question:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"So.. How's life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will stop ranting. Will continue slaving away. Haiz.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my beloved botak-head of a man, stop eating fried chicken wings and thighs and rice, eat something else, love. Lolz. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who's booking out this Fri. One word, dude. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;YANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To everyone else who's enjoying their much-deserved holidays: enjoy it well and hard :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope Monday didn't turn out so bad for y'all. Take care and God Bless.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6078821606735642601?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6078821606735642601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6078821606735642601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6078821606735642601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6078821606735642601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/spike-that-drink.html' title='spike that drink'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-5814551520248578472</id><published>2009-09-27T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:13:13.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a glimpse of my fixation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style=" ;font-family:Congo;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sound of crashing waves on the pale, sandy beach startled me and I turned from the darkness that I appeared from. Confused for a moment I looked at my surroundings, questioning where I was. I raised my head to stare at the palest of blue skies I’ve ever seen, at the tall trees that shadowed the lush grass beneath my bare feet, and finally to the faraway cargo ships that stayed still and unmoving. With a furrowed brow, I took a step forward and watched the waves crash onto the shores again, causing white foam to form a line on the sand. I took another step forward. A gust of wind blew past me, swirling me about, ruffling my hair, giving me a whiff of an unfamiliar scent that hung in the crisp air. I inhaled once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It smelt fruity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I looked about, not knowing what I was looking for. I couldn’t find any fruits lying about, or any other people besides me for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Where am I?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sun shone brighter now and I raised my hand to shelter my eyes from the sweltering heat. It burned my skin a little since I realised I was wearing a simple white linen shirt and jeans. I walked towards the shore and touched the waves that crashed and swallowed my feet. It was cool. I raised my head from watching the foam around my feet and looked at my surroundings again, slowly concluding, finally, where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;…” I muttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style=" ;font-family:Congo;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is just a taste of what i've been working on, irregularly, unfortunately. I really wish i had the opportunity to pursue my biggest of dreams, and that is to write a novel that i will cherish and love, and that my friends and family could be proud of; to say that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had written this. That i accomplished something in my life. That i am a writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not completed yet. Still stuck with some plots to slip into my "project". i'm hoping this will be a breakthrough for me because it's difficult to write with a local scene in mind. i have huge, beautiful scenes that are more suitable for the middle of the story - which is pretty much typical of me since i'm sucha huge sucker for heartbreaking drama in a story. i actually indulge in separations, and the reasons for separations, and then to read on on how they managed to pull thru and stick together despite the odds. i like plots like that. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, it's a Sunday. Will be expecting people to come. Wont be going out prolly. :( Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I miss you, all the time, MFBR. Thinking of you always and always, and more of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care, everyone. And God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-5814551520248578472?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/5814551520248578472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=5814551520248578472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5814551520248578472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5814551520248578472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/glimpse-of-my-fixation.html' title='a glimpse of my fixation'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6547826762046945496</id><published>2009-09-25T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:41:51.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighs. sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;cancelled plans sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;plans that dont go smoothly sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;plans that ended badly sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;plans that dont give me you sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;being disappointed sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6547826762046945496?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6547826762046945496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6547826762046945496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6547826762046945496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6547826762046945496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/sighs-sucks.html' title='sighs. sucks.'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-1271046814117766611</id><published>2009-09-23T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:39:07.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee, scents, cutie-pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;23rd Sept 2009 - Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Location: Changi Airport, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Reason: Lepak jek larhh.. Aper slh nyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;(LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1709_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1840_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1840_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1841_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P230909_1841_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Missing you always, dearest &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MFBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Hope you're doing fine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS: Download this song that i'm in love with now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Title: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Two is Better than One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Artiste(s): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Boys like Girls feat. Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;You came into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;And I thought hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know this could be something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember every look upon your face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of you and everythings okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally now, we're leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You came into my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I thought hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooh I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause baby two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've figured out with all that's said and done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two, is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&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/2724877584398608949-1271046814117766611?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/1271046814117766611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=1271046814117766611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1271046814117766611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1271046814117766611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/coffee-scents-cutie-pies.html' title='coffee, scents, cutie-pies'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7946863883531821702</id><published>2009-09-21T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:51:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm truly sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dear MFBR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;To the one i love most, i wish i was there when the news was given to you. I wish i was there to lend a shoulder, or a listening ear, to you; or provide some words of sympathy. Oh, i wish i could've held you close and told you everything would be OK. It must've been scary to you, and it must've been sucha shock. I've lost people i've known too, but i've never been thru what you just did. I wish i knew better things to say than just "take it easy" or "i'm so sorry". I wish i was there to support you. I wish i could've seen you and shown you how sorry and sad i am. Oh, dear love, i wish i'd hugged you before you left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;From,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;NbB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7946863883531821702?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7946863883531821702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7946863883531821702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7946863883531821702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7946863883531821702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-truly-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m truly sorry'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-8170860787557539367</id><published>2009-09-19T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:45:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart u~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HEART &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MFBR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-8170860787557539367?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/8170860787557539367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=8170860787557539367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8170860787557539367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8170860787557539367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heart-u.html' title='i heart u~'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-5848926160691116517</id><published>2009-09-18T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:53:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20090917/tap-as-odd-malaysia-food-fight-b3c65ae.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;RIDICULOUS Food War btwn Asian countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After reading the stupid article i got so mad i was undeniably boiling. When i heard it in the news i got so sick i didn't wanna listen to it any further. I also heard it from momsie and i just got mad at how pathetic this "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" can be. Fighting over the rights of Asia's famous and beloved dishes? Please, go find something else to write an article on. They're all big freaken excuses - reasons to bring forth &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; onto their people and create senseless disputes btwn countries. It's disgusting, pathetic, pitiful and a huge freaken waste of time. Why spend it on yelling into the media about "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;claiming back our hijacked dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" when you can use the time to save poor people from starvation? Geez, stupid fools. And they call themselves ministers. Crying out loud they're not fit to be ministers at all in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HIJACKED DISHES?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HIJACKED DISHES, you say?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And really, what makes you think they really &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; belong to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?! Please larh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the story about M'sia and Indonesia and the fight about claiming rights on a traditional, very well-known dance. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;O.M.G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Please larh.. nothing better to do is it? I dont get it. I really dont. And i am so ashamed that they're a Malay-majority community, making sucha huge fuss over something so damn small. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Takde keje lain ker per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I really am sorry if i ever offend anybody concerning this post, and i am trying to be unbiased and fair as possible. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUT I CAN'T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Doesn't anybody see how ridiculous this "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" is? NO! I freaken dont. So yes, thank God i am a Singaporean. Thank God for our habits on saving face first than free will and honour. Think larh people, like seriously. What's the use? What's the point? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melayu same melayu.. tak patot eh gado2 cam gini. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pissed. So so pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:( And also this morning wasn't a good morning. Had a talk with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Adli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in the wee mornings from 145-2am. Bless his soul for being patient with me. He said a few things, i said a few things and it turned out to be quite an emotional conversation. Lol.. but all's well. So i guess those feelings were brought forward to my morning and i didn't feel a single hint of happiness bubbling in me, despite today being a Friday - the day that i finally see my&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; botakhead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;after waiting patiently for 2 &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; weeks. I do wish tonight would be good, smooth, wonderful, worth rmbring. I do hope so. I pray it will be. Haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, do not wanna infect any ill-feelings into any of y'all. So take care and God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;1 day left to Raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-5848926160691116517?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/5848926160691116517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=5848926160691116517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5848926160691116517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5848926160691116517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6589628665871794485</id><published>2009-09-16T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:27:34.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every step we take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We experience things that we'd never dream of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every move we make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're closer to finding out the sole truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth of our being, the truth of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth of existing, the truth of death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every word said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hear things that we refuse to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every word heard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel things that we swore never to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going that much closer to realise the meaning of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meaning of emotions, the meaning of emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meaning of love, the meaning of hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every life brought into this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wondered about Man's power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every life stripped from this harsh, harsh world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wondered about God's power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We question humanity, we question God's almighty will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We question Science, we question religions and faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What does Life mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyrighted (c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do respect the content of this post for i have written it with utmost sincerity and thought. I do hope no one has ever tried to rip my thoughts out of my blog and claim it as theirs. If so, i wish you'd stop and understand the meaning of hardwork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In school now, and not in the bestest of moods. Granted i'm fasting, but i can't help feeling angry this morning and i almost cussed the lights out of Y for his accusations. I want this nightmare to end so that i could enjoy what's left of my holiday with my family. I dont want interruptions of any sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming closer and closer and i just can't wait to see my botak-head all dark and lean with muscles - i'm assuming. He did say his bod is too darn nice now that he's been going thru some tough training at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Can't help but laugh so hard at his remark. He didn't call yesterday, so i'm assuming his batt died, he too darn tired, or he's just saving the stories for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; coming soon, so whoever's intending to visit my place do gimme a call ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6589628665871794485?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6589628665871794485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6589628665871794485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6589628665871794485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6589628665871794485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaning-of-life.html' title='meaning of life'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3677639074591591816</id><published>2009-09-14T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:31:03.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranormal; animalistic; waxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090909_1505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Is there such thing as bad(tudung)day? Coz i'm having it. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090909_1506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090909_1506_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090909_1506_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090909_1508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Can't seem to pick his nose right, can you? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090909_1508_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Mind him, busy catching flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1557_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;If i constantly make that supposedly-shocked face everytime, whenever i see a paranormal being, hypothetically, i think they would just laugh instead of scaring the living lights outta me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1558_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Raising the brow &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Natassha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1558_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1558_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P110909_1601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P120909_1929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Andika~! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2215_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Too free sitting in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2215_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2215_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2215_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2215_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2216_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2216_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2216_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2216_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;So mischievous. I told her to stay out of the shot, she posed as well. -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2217_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2217_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;See that? She stuffed her face into the pillow LOL Cis, sisters these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P130909_2217_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, i've never gone this long without blogging. I think it's coz i was lacking good material to blog on. And also i dont have that many pics to post. And they're all generic so i thought otherwise. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just watched the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;extended trailer of New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and it's awesome!! Gawd, despite it being a spoiler for all its fans out there, i think thru the trailers we can appreciate the hard work put into making the movie rawk. The director was awesome! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else.. Oh! I finally finished reading &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Nicholas Sparks: Message in a Bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and if there's ever such a rating (?/20) i'd give it a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;25/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's amazing! It's a simple story about hardships, understanding, and how strong attraction can be when one person looks at another - be it your future-soulmate or just a random stranger. Not that i am encouraging the random stranger part if you're already unavailable. :x ANYWAYS, to be honest i &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;CRIED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;while reading the last chapter of that book! Gawd, it's such a tear-jerker. It gets to you at a certain point and i hate it whenever that happens to me. Am i that much of a softie? I think i am. Sucks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So i'm waiting for fasting month to end properly before i begin the next new book that i bought but have yet to finish reading: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Missing by Susan Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I hate the fact that i buy new books that i wanted to read but never eventually read it. Then slowly, buying new and latest books seems to be a bad habit of mine and it no longer becomes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"for the sake of reading new material"&lt;/span&gt; but instead its now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"new book by the author - must collect!"&lt;/span&gt; Bad, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; habit. I know.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and today, i woke up bright and early - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;9.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - to go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Parkway Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Momsie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since she wanna collect her 25$ voucher from Isetan. We went there with just our handbags. Came home with 4 shopping bags. -.-'' Mom bought make-up applicators, i bought Eyelash Curler - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -  all from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Watsons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;;) Then we collected her voucher and she bought a new little purse for whenever she cycles off to the market, went to Marks &amp;amp; Spencer so she could buy a bra, walked around looking for a purse that i can use besides my beloved white Roxy bag. And after much consideration we stopped at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ANIMAL&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(roar!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and picked up this gorgeous peach coloured bag for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;59.00$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Costly i know but i fell in love with it! And once you fall in love, you'll never part from it. Believe me on that. LOL Then we grocery shopped at Giant before we took a cab, paid 9$ for the bumpy &amp;amp; crazy trip and laughed our asses off once we stepped on homey grounds. I was being goofy. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like the fact that i actually made my mom snicker and laugh. It made me realise that she does enjoy my company and actually had fun with me :) Hehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes today until tomorrow it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Wax-the-lab Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; so all who had to return to school are enjoying the fact that we can wake up late for these two days. LOL. Not much of an incentive but it's better than nothing. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3677639074591591816?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3677639074591591816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3677639074591591816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3677639074591591816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3677639074591591816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/paranormal-animalistic-waxing.html' title='paranormal; animalistic; waxing'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7298723735952285904</id><published>2009-09-10T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:07:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u complete me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He said no matter if he was busy or not, he will contact me either by &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;phonecall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;He called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And i wasn't expecting too much from him. Coz all the while, i understood that he must've been tired. But when his voice came into my ears like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;warm, warm chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i finally felt my sadness and loneliness disappear into oblivion, like it wasn't even there in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, in actual truth, despite what people assumed with that they see on my face, i do not seem that horribly sad that i dont hear from him that regularly nowadays. I do feel that little emptiness swelling in my heart like a balloon everyday, but there's nothing i can do but wait for him to contact me. I dont wanna txt him every bloody day saying how i am coz i knw he wont reply. And i want him to concentrate on his training. Thursdays always come soon and Thursdays dont run away from our grasps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was like hearing an angel speaking into my ear - cheesy, i know. It was a beautiful, and fun 30 mins i've ever had in my life. He was so curious about how i was doing, and was wondering what else am i gonna say before he ended the conversation. He was awfully sweet - brings tears to my eyes now just recalling it. The talk may have been short, but i'm sure once we see each other words can't truly express how i wld feel when i see him in the flesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahh.. my very own botak-head. Oh, no wait. Scratch that. He said he chopped his long tresses for a Scofield-cut. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*imagines but fails*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh. I can see it now. That impending day. That Friday. Sigh.. He can bet on anything he's got that i'm gonna hug him like nobody's business. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do miss him. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Terribly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; miss him. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh wells. I just gotta be patient. And our project is of no help at all. I can't believe it decides to shut itself down, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! OMG me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tassh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are like pulling our hair - or maybe just hers - coz of these bloody codes! I dunno how we're gonna deal with this.. Seriously i dont. And work.. oh, oh work.. Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, take care y'all and God Bless. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can't wait for Hari Raya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7298723735952285904?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7298723735952285904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7298723735952285904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7298723735952285904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7298723735952285904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/u-complete-me.html' title='u complete me'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2708363889752492906</id><published>2009-09-09T23:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:41:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart ze rpattz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mad About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Madly Insane About Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;WeHeartIt.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so my attention has been fully diverted when i suddenly thought of said heartthrob. But who doesn't like this juicy hunk of meat, right? I know my niece does. ;) And yes, of couse, i do too. But it's just a tribue. And i know it's a tad bit too much but hey, my blog, my rules, other uh.. peeps' pictures. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS: Sorry to the boys who hate him. Screw you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.imageshack.us/img2/759/rob13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2808/rob17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/4812/rob19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/5237/rob2p.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/4747/rob20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/4758/rob23e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/4959/rob24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/1174/rob26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/1956/rob4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/8028/rob5w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/1117/rob7u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rob9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/8752/rob12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRir7QGtFeI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRir7QGtFeI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall now released the scream that i have held too long while hosting, resizing, and filling the pics into this post. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS: No, it's so not an unhealthy obsession. Just a fan. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2708363889752492906?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2708363889752492906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2708363889752492906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2708363889752492906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2708363889752492906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-pick-up-mad-about-madly-insane.html' title='heart ze rpattz'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4407266638186464451</id><published>2009-09-07T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:20:48.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For u, and only u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Someone said that it's all right to be selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It's all right to demand something that you wanted so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm not that strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never been.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'll selflessly lie to your face, despite what i truly feel deep inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I may want something so badly, but you can bet i'll tell you i dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I may need treasures, but i'll gladly give it to you without hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;So as you depart, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Know this, just this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I am not demanding anything, for i do not demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I just wish we'd see each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Before my emotions explode. Before &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Know this, just this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;That i am selfless, and whatever i say may not be what i truly feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I'll forsake my feelings so you'll be happy and comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;So dont worry about me, baby. Let me worry about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I love you; &lt;b&gt;dumb-founding, flabbergasted, awestruck kind of 'I love you'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;And i may pray so much, only so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;But i know deep in my heart there's nothing more i could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I can't afford to be selfish, for i am not a selfish person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;People demand me to be selfish, but i dont want to risk the wall i had built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;The pain will soon subside, i know it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;So come back to me, as soon as you're out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Look for me, as soon as you're here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love me, as soon as you see me clear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/2724877584398608949-4407266638186464451?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4407266638186464451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4407266638186464451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4407266638186464451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4407266638186464451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-u-and-only-u.html' title='For u, and only u'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-9102382150092960144</id><published>2009-09-07T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:32:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.e.n</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One word and i could feel the ache in my heart making painful ripples within me. It's depressing, i know but after much talk with lovely &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i couldn't help but pick up her sadness, too. I thought i would be all right since i went thru the same &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"phase"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; like when my bro left for his &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;National Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But i guess this is much more different and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is not my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont wanna make a big fuss outta this. I mean, i wasn't the only one who went thru similar phases like mine. It's just him leaving to serve the nation, what's so bad about that right? In truth, you shld be more than proud of him being able to, really. And it's only 2 yrs. i've been thru all sorts of 2 yrs in my life - overly-emotional, overly-abusive both mentally and physically - so yeah, i think i can handle whatever it is God will throw at me. I'm sure it's a test and being me, i accept tests whole-heartedly, with arms wide open and ready to conquer it. Be it a good one, or a bad one which would definitely be more likely than not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And being a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and all, not so bluesy like i thought it would since i woke up coz of sis who effortlessly swung her arm at my face - &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;no bruises, thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - while she was fast, FAST asleep. And not to mention my supervisor, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dr. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who unabashedly said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I give up"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then leaned against the chair and broke it, which then he said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Oh, shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Well, believe it. HAHA. I then turned to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; after he made his leave and snickered. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Karma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a Monday, and the only day that i will freely be able to go out with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;said-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i chose not to have my hopes up coz he did promise to try and make it for me. I dont mind if he can't coz it'll be the last night he eats dinner with his family. Which i think is pretty much more important. Besides, we've already spent a lot of time together last week, especially on Friday night. :) And he needs a lot of time to pack his things, anyway - he said he'll pack tomorrow morning. Sheesh, dude, as if you have enough time to pack &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;10 days worth of necessities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Nope, no time at all. I would gladly volunteer to help but i dont think the mother, or him, wouldnt like watching me pack his boxers.. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll see how my tomorrow goes. I do hope he'll be able to text me something, and i him. It'll be even better if he rings me up. Haiz. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Didnt know 10 days sounded so much longer than how logic describes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;We shall pull thru :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-9102382150092960144?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/9102382150092960144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=9102382150092960144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/9102382150092960144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/9102382150092960144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/ten.html' title='T.e.n'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-5740852342953429884</id><published>2009-09-05T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:43:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lots of things happened today, and not just school but outside, too. And it involved so many people. It may not be a disastrous situation, but it was a shocker nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess life does that to us; making an unexpected twist in our not-so storybook world that is life. And with the twists comes the repercussions, the consequences, the circumstances, and the cusses from the carbon-based beings that are humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, til then i shall think of what to blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless y'all! And helloooo Saturday ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-5740852342953429884?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/5740852342953429884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=5740852342953429884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5740852342953429884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5740852342953429884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/revelations.html' title='revelations'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3184455912330854519</id><published>2009-09-03T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:09:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Wait for Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Artiste(s): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Theory of A Deadman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net"&gt;eLyrics.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);   font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are not alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine me there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's so hard to be here so far away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm counting the days till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm finally done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm counting them down, yeah, one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It feels like forever till I return to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it helps me on those lonely nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's that one thing that keeps me alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);   font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Knowing that you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ever so patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one else knows the feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We hang up the phone without saying goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because it's the sound of your voice that brings me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's never been easy to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it's easier when I've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);   font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Knowing that you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ever so patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, you're everything I've ever dreamed of having and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's everything I need from you just knowing that you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);   font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I'd give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I'd do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Knowing I'm not there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Makes it so hard to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I'd give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I'd do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anything to get me home to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And this time I'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ever so patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, you're everything I've ever dreamed of having and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's everything I need from you just knowing that you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3184455912330854519?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3184455912330854519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3184455912330854519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3184455912330854519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3184455912330854519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/wait-for-me.html' title='wait for me'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2227618931219915049</id><published>2009-09-02T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:58:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Mad About Pics with Text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com"&gt;WeHeartIt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/10-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/11-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/12-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/2-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/7-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/8-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/9-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's a lotta pics. LOL. Hope y'all enjoyed that. :]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2227618931219915049?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2227618931219915049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2227618931219915049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2227618931219915049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2227618931219915049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-overload.html' title='pics overload'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-8365002482351837357</id><published>2009-09-01T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:47:06.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;If there is just one thing i would want from you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it would be your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;If there is just one thing i would need from you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it would be your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;If there is just one thing i would treasure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it would be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Always and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Always treasuring &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(C)opyrighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-8365002482351837357?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/8365002482351837357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=8365002482351837357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8365002482351837357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8365002482351837357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-thing.html' title='One thing'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7435084547805015110</id><published>2009-08-31T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:15:04.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take baby steps from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1wk 1day as of Monday 31/08/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Counting down the days he's leaving me for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;National Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Sighs.. Some gurls tell me that it's not good you find someone &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;who's about to go in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;who's already in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;or who just left camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; anxious coz i was told by those friends who told me the same thing for two years in a row now and i confess, i think i might've been traumatized by them and their share of bitter experiences. It's sad to hear them say that they were left behind by the men they loved the minute they entered camp. Or the other way around: where guys were left behind by their girlfriends once they go off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do pray that it won't happen, but so far so good on both sides. We're happy. HAHAH. I do like the times i spend with him; beach, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lepak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-ing, dinners. They're comfortable, fun, always fulfilling in some way. I seem to find him more fascinating each day. And likewise for him. HAHA. I always tell him new things and he just labelled me his personal wikipedia. -.- I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Friday Night Out 28/08/09-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: Ehhh! &lt;i&gt;Katak&lt;/i&gt;(frog)!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*points to the back and at a frog hopping on the ground*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: &lt;i&gt;Yer yer katak&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Moments later-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*walking side by side and looks around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; Ehh.. where the katak eh? Hmm.. I wonder what sound it makes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;(at this point i know they &lt;b&gt;CROAK&lt;/b&gt;, but for the sake of making him laugh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; Ribbit-ribbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*shocked beyond words and looks at me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aper sak tu? ribbet-ribbet??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHA! &lt;i&gt;Bunyi katak per!&lt;/i&gt; Ribbit-ribbit! Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: OK, &lt;i&gt;dah dah sudah. Nanti i amek tu katak i sumbat dlm mulot u baru tau.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*grins wider*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; Ribbit-ribbit! HAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*kiss head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Returning home that night-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*sees a cockroach not too far from boyfie's shoe and pulls him to the side*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; Eh, u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: &lt;i&gt;Asal??&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*looks around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*turns and mutters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Ade lipas pat situ.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*points*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Tengah makan carrot&lt;/i&gt;. o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: -.- errr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: Serious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: LOL kk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*kiss head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHA. That's just how &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;kecoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; we are when we're together. We're bound to make each other laugh and be silly. I like that about himself, and vice versa. I'm not afraid or uncomfortable when i get silly coz i know he will just laugh at me, and then kiss my head. :] Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Same night-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: What kindda girls do you prefer? Without me in your head, OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Him: o_O What you mean? I can't think of my preferences coz you're &lt;i&gt;IN&lt;/i&gt; my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*melted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL. I know it's cheesy but i just wanna say it here, for the sake of reminiscing. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, me and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just found out that we might actually extend our stay here in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to finish up our project. Even our supervisor said the same thing about us and most of the groups here in the lab. Sad but true. :( I hope i'll be here for only &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, spend it during puase and not &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I wanna enjoy my Hari Raya without trying to go around it coz of school or whatnot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So to everyone, take care and God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7435084547805015110?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7435084547805015110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7435084547805015110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7435084547805015110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7435084547805015110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-baby-steps-from-me.html' title='take baby steps from me'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6132575335546851493</id><published>2009-08-29T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:35:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/9302/p2808091416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/4120/p280809141601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TGIF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/2237/p2808091417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/6702/p2808091657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Lina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/1707/p2808091658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/2083/p2808092053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Introducing.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/664/p280809205302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;At &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;DTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/746/p2808092057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Ianoski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very few, i know. But most are in izyana's phone so i havta wait for her to tag me on fb or send them to me thru MSN. :) Then i'll prolly write a longer post once i have them :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK peeps. Take care and God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6132575335546851493?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6132575335546851493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6132575335546851493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6132575335546851493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6132575335546851493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-something.html' title='A little something..'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6077834125740501994</id><published>2009-08-28T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:04:46.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*claps hands together* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, now it's time for some long dreary words to surface since i feel like saying things rather than collecting a bunch of pictures to post and tell the whole world where i took it from, add in some of my thoughts, and then go &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Take care and God Bless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and end it with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;"XOXO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nah, not today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont feel like that all of a sudden. Coz today is pretty different compared to every other day. Dunno what the difference is but i'll just blabber on and on over here. Maybe i might end up saying something very philosophical that gets you thinking back ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish i didn't go to school, coz one thing: i hear loads of cusses and swearing from most of the chinese boys and that isnt anywhere near comfortable. Coz i accidentally recall what they say and it's as good as saying it out loud. Since i fast, my fast is considered &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;"cancelled"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Or something like that. i hate it when that happens. So i'd rather stay at home where my environment is clean as oxygen and i can do whatever i want at home: like write some stories, play CLEAN games (LOL), or do some fb-ing and tweeting. I guess i am that anal when it comes to rules of faith. :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My supervisor became a pain in my arse hours ago, in the morning no less, and it ruined my mood for awhile. But Tassh, sweet lovely &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, dragged me out of class so we could get the book that he suggested to me to get since "my foundation is too weak and bad". -.- wow, he could've just said i was dumb and stupid without indirectly telling me "professionally" from a tutor to a student. really, some people just need to get straight to the point instead of hinting and making us figure you out. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pressure. Stress. Overwhelming sense of responsibility. Emotions that gets you going and going, and even when you thought all these are over and done with, you still feel at a loss; helplessness, blindsighted. I hate it when times like that happen to me, especially me. And if the situation is too deep for me to handle, i'd panic and i'd go totally nuts. Beyond nuts, believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next time i post, there'll be pics :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-6077834125740501994?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6077834125740501994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6077834125740501994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6077834125740501994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6077834125740501994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/speech.html' title='speech'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2607408269191377286</id><published>2009-08-27T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:29:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy; shiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Re-blogged" from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsgabbith.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Gabby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I just love her pictures!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/babytiger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Hear him let out the tiniest rawr. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/biscuits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I heart creamy biscuits with filling in the middle. YUUMM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/catbird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;So close yet so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/cutiepie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;A smile a day keeps you smiling away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/dreambig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Dont be afraid to dream big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/hippo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Even soft plushies would wanna learn, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kisme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Why i love kissing you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kittysheets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Found the little kitten yet? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Backyard smooches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/omg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/rabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I hear you squealing, Tassh~ ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/risk.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;True that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/starwars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Poor soldier. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/vaderparrots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Darth Vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; defending himself against a pair of parakeets holding a syringe. -.- LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/weird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I dunno what she was thinking but that's just insane. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s blasting out her playlist. The clock on my workstation's ticking by the minutes. Everyone else typing stuffs on their keyboards. Everyone bored out of their minds..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ANYWAYS, yesterday night was amazing. :) Planned the day before that me and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will meet up after we break our fast and head over to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for a good dose of seaview and catching up. It was sweet, to me. He was sooo sweet too. :) I loved &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yesterday! Argh, if only we had more time to spend with each other, so i didn't have to worry about what time i needa go home.. :( and i got soooo darn worried that boyfie coughed so hard and kept saying he felt little prickles on his heart. that dont sound good at all. but he said if he told me that he wasn't feeling too good we wouldnt be able to meet up. i felt horrible. :( but he said it's all good. hope he's doing good now, too. and getting enough sleep :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm hoping i'd be able to meet up tomorrow so we could break out fast together :D yay!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To everyone, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;take care and God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's a cooling weather today! Enjoy ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2607408269191377286?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2607408269191377286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2607408269191377286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2607408269191377286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2607408269191377286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainy-shiny.html' title='rainy; shiny'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4726983078312933184</id><published>2009-08-26T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:35:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glam me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A picture-packed Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Location(s): TP, Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/3950/p2408091305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She just got extensions. Prettyyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/2939/p250809122501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/5883/p2508091322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Looks like she going emo, but no. She was freezing. Everyone was. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/4423/p2508091209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/9175/p250809132301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/9831/p250809132602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/1143/p250809132603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/2635/p2508091327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5058/p2508091328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/2887/p250809132902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/8836/p250809132903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/5135/p2508091330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/8696/p2508092133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He bought a cake for her for not coming to dinner with us last Tuesday. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/8186/p2508092134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Black Forest Cake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/8407/p2508092135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;20th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/2064/p2508092145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/9742/p2508092146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/9167/p250809214801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/7798/p2508092150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/5696/p250809215202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/7467/p2508092304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not in good spirits today, not too sure why though. And it's not a good sign either. I was supposed to be looking forward to tonight, since i'm meeting &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for some catching up. I feel sad and scared somehow and that aint right at all. I have no idea where i wanna drag him to, but prolly somewhere near so we can lepak without anyone bothering us. Prolly somewhere cosy too since this week's been windy. Love the winds. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it took me darn long to post the pics coz of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;photobucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; being &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;very very difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to me lately. I adjusted the pictures' sizes to medium, which is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;320x240&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, suitable for the size of my site and the loading time, but once i copied the html code and pasted them onto my blogger post editor, it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"magically"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; got maximised into its original size and it pissed the hell outta me. and it didn't happen on just one occasion, many times in fact and it just frustrates me that i cannot continue posting at times. So i succumb to getting them hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us/"&gt;ImageShack&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[Click!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And i'm getting sleepier every single darn day. I think it's coz i slept too late, woke up early for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Sahur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, slept after that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;(which is only 2 hrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and woke up too early to go to school. Frankly, i am trying to sleep early so that i have at least enough sleep, and when i come to school i wont be sleepy and nodding my head off &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;every 15 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's irritating, and so un-glam :s Oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;To all my Muslim friends, happy fasting! Take this month to forgive, though it is difficult sometimes and on certain occasions, and try not to get pissed since it's clearly not good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-4726983078312933184?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4726983078312933184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4726983078312933184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4726983078312933184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4726983078312933184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/glam-me-up.html' title='Glam me up'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-516749005791388585</id><published>2009-08-25T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:10:14.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white teeth flashin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;-MP/SIP-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*was stoning but actually thinking of what to do with my codes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*points finger to my screen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; Inserttttt intooooo DeeeeeeBeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*stares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; err...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: Hmm... what should i do with this... Inserrrrtttttt inttooooooo DeeeeeBeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*laughing too hard*&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: eh wanna borrow mirror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: OK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*digs into bag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; ... :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*turns to Tassh and flashes white teeth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*blinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; Oh no i'm &lt;i&gt;blinded&lt;/i&gt;! -.- gimme mirror larh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*laughing too hard again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-516749005791388585?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/516749005791388585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=516749005791388585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/516749005791388585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/516749005791388585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/white-teeth-flashin.html' title='white teeth flashin&apos;'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7106060872908779892</id><published>2009-08-25T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:49:21.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;You Are 60% Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Your Gift is Intellect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourgiftquiz/intellect.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a big thinker, and you're always playing with new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious about the world. You enjoy learning and developing new theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy researching, analyzing, and solving problems. Thinking hard feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who finds most mental tasks to be easy. You love to stretch your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourgiftquiz/"&gt;What's Your Gift?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Your Love Score Is: 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouinlovequiz/love-4.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly love. You have an amazing partner and a wonderful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship isn't perfect, but you know how to work with each other to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both listen to one another, give freely, and do your best to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you have ups and downs like any other couple, you're good at getting through the bad times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although you find it easy to love your partner, you understand that lasting love doesn't come easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both willing to give this relationship everything you have. And luckily, that's all it takes to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouinlovequiz/"&gt;Are You in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;You Are an Indifferent Ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofexgirlfriendareyouquiz/indifferent-ex.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not one of those girls who thinks about her exes - or even remembers them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love 'em and Leave 'em" is your motto. And your break ups tend to be a clean break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice strategy to have, and guys appreciate your total lack of emotional baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just a little reminder: it is okay to remember the good parts of your past, even with exes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofexgirlfriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Ex-Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;You Want to Impress Strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whodoyouwanttoimpressquiz/strangers.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want strangers to think you're attractive. You want to be seen as gorgeous and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your friends and family members to think you're smart. You like been seen as insightful and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at your most playful when you are around family and friends. You are more serious around people you don't know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let strangers see parts of you right away, but you believe in keeping some things private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't become close to many people. You only let people you've gotten to know very well in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whodoyouwanttoimpressquiz/"&gt;Who Do You Want to Impress?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Your Relationship is Still Building Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howstrongisyourrelationshipquiz/strong-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're relationship is fairly strong, but you're still working on making things solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you're both treating each other with kindness and respect, even when things aren't going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship isn't in danger, but it could be if a crisis hits. You need more strength to get through the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what attracted you to each other, and try to bring some of that fire back. It's not too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstrongisyourrelationshipquiz/"&gt;How Strong is Your Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Your Reputation Is: Sweet Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveabadgirlreputationquiz/sweet-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're well known, there's nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're reputation is mostly good - as good as any rep can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabadgirlreputationquiz/"&gt;Do You Have A Bad Girl Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Not a Jealous Bone in Your Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouajealouswomanquiz/not-jealous.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're secure, trusting, and giving with friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have been hurt before, you've bounced back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generally happy with your life - and no one's grass is greener than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word of caution: some may see your lack of jealousy as indifference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouajealouswomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Jealous Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;You Are 50% Extrovert, 50% Introvert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/middle.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit outgoing but also a bit reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, you enjoy being social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also value the time you have alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have struck a good balance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;You're Reeling Him In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhavehimhookedquiz/reeling-him-in.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like you and your guy are a fairly new couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's into you, but he's not willing to bet his life on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you've been together for a while, you may need to consider why he's not hooked yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhavehimhookedquiz/"&gt;Do You Have Him Hooked?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Your Beauty Element is Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourbeautyelementquiz/earth.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the epitome of a natural beauty. Your look is definitely effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you shy away from a lot of make-up and accessories, you're no granola girl either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep your beauty routine simple and clean. You would never cover up your beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you use so few products, you can really splurge on the stuff you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeautyelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beauty Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7106060872908779892?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7106060872908779892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7106060872908779892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7106060872908779892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7106060872908779892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/quizzes-galore.html' title='Quizzes Galore!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-3542169421367452522</id><published>2009-08-24T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:25:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me-love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What do you see in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What do you feel when i speak to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Does your heart swell at the sight of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Does your soul scream for me to be with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What feelings do i instill into your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Questions;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Questions i dared not ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;For the fear of hearing the answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Would be a difficult task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I see sincerity in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I feel dizzy with happiness when i speak to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;My heart swells bigger than i can contain at the sight of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;My soul constantly scream for you to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;For you've instilled love into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;And i thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for being patient.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for being warm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for being honourable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for the strength and support you've given me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for being you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for giv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ing me your heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for loving me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Heh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-3542169421367452522?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/3542169421367452522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=3542169421367452522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3542169421367452522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/3542169421367452522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-love.html' title='me-love!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2058168302059741244</id><published>2009-08-24T14:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:51:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girly moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: OMG, borrow mirror. i plucked out a white-head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me: Tangan gatal eh, minah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*holds out her right hand to me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;Me: i dont wanna see it! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*digs in bag for mirror and pushes hand away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: I flicked it off! Flicked it off!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*scrapes stuff away from left hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me: Oh. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Moments later-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*hums to some music on her E63*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*Stares and blinks at her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tassh: dont look at me or i'll flick something at you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*snickers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me: NO! Dont flick a hair folicle at me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/2724877584398608949-2058168302059741244?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2058168302059741244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2058168302059741244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2058168302059741244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2058168302059741244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/girly-moments.html' title='girly moments'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4057672444552060888</id><published>2009-08-20T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:15:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What Happened on Sunday &amp;amp; Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Monday was spent doing presentation so dont ask why i never snapped any pics coz we were too busy to even pose for a pic or two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;16/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P160809_2050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Sunday after Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;18/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.swensens.com.sg/menu_earle.html"&gt;Earle Swensen's&lt;/a&gt; [Click!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Chilli Lobster Pasta. Fanta-bulously delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2000_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Root Beer Float. Heart heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2000_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Birthday gurl digging in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;My Sticky Chewy Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Her Frosted Chocolate Malt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Cheeks and Cherries. Best combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2144_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2300_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;At Simei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P180809_2301_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Sunday was spent with attending a wedding ceremony at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Changi-Simei CC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It was a huge thing for me coz it's been, like, a while since i saw him last. But my parents, friends, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, did give me help and support as the day drew closer and closer. I got to a point where i had to choose to lie or just show up and enjoy myself. When i still couldn't decide, boyfie gave me the green light and told me to just go and show some support. It was good of him to say that to me, because i needed to hear that. So i went there and i had a good time, since his cousin, lovely &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;CT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, talked to me the whole time i was there and eating the scrumptious food. She was being very hospitable since i said few mins after i arrived that i was nervous and shaking from the inside. She then rubbed my back and said it'll be all right, and i'll be all right.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it did turn out good. When we talked, however brief it was, i didn't feel hatred boiling in me, and my hand didn't even form a tight fist like i usually would make. I looked him in the eye and talked like we were friends. Which was what we both wanted: to be friends. I dont get why my friends asked me how i could deal being friends with my ex and i said it's all in your will; the willingness to set all the emotions aside, the hatred you had, and just see him as a friend. It's not easy, i had to admit, but after awhile you'll eventually get comfortable with him/her and your friendship might turn warm. Well, that's just me. Some refuse to be friends with their ex and i dont blame them. Some dont even deserve a single hint of your friendship, anyway. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tuesday 18/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was wonderful. Not the morning, or the afternoon, but the evening. I dragged &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Dily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; out of her house, which actually gave her the opportunity to sport on her beautiful purple MANGO dress that a lovely dude bought for her ;) And then i drove us both to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Terminal 3, Changi Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to try out &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Earle Swensen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It was very high-end and the seats are so low! LOL. But other than that the food was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;AMAZING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I've never tasted food any lovelier than theirs. The food was served fast and in its utmost condition. Wonderful service: thus the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; charges to my bill -.-'' Oh wells.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My presentation is done. Now what's left is the judging and gauging our progress. Not the prettiest sight anyone would wanna see, so &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I crossed our fingers and we're hoping for the bestest of best. We do hope God would spare us the humiliation and scrutiny and would let us pass with a satisfied sigh. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :s&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, take care y'all and God Bless. And to all who's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PR2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is tomorrow, may God bless us all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;PS: To all my ladies out there, give this link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingish.com/709605382/what-men-really-feel/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What Men Really Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[Click!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a try. I was surprised after reading it but trust me, you might get some intimate insight on what guys feel about.. certain things we say and do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Updated on 20th August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O.M.G.!!!!!!! I hate PR2!!!! I've witnessed first-hand how everyone's presentation went - whose project coming to a close, and whose hasn't -  and boy, was i surprised that most of us aren't nearing that impending end. I was gonna say doom but that aint right :s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, everyone was like holding their breaths every single time each group presented. And every single damn time, this certain teacher &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"shoots"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; questions that got the poor people stuttering with words and much-needed explanations. But like Nigel said, it's not to criticize us. It's only to push us further and provide some input on our projects, so that we'll be ready for judging - ready for the worst. Uh-huh. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*crosses fingers again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tassh, i wish we'd go through this the best we can. Nervous as you can be, try to understand that i've been nervous too and i do think about the consequences of our project. How the lecturers will try to kill us for the sake of pushing us and make us present the best of our abilities. So please stop saying i'm being too cool. I'm not. It's just that i am scared, and i try not to be also coz if i panicked, you would be panicked times ten. :s i dont want that on my conscience. I do pray that we'll pull through no matter what they say. We will lay down our flaws and we will be stronger. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-4057672444552060888?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4057672444552060888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4057672444552060888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4057672444552060888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4057672444552060888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-and-go.html' title='Come and Go'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-1206503720251528118</id><published>2009-08-17T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:26:20.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuttteeee!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Mad About Cute Lil' Things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Courtesy of Tumblr Site (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsgabbith.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Gabby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;PS: You wont be bored looking at her pictures :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/43160350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/blanket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/catclose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/innocent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/ipodkitty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kittychk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/sadkitty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/tinykitten.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/walle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/cutebox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/darthvader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/die.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/tinybooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/sleeplaptop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/plushie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/me.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/hatesmoke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/gundown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/bigeeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/parrot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/hamsters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-1206503720251528118?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/1206503720251528118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=1206503720251528118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1206503720251528118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1206503720251528118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuttteeee.html' title='cuttteeee!!!!!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-1166730477327996575</id><published>2009-08-17T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:29:50.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep-deprived, of course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;The Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;From The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Til it was a battle cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't mean it's never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been this way before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you can do is try to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who your friends are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And follow the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But just because they can't feel it too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Til they're before your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they call you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they call you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday blues suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Not only did i have to wake up at 7 - freaking - am, i had to drag myself out of the house, in the cold chilly morning and drive my car from the top unsheltered floor of the carpark, down to a sheltered one. With it i brought my left-behind items that my sis conveniently forgot to bring down for her "beloved" big sister. -.- Why i say that? Well, ever since we shared our queen-sized bed, she's been smacking my face with her arm and hand, and kicking me in the side with her leg. She's not tiny, should i emphasize, and it truly hurt. Sometimes i aroused from my beauty sleep because of her, and it's not during the timeframe that i meant to wake up (7.30-8am)! Sometimes, i'd be awake at 2am (if i fell asleep at 12am), or at 5am (in which i slept at 1 or 2am). &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;IT SUCKS!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now i'm all teary-eyed and in dire need of some slapping coz i can't afford to fall asleep now when i got too many stuffs to do due to some deadlines that surfaced. And i gotta pick out a place for me and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to go to on our Wednesday date since next week onwards we can't see each other frequently, only when we plan to break our fast in the evening. Wanna make it special. LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, with blasted music to my ears it'll keep me "wide awake" until lunch. Til next time i blog, take care y'all and God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-1166730477327996575?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/1166730477327996575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=1166730477327996575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1166730477327996575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1166730477327996575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep-deprived-of-course.html' title='sleep-deprived, of course'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-1767831006664369042</id><published>2009-08-14T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:32:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooch me softly, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Mad About Smooching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Courtesy of WeHeartIt.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;(PS: I just love kisses. Who doesn't, right? Oh and the lines have no relation or story, they're just thoughts in my head.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This time, curiosity didn't kill it, it just made it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh yeah, it can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Lean me down on my back and everything just intensifies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;By the sea or ocean we'll always embrace each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I be a sucker for&lt;i&gt; spontaneity&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Soft cheeks and hard jawline; it's the sweet scent of your skin that draws me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"From Juno"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;High-school loves are adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;For the future of our kids, we'll pull through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I just havta wrap my arms around your neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pooches need some luvin' too, y'know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Under the stars, i'll constantly wish for your lips on mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The gentle touch of your fingers warms me up every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Your breath caressing my lips as you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I wanna absorb your everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;In love, we gotta support each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kiss9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So we can end up happily &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;married&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and very much&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; in lov&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[End]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, no reason at all whatsoever. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*coughLYINGcough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; What?? -.- But even if i did have some sort of reason, i refuse to disclose any sort of sordid detail that is beyond personal, into an internet diary where everyone could read it. They'll begin to judge me without rightfully asking me, or understanding my views and principles. Pfft. Even if boyfie refuses to read any bit of my blog, i do wish he would wanna coz some of my post are dedicated to him. :( Oh wells.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, off for lunch! Might eat, might not. Sigh..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-1767831006664369042?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/1767831006664369042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=1767831006664369042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1767831006664369042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1767831006664369042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/smooch-me-softly-baby.html' title='Smooch me softly, baby'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-5969724803866437352</id><published>2009-08-11T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:15:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain for a lil' wayne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;National Day Celebration cum 3D/2N stay at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Rasa Sentosa Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Sentosa, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Yes, yes the headline is long. Piss off. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, yes, i enjoyed my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; vacay with my family and had a helluva time there. I managed to return home from work at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;130AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - dad fetched me from Suntec City itself and waited in the car until i popped up. And he actually entertained me for the whole trip coz i was talking and talking non-stop like i was some &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tourist. -.- poor Dad. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when we reached our room, with hot &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Roti Prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Nescafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in hand, Mom opened the sliding door and i immediately hugged her. Coz i was so tired, aching, and sad that i dragged my dad out late in the morning so he could bring me to my family. I kissed both of them, changed and laid down flat on my back on the soft bed and comforters. Sis hugged me and said she missed me. Gawd, love family vacays. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And actually, in honest truth, i didn't wanna post anything concerning my holiday. But i thought it'd be great to show what it looks like so here they are! Of course, some of the pics dont belong to me so credits to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/"&gt;Google.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/sentosa3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Welcome to Rasa Sentosa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/sentosa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;This isn't our room but it's the exact.. uh.. well, look of our room. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;We got the garden view so it's very cool. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/sentosa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-ass slide the minute you stepped into the swimming area. It was filled with screaming kids i dared not come any closer. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Ahh.. my non-stop-growing &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;10yr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; old sister. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;At Imbiah Lookout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Waiting to enter the only attraction Mom chose to surrender money for. The crowd there was mad lorh. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1146_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Us being oh-so ready to ride the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Luge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, thanks to bro's recommendation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PS: to those who just became my blog-reader recently, do rmbr that my bro is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;year younger than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite the height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/luge3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Not my pic but i had to show you what it is :D&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so this is the Luge. Fun, right? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/luge2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Even kids and adults can ride it :D I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/luge1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;This is where the trip ends and we return our short-lived &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;COE-free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; vehicle to their caretakers. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;From here onwards are my pics :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;And this is the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Skyride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;everyone &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; take - since we paid for it - where we go back up to return to higher ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;From my POV. Scary as hell. I dared not look down. Mom did -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1211_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;When we posed for my Cooky, the attraction took a pic of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Was freakin' funny arh. HEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;didn't look down, but i did bend down to snap a pic of how it looks like from waaaaayyy up here. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1212_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Faraway view of our hotel :D Apparently, the haze came here too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1212_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I couldn't hear a thing from my bro and sis - either they're scared or they were trying not to scare themselves. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1212_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Hazy view of the sea and boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Touchdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;LOL. They told us to push open the handle-bar across our bellies and run off the Skyride's path. Me and Mom were squealing like children when we ran off. HAHAHAH. Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;In the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tram/monorail/LRT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; - blah - to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VivoCit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for LJS luncheon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Bro so &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;botak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Sighh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P090809_1402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Me heart me-momsie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P100809_1210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Sister &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nak step-berpikiran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's like a damn late post but blogger was going thru some difficult loading times, plus photobucket. And coz i wasn't in the mood to wait, i just loaded the pics, coded them in, and wrote the full post at school. LOL. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Editted on August 12, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;The Hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Dily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! HAHAHAHA. It was gross, but hilarious. Superb and unpredictable, i tell you! I was a little turned off by the many nude scenes but i guess it's Vegas, and you not seeing a single flash of private skin would be wrong for a crazy place like that. HAHAH. And the baby was toooooo cute!!!!! Feel like tearing him from the movie and keep him. LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okie dokies. Shall be meeting &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tonight. :) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-MP/SIP Week 17-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Me &amp;amp; Tassh: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*listening to 987fm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh: You know this song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: Familiar lehh... Isn't it Lil' Wayne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh: Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*clicks on website*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; ahhh there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*points to screen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; OHH! Jay Sean and Lil' Pain-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh: -.- Lil WAYNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*was laughing too hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; O.M.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh: Wow, confident seh. Lil' Pain. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-5969724803866437352?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/5969724803866437352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=5969724803866437352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5969724803866437352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5969724803866437352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-for-lil-wayne.html' title='pain for a lil&apos; wayne'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-1105127720441402623</id><published>2009-08-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:09:23.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Making Decisions Suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beyond Reason, Or Understanding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;It Just Plain Suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Between Family And Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'd Rather Hurt Myself Than Hurt Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If It Means To Keep Them Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hence,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making Big Decisions Just Plain Freakin' Suck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Big, BIG Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-1105127720441402623?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/1105127720441402623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=1105127720441402623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1105127720441402623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1105127720441402623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-5107044245120023513</id><published>2009-08-07T10:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:14:59.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voluntary Non-Profitable Advertorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: I am not doing this under Nuffnang's orders. I am doing this because i am a strong supporter against any trafficking of sorts, be it drugs, sex or child. And thus i am writing this post as a sign of my voluntary effort to spread the awareness. The link is below. Please click on and read about the stories. It'll surprise you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com.sg/en/values_trafficking.aspx?&amp;amp;utm_medium=newsletter17442&amp;amp;utm_campaign=17442&amp;amp;utm_source=379587"&gt;The Body Shop Sex Trafficking Campaign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnuMXCnOMhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eIBe4Xtto5o/s1600-h/ad1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnuMXCnOMhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eIBe4Xtto5o/s320/ad1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367037708408336914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnuMWoTvozI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ep7ZGbEfI1E/s1600-h/ad2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnuMWoTvozI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ep7ZGbEfI1E/s320/ad2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367037701347320626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Click on the images, too if you'd like to buy the product &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com.sg/en/index.aspx"&gt;The Body Shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is selling in support of this campaign. I'm sure you'll make such a difference if you help everyone to stop the trafficking. And it'll give me such great pleasure if you spread the word, too! :) I'm gonna get a bottle soon! I need new hand cream anyway. HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i am not doing this post for any profit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It is entirely voluntary so please do not report me. They did, however, send me an email about it and told me to spread the word on their product.. so here i am! HAHAH. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;To everyone I know, I cherish and I love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/2724877584398608949-5107044245120023513?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/5107044245120023513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=5107044245120023513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5107044245120023513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5107044245120023513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/voluntary-non-profitable-advertorial.html' title='Voluntary Non-Profitable Advertorial'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnuMXCnOMhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eIBe4Xtto5o/s72-c/ad1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6056784774568937464</id><published>2009-08-06T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:27:45.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about titties :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=46675744"&gt;Jeff Dunham's 2008 Christmas Special&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So happens i was being bored out of my wits therefore i &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;d my favourite &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ventriloquist &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(one who becomes the voice of his/her puppets like a comedic act)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and found his quite latest vid during last year's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was expecting it to be one helluva show but it seemed to be toned down a little bit, way way down that i thought it seemed like he was holding back just a little. But it was all good, coz he's still the funniest person i've ever met let alone him standing with his puppets and all. HAHAHA. And here's just a little snippet i managed to love coming from one of his oldest and most purplest friend: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(To those who dont have a single clue what i am talking about, please head on to the link above and watch the whole show.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. You won't regret it :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, here's the snippet. Enjoy. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Snippet 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Peanut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; .. I hope i'm adopted. Maybe i can be one of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'s adoptee! One who's still nursing, of course. Oh i'm sorry &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Brad Pitt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;but i'm just freaking thirsty! My biggest decision of the day would be.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hmm, let's see uh.. Left or the right...? Or right down the middle!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Snippet 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Peanut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes i said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Titties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Bodacious ta-tas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;~! If they're little they're &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tittles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! If they're big they're &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ta-tonsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tit-zillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tit-tanics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! But it's sad coz when they get older, they'll sink. Ah, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;globes of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Snippet 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Peanut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; An evil superhero. Da-da-da-da! It's &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;drug-man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you may have gone far more blur than you were at first, but trust me.. watch the vid and you'll so definitely get what i mean. HAHAHA. I had so much fun watching the vid, i just had to blog about it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow! Oh yeah, thank God for that. :) And i do hope me and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;will be excused to "watch" tomorrow's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;National Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; celebration in school. Apparently, everyone in the lab opted to go as well so all of us decided too. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care and God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2724877584398608949-6056784774568937464?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/6056784774568937464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=6056784774568937464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6056784774568937464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/6056784774568937464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/talk-about-titties-o.html' title='Talk about titties :O'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7621131391439734240</id><published>2009-08-06T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:50:20.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays come faster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pictures Galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Courtesy of Google.com &amp;amp; WeHeartIt.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(If you can't see the pictures, feel free to click them. They'll be maximised to your heart's content :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFlRTIYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bvhQpWvfPPk/s1600-h/collage1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFlRTIYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bvhQpWvfPPk/s320/collage1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366751535450759554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFeQKaUI/AAAAAAAAALw/LovVA-hUHyk/s1600-h/collage2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFeQKaUI/AAAAAAAAALw/LovVA-hUHyk/s320/collage2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366751533566945602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFTZPVbI/AAAAAAAAALo/zLgxd-laIbI/s1600-h/collage3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFTZPVbI/AAAAAAAAALo/zLgxd-laIbI/s320/collage3.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366751530652226994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFAEvP5I/AAAAAAAAALg/pUp6wH8rPCc/s1600-h/catngurl.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFAEvP5I/AAAAAAAAALg/pUp6wH8rPCc/s320/catngurl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366751525465964434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHnWR_WlI/AAAAAAAAALY/t4_S3euwbyE/s1600-h/happybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHnWR_WlI/AAAAAAAAALY/t4_S3euwbyE/s320/happybaby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366751016031050322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHnCva93I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JPHH-xzeKcs/s1600-h/maddoxange.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHnCva93I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JPHH-xzeKcs/s320/maddoxange.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366751010785785714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHmso_ujI/AAAAAAAAALI/8A6q--SAhM8/s1600-h/lovehate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHmso_ujI/AAAAAAAAALI/8A6q--SAhM8/s320/lovehate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366751004853254706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHmEHom3I/AAAAAAAAALA/HYt65xeaz0o/s1600-h/babiesinbucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHmEHom3I/AAAAAAAAALA/HYt65xeaz0o/s320/babiesinbucket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366750993975909234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHl9I6YFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IiUjV44lOYI/s1600-h/angebrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqHl9I6YFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IiUjV44lOYI/s320/angebrad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366750992102219858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so my unhealthy obsession with Ange, Brad and their huge brood may be suspicious, but who doesn't love 'em? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; does. HAHAHA. Anyway, i just can't wait for that two days of relaxation for me poor self. This Saturday will be spent at work and at home, since the hotel strictly accomodates only 3 peeps in a room therefore two peeps had to leave after monkeying around. HAHAH. So dad sacrificed himself, and then suggested that i come on Sunday instead of staying from Saturday onwards. I, being a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;self-proclaimed pampered princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, was hoping to stay for 2 nights but for family's convenience, i said OK and so me and Dad will protect our home from buggers! :O LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie dokie y'all! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Take care and God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: i wanna watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;GI Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;with Mommy and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7621131391439734240?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7621131391439734240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7621131391439734240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7621131391439734240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7621131391439734240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/holidays-come-faster.html' title='holidays come faster!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/SnqIFlRTIYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bvhQpWvfPPk/s72-c/collage1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-8457911795346136056</id><published>2009-08-05T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:16:42.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wont turn a blind eye on u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;chances;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about grasping your Faith and taking that giant leap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about understanding the consequences of your footsteps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about realising your surroundings before you act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about analysing your words before you speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about befriending someone before you fall in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Emotionally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;in-tuned;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about understanding one's pain and joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about believing that one's will to change the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about supporting someone in a struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about relieving their suffering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about loving them when there's no one else to love them back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;in love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about compromise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about sacrifice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about heartbreak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about sweet indulgence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about acceptance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about torture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like Hell on Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like floating in Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about caring for someone other than your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's about finding your soulmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[End]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so i havent been updating much but it's all coz of my project - can't i continue complaining about it? I mean really, it's all that's occupying my simplistic life now. OK, so not that simple but it's getting there. What do i mean? Well, the very thing i fear most has started and i "can't wait" for the storm to come since i've felt/tasted/heard the thunder. Or maybe it's coz of my unexpected period that decided to bubble out before the fasting month. I think He don't want me to skip any more days. LOL. Which i'm cool about. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was amazing. I had so much fun meeting &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Dily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; after a week, and she seemed so much more happier after her trip to&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I'm glad she came back in one piece and not crying her eyes out or anything. Which was a huge relief for me. And then since Fye (her only MALE best friend besides Adli) let her keep his DSLR aka Kelly, we abused it to no end. HAHAHA. The pictures turned out amazing we just had to use it until we're satisfied with the pictures taken. Ahhh.. cam-whoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then tonight, i will be meeting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;boyfie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before he leaves for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Brunei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;4 days of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Sigh. I was actually hoping to meet him at &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and hang out with him during &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;National Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this coming Sunday, but he told me last week that he won't be in Singapore and will be at Brunei spending time with his mom, dad (who works as a Training officer there) and his little sis. I'm sure playing soccer with them all will be fun. And i do hope tonight will be OK; we have some scores to settle with each other and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i dont intend to turn a blind eye on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;take care and God Bless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2724877584398608949-8457911795346136056?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/8457911795346136056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=8457911795346136056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8457911795346136056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/8457911795346136056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/08/wont-turn-blind-eye-on-u.html' title='wont turn a blind eye on u'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7934743805338582360</id><published>2009-07-31T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:35:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow~ :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; Mad About Kittens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Courtesy of Google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/698272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Awww.. Blue Eyes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/_cute_kitten.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Lick dem paw! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/cute-kittens10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Cute little eyes. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/cute-sad-kitten01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Meow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/gatito1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Damn you're too tiny :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/knittedkitten.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Dont mess with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; hoodie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/messyeater2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Got Milk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/super_cute_kittens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Kitty Litter: Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/kittycups.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Want a cuppa of purrs and meows? :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sighhhhh... HAHAHAHA&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7934743805338582360?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7934743805338582360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7934743805338582360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7934743805338582360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7934743805338582360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/meow-3.html' title='Meow~ :3'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2923102030223345455</id><published>2009-07-29T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:35:40.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes sappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dear World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As i look at the pictures of my past, at the faces i've grown to adore and love, i've realised that i, too, have changed beyond recognition. I no longer recognise who the girl behind the purple-framed specs was. I could no longer reconnect myself with that girl from years ago. There was too much pain attached to that girl and i can see how much it affected her image, her soul, and her heart. I can tell how disheartened that girl looked, even as she aged into maturity, along with heavier responsibilities dropped on her shoulders and a blurry future ahead of her. I dared not blame the source(s) of her miseries, because that would be going against God's powerful will upon each and every one of His minions living on Earth. I dared not hate those who affected her life, or touched it with utmost affection and compassionate love for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dared not hate whoever crossed my path, stayed on it, or had left it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoever i've met and got to know had left footsteps in my life; footsteps that will be hard to disappear even through the strongest of winds or the harshest of rains. Even if their role in my life had been miniscule, or magnanimously life-changing, i shall never forget their faces, their voices, and how much that used to mean to me. But to those who still stayed with me, think about me if not everytime at least once in their life, i cherish them most. Especially my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder there's a saying that pictures speak a thousand words... They actually do, to me, as i looked back at those days where i had been happy, was happy, and stayed happy. It was a nostalgic experience for me as i smiled upon my sillyness, the humour, and the laughter i felt coming across from picture to my soul. It touched me where no human being had ever tried, and it softened my heart every time i gave my picture albums a quick glance. Frienships, to me, are the most beautiful things anyone can ever have in their lives and if it weren't for friendships.. none of us would ever have relationships. We wouldn't even know what relationships mean if it weren't for friendships. Stepping stone, if i could say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it'll be a waste if anyone of us, including myself, were to take our friendships for granted, thinking that if we dont do a thing the friendship will forever stay strong. That's very wrong, to me.. but rifts are meant to happen in one's friendship/relationship. If not for the adoration or love you feel for your circle of friends, no one will continue to stick by you and comfort you, or watch over you, or hug you, or kiss you. We can't afford to pretend things never happened, nor drag things on if they did. We gotta brush the dust off our knees and stand up for what we cherish, what we love. I love my friends so much it kills me if we ever, ever part. I love them so much they are like my sisters to me and i adore them to death. Without them by my side i dont think i could ever see the light ever again. They're so beautiful to me, i couldn't help but stare in wonder and smile at how bright their grins looked to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would die without my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Easily put, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;cherish your friends like they are family&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Adore them like they are your little ones&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;And love them like they are your guardian angels&lt;/span&gt;, coz hey, you gotta admit.. sometimes they do look like they &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sent from heaven. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2923102030223345455?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2923102030223345455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2923102030223345455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2923102030223345455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2923102030223345455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-comes-sappy.html' title='Here comes sappy'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-1444151913948985255</id><published>2009-07-29T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:13:18.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do be do be doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-MP/SIP-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A-weema-weh A-weema-weh A-weema-weh A-weema-weh. In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; and you still insist i'm the crazier one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh: You'll only hear this from me, in this lab, at this hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: ohhh yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tassh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*gets a Hongkee accent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; In de jungerr ar.. the mighty junger.. the lion sleeps tonite ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*snorts and laughs too hard to continue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*rolls over floor laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; XD!! Cannot tahan already!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*clicks on Blogger.com*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-1444151913948985255?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/1444151913948985255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=1444151913948985255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1444151913948985255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/1444151913948985255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-be-do-be-doo.html' title='do be do be doo'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7575498794371654345</id><published>2009-07-29T09:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:52:18.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mad About All Things Sweet &amp;amp; Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;WeHeartIt.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-nRifEc6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zVT739mLLZs/s1600-h/blog15.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-mw5OLC7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/2SDrSwLggoU/s320/blog6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363689040145746866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-lkCQsp2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dUyb_Etl0og/s1600-h/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-lkCQsp2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dUyb_Etl0og/s320/blog5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363687719722329954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-ljw1UGDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bN_NzgdL-xs/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-ljw1UGDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bN_NzgdL-xs/s320/blog4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363687715044071474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-ljsuCYgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lTct8STLXPs/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-ljsuCYgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lTct8STLXPs/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363687713939808770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-ljZx4YUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4LayYtY5UAs/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-ljZx4YUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4LayYtY5UAs/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363687708855656770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-li1BVL_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jlqUQvfTF_Q/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-li1BVL_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jlqUQvfTF_Q/s1600-h/blog1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-li1BVL_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jlqUQvfTF_Q/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363687698988347378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Fin]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just blogged about these pictures coz i thought they were pretty and sweet and cute and it touched my heart a little bit. And also coz i texted boyfie and i had a ball of a time laughing at his messages. However, it turned out to be a discussion where he declared to me, twice, that he will not return to his old habit - which i shall not disclose right here. Of course, i am glad that he said those things to me and it's not like i dont trust him at all. I was worried that he might miss the feeling of it, but it'll be harder on me to think that i am not worthy enough to make him keep it up. He teased me about it before, and maybe coz he thought i was joking as well but it came to a point where i got serious and told him the truth about my feelings. That i am not going to let him get back to his old ways again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It'll actually kill me, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oookayy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Take care and God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; :) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7575498794371654345?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7575498794371654345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7575498794371654345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7575498794371654345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7575498794371654345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air~'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VC_PcdgRzs/Sm-nRifEc6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zVT739mLLZs/s72-c/blog15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2969717665989408404</id><published>2009-07-28T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:25:14.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say Nevah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The Fray - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Never Say Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Song from Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal Rating: 15/10 :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;There's some things we don't talk about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rather do without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and just hold the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falling in and out of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ashamed and proud of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together all the while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can never say never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why we dont know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time and time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;younger now than we were before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture you're the queen of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as far as the eye can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;under your command&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be your guardian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when all is crumbling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;steady your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can never say never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why we dont know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time, time and time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;younger now then we were before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're pulling apart and coming together again and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're growing apart but we pull it together, pull it together, together again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x4]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Thanks to Jewel (lost_n_delirious@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/"&gt;www.azlyrics.com&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2969717665989408404?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2969717665989408404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2969717665989408404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2969717665989408404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2969717665989408404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-say-nevah.html' title='Never say Nevah!'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-4599327715035169885</id><published>2009-07-27T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:13:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing in the golden rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My First Gig err.. Participation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yea so like i said before, i would be shit-busy out and about and working on Sunday so i hardly had any spare time to update anything on what happened with my weekend. But it was spent well and with a dash of fun, a hint of laughter, and a whole truckload full of local music and flavour. The performances i watched outside Cineleisure was amazing! Of course, besides the screaming dudes (they were apparently a Metal - or totally Rock - band)  so many people were turned off by the screaming and the loud amplifiers by their ears as they walk past the black stage and stairs. It hardly had anything else, just some amps, white gates, their instruments and microphones. And the production crew weren't any good. Microphones were hardly workable coz half the time the singers were speaking you can't hear a single word they were saying let alone hear them sing their own songs. It sucked that way but the songs i heard were wonderful. Some were so good i had to tap my feet and bob my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s band came up, i finally heard the applause they deserved. Sigh. He played the guitar like an amazing pro and he's been at it for almost &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;7 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Sighhh.. I felt so utterly lucky to have a taste of his band's music. And as i watched his fingers strum so fast over the guitar, i was star-strucked and beyond words. It was surreal! He played sooooooo well. He opened for most of the songs they played. And he was soooo in to playing the music that he started jumping around like a true guitarist. HAHAHAHA. I thought it was the most beautiful sound i've ever heard in my entire life, and yes i think i've moved on from my first love (normal guitar) to my new love, the electric guitar. Oh, how smitten i am with his guitar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then after meeting &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Izyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - from TP - we watched a few bands play and left, in a hurry, to watch what's left of the fireworks display during the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NDP Preview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was packed to the brim we couldn't even get past the flyover and just sat at the end, hoping to at least see some of the fireworks. And it was beautiful. It was bright, big, loud, and prettyyyy... Like the black sky that night was producing golden rain upon &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Marina Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It was a very wonderful sight to see for a lovely night like last Saturday. I had fun. Hehe. Then coz everyone got too hungry we hurried off to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and ate at the foodcourt there. And coz of the NDP crowd, it was packed and hardly had any empty seats that stayed empty for more than 3 mins. Luckily we had seats outside the foodcourt. I'm just glad that it wasnt humid and hot out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we sat by Esplanade and took pictures with boyfie's camera, left at 1045pm and head off for home. And then, of course, Sunday was spent at work. Woke up early without feeling too sleepy and drained, came to work peachy and smiling, hugging and air-kissing people i see and making sure i wouldn't ruin my rep at work. At least not many people confronted me on what happened last 2 Saturdays, which was good for me since it won't be affecting anything. I actually had a pleasant time at work and i was walking around smiling like the world is filled with super-soft candy. HAHAHA. Then i met boyfie after work and he escorted me all the way home. Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, a lovely weekend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and here are some of the pictures i took during the performance. I didn't take other bands' performance so it's very very little. And should i say very amateurish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy though! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/250720091019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;The groupies. HAHAHA. Nah, we were there to support the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;PS: I swear i can't rmbr the names :S but the one on the extreme right is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Iqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/250720091022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;The guys :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Left: Ariff (guitar/vocalist), Sai Jo (drummer), Faris "boyfie" (guitarist/vocalist)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;:D ahhh my heart's filled with pride. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/250720091025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;They were amazing on stage. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/250720091026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P250709_1832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;It might seem empty but behind me was a huge crowd. Coz everyone else was afraid that if they stood in the middle they might get kicked or trampled on by other people, unbothered by the performances, that are trying to get into &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P250709_1832_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Another angle. The small dude on the extreme left by the white pillar is part of the production crew. Not a nice-looking dude. Looked pissed the whole time. -.-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P250709_1913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me and Iqa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P250709_1924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Iqa wearing one of the boys' friend's hat. I liked the hat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[Fin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for the lengthy, wordy post but i dont have much pictures to post. Unless i steal them from boyfie's memory card, which would be good. LOL. Anyways, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is here and fasting month is coming on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! To all my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muslim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friends, be prepared :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-4599327715035169885?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/4599327715035169885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=4599327715035169885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4599327715035169885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/4599327715035169885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/singing-in-golden-rain.html' title='singing in the golden rain'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-5112368861902304831</id><published>2009-07-24T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:42:04.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemme hold your hand, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Mad About Holdin' Dem Hand Of Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/holding-hands-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Strength of many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/holding-hands-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Binds everyone together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/holding-hands-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Keeps us warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/RF244067Couple-Holding-Hands-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Keeps us happy and sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/Holding_Hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;With friends, or with loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/z76741671.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;The contact of skin to skin gives a fluttery feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/z30014125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Rebellious or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/holding-hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Even in infancy we wish to touch the ones we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/boyandgirlholdinghandslittle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;To provide the sense of comfort and protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/shadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;So we could shadow each other's footsteps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;And watch the sunset together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/Holding_hands_by_homarte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/boy20girl20holding20hands20KA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Thank you, everyone, to whomever who had touched my life and my hand :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Fin]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simple post. No direction intended. OK, it's coz Tassh was posting beside me, too, so i thought i'd post as well. And when i visited PB i saw a picture of holding hands and i thought it was sweet. Reminds me of the times i held hands with boyfie. :) Ahh, sweet memories. Hehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, people! Thank God for that. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, i won't be around on Saturday and Sunday. Saturday afternoon shall be spent watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s performance just outside&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Cathay Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He invited me over since it's a free gig and it's also coz i'm not working tomorrow. :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday, however, i will be working. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;10am-10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Gawd, i'll be so beat on Monday it's not even entirely funny. Not even a little bit. I'm hoping it'll be a good Sunday, so i won't go crazy again like i did last Saturday... Woops, wasn't planning to say a thing about that. LOLz.. Too late. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, take care and God bless y'all! To &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Nigel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and my dear sweet &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Ming Sheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for helping us touch-up our codes. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Bless your kind patient soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy your weekends!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-5112368861902304831?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/5112368861902304831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=5112368861902304831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5112368861902304831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/5112368861902304831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/lemme-hold-your-hand-love.html' title='lemme hold your hand, love'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7743512455484015559</id><published>2009-07-23T12:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:31:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thus He bestowed me a test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Apparently God is trying to test me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been going through some unlikely situations, so surprising and shocking that it got me shaken and crying. Maybe &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; wants me to get tougher when similar times like these comes again. But i think it got me feeling just as worst as any other normal day. it makes no difference really, but it does make me see things in another perspective. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was being supportive, and when she saw me crying she tried her best to make me learn something instead of despise the luck i've been getting, or the people involved. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mom being Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, i'm not being mad at whatever it is that made me so unlucky like this but i'm holding up good. I've been talking it out with people closest to me, well mostly to Mom, of course. To &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;boyfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; as well, and eventho it wasnt a typical boyfriend-cheering-up method he used, he talked and joked with me in hopes i would forget what had happened these past few days. he was very sweet, and we even arranged to meet yesterday night. we hung out under one of the old neighbourhood blocks and just chattered away about stuffs. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Warning: You can read whatever's below this, but it's specifically to 2 special people in my life, and you're not them ignore what's going on there, all right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Friend #1&lt;/b&gt;: whatever it is you are going through please talk it out with me. that night was a total shocker to me and i dont get why i felt hurt, somehow. it was the first time, i guess, that you've ever done that to me. i was so ready to see you but you chucked me away and expect me to understand what you're going through. i can't read what was between the lines because you never gave me a clear-cut reason why you did what you did. it saddened me so badly that i couldn't comprehend anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;i tried to reason, but an explanation right from your pretty lips will definitely fix everything else that's going on in my head. I'm telling you to talk to me, to not avoid me, and not to hate me. if i've angered you, tell me too, please. I wish to know what's going on in your head, if not in your life. Whatever it is, tell me. I'm ready to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I miss you, my dearest friend. you may think it was nothing that you did, it didn't hurt anyone, but apparently it hurt me. and i'm not gonna assume or accuse you until you tell me what's wrong. come to me and tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Friend #2&lt;/b&gt;: i've given you 1001 advices, tried to reason with you 1001 times, and told you lots of scenarios so you could open your eyes and see the bigger, bigger picture. i do not blame you for being blinded and constantly in denial of her actions and justifications, but please understand that you're no longer yourself and you're not in the best of shape. this is not the time in your life where you mull over the smallest of things like hormones and love. you are in school, you are studying for a diploma, and you cannot mess this opportunity up. you have so many other things to think about, but here you are reminiscing those beautiful moments you had with her, hoping and wishing that she would look over her shoulder and smile into your face like it was the brightest star in your darkest skies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;you gotta understand that her reasons and promises are just an excuse to keep on playing with your mind and heart. it doesn't show she's trying to protect your heart at all. it doesn't help you with anything at all. look at yourself now, and think about your soul that's cracking second by second. why be sad when she's happy all by herself, flitting around guys - victims of her next charade? you do not deserve this. you deserve so much better than the bullshit she's tossing at you. be tough, show everyone that you can stand straight even though she's doing this to you. show to the other guys that you're not weak, that you can withstand all the pain she's put you through. show everyone that you're so much stronger than you've ever been. i'm not telling you to pretend. i'm telling you to nose up, back straight, shoulders back and strong. stand tall and proud and ignore the bullcrap that's happening around you. you're a young man, and your strength will be the most appealing asset a dashing man like yourself can use to his advantage. trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;i care about you and i'm concerned about your life right now. i see you, into your eyes, and i can tell you feel like bawling blood into your hands. you can cry as much as you want, but the longer you cry the harder it is to move on, and the more pain will always burden your shoulders. pray, ask God for strength to move on, for guidance, for a way to help you ease your pain. I'm sure He will give you some way to smile one day, to find some light in your life, and to give you an amazing companion in your bright future. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[Fin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, enough of reading my notes to my friends. but sadly enough i'm in no mood to post pictures today. i'm just glad i finally wrote a post that's filled with thoughts. i like reading people's thoughts coz even tho you dont know them that well, that personally, you may know them just a little bit through their thoughts written in blog posts. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All right, i be done here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Take care and God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7743512455484015559?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7743512455484015559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7743512455484015559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7743512455484015559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7743512455484015559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/apparently-god-is-trying-to-test-me.html' title='thus He bestowed me a test'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-2602455100210659784</id><published>2009-07-20T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:21:27.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsetting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Picture Pick-Up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I'm Just Plain Mad About 'Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;WeHeartIt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Oh, how saddened i am they are no longer together.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Sexy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Total cuteness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;; the best romantic movie hands down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/love8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Cam-whoring in lab-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P170709_1640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Tassh catching up with her usual mates on MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P170709_1641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;And then here i come bugging her to no end :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P170709_1644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P170709_1645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P170709_1645_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P170709_1645_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;See that oddly-looking thing she's holding? With that crooked end? That's what used to be the stick of a lollipop. o.o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/19Yoshimi88/P170709_1646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Seemingly shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Current status in school: Utter crunch-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've got less than 5 weeks til we're to hand the project up for judging and grading. And not to mention me having quite the emotional weekend which i did not see coming. Apparently, the day boyfie was unable to fetch me from work, is the very day God bestowed upon me a very disheartening event. Sigh.. It totally stripped motivation from me and i lost so much heart when i was working. I kept texting boyfie so he could cheer me up, which he did, but i prayed to God to make him see me or vice versa - coz i've never wanted to see him so much like how i did that Saturday night. He thought i was upset with him, but i'm not obliged to do such a thing. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the whole matter replayed in my head the whole of Saturday night until Sunday afternoon. I totally, completely lost my mood, and drove like a zombie. I felt nothing - practically numb inside. Then boyfie texted me that evening and immediately asked if i'm all right. I told him the truth and said i was still upset. And throughout the night we texted until i ended up laughing to myself. Heh, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;he gots amazing powers like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;end of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is near, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;the fasting month&lt;/span&gt; is coming soon! Shall put work on temporary hold - for like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;1 mth and few weeks&lt;/span&gt; prolly, and then get back to work :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care y'all and God Bless!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-2602455100210659784?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/2602455100210659784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=2602455100210659784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2602455100210659784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/2602455100210659784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/upsetting.html' title='Upsetting'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-7027692321014161328</id><published>2009-07-19T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:06:33.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear my prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I miss him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so badly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i cry at the very thought of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the very essence of him warms me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I want him home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724877584398608949-7027692321014161328?l=sylver-bleu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/feeds/7027692321014161328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724877584398608949&amp;postID=7027692321014161328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7027692321014161328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724877584398608949/posts/default/7027692321014161328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylver-bleu.blogspot.com/2009/07/hear-my-prayer.html' title='hear my prayer'/><author><name>Lana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459482619766241293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724877584398608949.post-6978015210579674457</id><published>2009-07-16T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:31:37.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Forehead ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. How do you feel when you wake up this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Worried, and a shitful of lack-of-sleep syndrome (if there is one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoilt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Lemme think........ NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Would you ever donate blood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;If i have more than enough, sure. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best-friend of the opposite sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Adli :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Do you want someone dead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Gawd, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. What does your last text-message says?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Okay, bole.Hahahaha, syameer per!Takdela, dorng baru bookout,atau tak." From Boyfie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What to wear for tomorrow - to school and dinner date with Boyfie ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Do you wish someone to be with you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;:D Most definitely. Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;12.30am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Where did you buy the t-shirt you are wearing now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;ISETAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. Someone on your mind now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Boyfie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. Who was the last person that texted you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Boyfie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. Tag 8 random person to do this survey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;1) Dily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;2) Tassh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;3) Souher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;4) Afiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;5) Ahmad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;6) Delphina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;7) Meng Siang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;8) Lina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. Who is number 2 having relationship with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. Is number 3 a male or a female?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Female~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt
