<?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-6213029820302131431</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:04:30.906+08:00</updated><category term='everything just in a mess.'/><category term='Tangisan Rindu'/><category term='Happie 1 year 4 months anniversary love.'/><category term='happie 1 year 2 months anniversary'/><category term='Get well soon.'/><category term='i love you.'/><title type='text'>YuyulDahdaa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3073959486467970918</id><published>2012-02-15T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T16:52:50.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V.Day♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-295YvC9Y-zY/TztV1gpRTKI/AAAAAAAADYM/tHdOQ5zTiWo/s1600/tumblr_lzf9cqem0O1qaazmco1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-295YvC9Y-zY/TztV1gpRTKI/AAAAAAAADYM/tHdOQ5zTiWo/s320/tumblr_lzf9cqem0O1qaazmco1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was 14 Feb known as Valentines Day. Not only for couples, but for everyone i supposed? Is that include the singles too? haha. oppps, sorry. But what i know is valentine is someone that you loved. So i bet families,friends and whoever it is can be your valentine as long as you loved them. Am i right? If i'm wrong then i apologise for what i know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XmXQmt6Xak/TztU9ryDasI/AAAAAAAADYE/ovP4NAY8UFM/s1600/P2140066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XmXQmt6Xak/TztU9ryDasI/AAAAAAAADYE/ovP4NAY8UFM/s320/P2140066.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spend my so called "Valentines Day" with munchkin♥. He was tired i know, but i didn't force him to follow me to Bugis. I could go alone.. all by myself. I don't mind. But he wanted to follow me instead. I felt guilty though. As usual, he was late. I went out of the house at 4+pm, walk myself all the way to Cp. And window shopped myself around and bought only sissy's card at Precious Moment. One card it cost pricely. Since it was valentines day, there's discount. Oh great! He reached cp at around 5pm? I was lil bit pissed of him being late AGAIN, but its okay. But then, he needed to use the toilet to do his BIG BUSINESS. So i waited for him at the bus interchange 80. He took quite a time to do his "stuff" haha. But once his done, a few mins, bus came. And we boarded the bus all the way to Bugis. Long journey to bugis, i get my sleep. mmmmmm, HEAVENLY!!!! I got awake by the bus movement. So not cool. And luv started to complain about his BUTT. hehe, so cute. Once we reached bugis, fuhhhh alot of people. I guess if i went there alone, i feel insecure and needed someone for sure. Was lucky to have him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to Bugis Street where there's alot of shops. Damn i was jealous to see girls got a flower or bears or anything for Valentines gifts &amp;nbsp;from their boyfriends when i got nothing. But i over calm and saying to self that, it is REALLY REALLY WRONG for a muslims/islam to celebrate Valentines Day as this celebration for only non-muslims/islam. But i really one to have those too :c hmmm...So walked around Bugis street. I can't find a perfect clothing for mom because none caught my eyes. She kept saying she want a new clothing for herself so that is why i wanted to go Bugis to bought for her. I myself didn't bought anything. But alot catches my eyes, but i told myself, i had enough of clothing's already. Luv and i finally walk out from Bugis street and i wanted to go Iluma but it was closed i guess? Because theres renovation or something going on. And then both of us is famished for dinner. So then i saw Fish &amp;amp; Co. and i told him lets eat at Fish &amp;amp; Co! Though it was full house! We queued up and finally we got a sit for the 2 of us. mwehehe. Both of us look through the menu. And i really really want to get for us the Valentines Day Menu Set for 2. As there is soups,meal and lastly dessert. So luv ordered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9uKk9lgb0/TztinKlet5I/AAAAAAAADYU/hWqcSJ6lWm0/s1600/P2140059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9uKk9lgb0/TztinKlet5I/AAAAAAAADYU/hWqcSJ6lWm0/s320/P2140059.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Valentines Day Menu set for 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfxPAopcUAo/TztjxVb17aI/AAAAAAAADYc/IiF_oWgP5zk/s1600/P2140061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfxPAopcUAo/TztjxVb17aI/AAAAAAAADYc/IiF_oWgP5zk/s320/P2140061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luv was happy when the soups and drink arrived c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We waited for the drinks and soups quite a long time. I can't find the reason why it is long when it is easy to make. I myself used to be a waitress at Swensens Cwp and we're always on time eventhough it was full house. Maybe not enough people are working :\ &amp;nbsp;After the waiting, finally our soups and drinks came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't tell what soup is this. Errr, is it a clam chowder soup or a creamy fish soup? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fISRGuBqdys/Tztj2Oz44LI/AAAAAAAADYk/-hw48pF8me8/s1600/P2140062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fISRGuBqdys/Tztj2Oz44LI/AAAAAAAADYk/-hw48pF8me8/s320/P2140062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinks were PassionFruit. Mmmm, the soup is good. But i can't finish it. So i give it to luv instead. His a big monster when it comes to FOOD!! mwehehe. We had done with our soups, we waited for our meal damn so long!!!! Grrrr, and luv can't wait for the food to arrived. He was starving like hell. Same goes for me too. The waiter Andre i remember his name haha told us to wait for 5 mins. We waited. Still not arrived. He came again and told us to wait another 3 mins. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the food arrives.TAAAAADAAAA It was a huge serving. There's alot of food on the pan.&lt;span id="goog_2087840740"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2087840741"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1370050616"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyxEIb4JRpM/TzttmoSQ3sI/AAAAAAAADYs/HWK7Yx9_9sU/s1600/P2140063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyxEIb4JRpM/TzttmoSQ3sI/AAAAAAAADYs/HWK7Yx9_9sU/s320/P2140063.JPG" width="320" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's clams,prawns,octopus,fish, rice and salad. It is all seafood. Delicious especially the sauce of the clam. mmmmm dap. I teach luv how to do the prawns. hehe.. he is so cute don't know how to peel off the skin! hahaha...So&amp;nbsp;both of us manage to finish it. I manage to finish all the salad. Since luv didn't eat those. bekkk beekkk kambing! *luv punchline*hehee. And to finish it all . We had our DESSERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmtaEdGs2gc/TzttrW490xI/AAAAAAAADY0/noNzhSSiG7M/s1600/P2140064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmtaEdGs2gc/TzttrW490xI/AAAAAAAADY0/noNzhSSiG7M/s320/P2140064.JPG" width="320" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was AWESOME! Mmmmm...heavenly. I don't know what is the dessert name. But it was delicious. Was sooooo full. Luv ask for the bill and yeah cost us $47+&amp;nbsp;bucks. I pay since it was my treat to him. hehe. But he give me $20 bucks for repay huh? lol Got some sweets from them and we walked to Bugis Junction for awhile. And train back to homed. Luv sent me homed at exactly 11.05pm. hehee. Mom was happy to see me and she asked me how's my day? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome day with munckin. Though was pretty upset we didn't took lots of pictures! Grrr.. But its okay. There's always a&amp;nbsp;next date. teehee. Wonder when it will be ? Next week luv?♥♥ Lets go for a swim or slacking by the beach or anything!!!!mwehehehe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3073959486467970918?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3073959486467970918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/vday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3073959486467970918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3073959486467970918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/vday.html' title='V.Day♥'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-295YvC9Y-zY/TztV1gpRTKI/AAAAAAAADYM/tHdOQ5zTiWo/s72-c/tumblr_lzf9cqem0O1qaazmco1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3105509651994102656</id><published>2012-02-12T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T22:44:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my cute boy ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQrCG8jadII/TzfOqIplfcI/AAAAAAAADX8/7zdTDwPT1xs/s1600/P2100075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQrCG8jadII/TzfOqIplfcI/AAAAAAAADX8/7zdTDwPT1xs/s320/P2100075.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A day well spend with love last friday. Tml will be another day to spend with all my heart and&amp;nbsp;maybe Tuesday too. I love you munchkin xoxo.&amp;nbsp;♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3105509651994102656?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3105509651994102656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/meet-my-cute-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3105509651994102656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3105509651994102656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/meet-my-cute-boy.html' title='Meet my cute boy ♥'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQrCG8jadII/TzfOqIplfcI/AAAAAAAADX8/7zdTDwPT1xs/s72-c/P2100075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5553948511041534613</id><published>2012-02-07T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:51:07.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start and end the day with blessing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPGiv0WlZt4/TzCSRHziXYI/AAAAAAAADXs/TtVKeJvj3VM/s1600/P2060063+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPGiv0WlZt4/TzCSRHziXYI/AAAAAAAADXs/TtVKeJvj3VM/s320/P2060063+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to see when your hair got snip off away. But it's for my own good. I had my fringe and thin layered hair cut yesterday. I didn't want to cut my hair short again, so i told the hairdresser to keep the length. Because munchkin love my hair to be long. And i don't know why. I feel so airless with my long and thick hair. ugh. Finally, i feel my head so much lighter. Cost me $16 bucks, and i find it expensive. I guess i could find cheaper prices at Hair Inn Salon. My favourite salon with my favourite personal hairdresser. I'm pretty sure he still working there c: Though i am stupid enough to go for other salon instead to get my hair done :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went out yesterday. With sissy, abg wan , mom and &amp;nbsp;baby waqin. Woke up early at 8+am. And out to Admiralty MacD to meet the house agent . Then to Abg wan's family house at woodlands. Oh i love the sofa, so comfy that i could fall asleep anytime. mmmm. Then to Buangkok. Mom wants to bought some groceries at the big NTUC Fairprice. &amp;amp; lastly to Suntec City. Had so much going out with them. I've been laughing throughout the day. Went shopping for baby waqin's stuff. I bought for him 2 storybooks. I find it cute because there's a puppet that goes with the book itself. ADORABLE! To end the day off we had Fish &amp;amp; Co. for Dinner. Oh yum, it was delicious. Was really really FULL. Expensive though. It cost the four of us $83+ bucks. Worth it la. Thanks to sissy for treating us! Fun day with my family that made me smile. Double the smile by munchkin's text. I feel bad for texting him while his asleep. If i knew he was asleep, i shouldn't have texted him. Due to his iphone keep vibrating that woke him up. Sorry love. But he accompany me the night and i fall asleep first without knowing....heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet him on friday! I miss him terribly much. ahhhhhhhhh. Now i shall update tumblr and then off to shower. mwehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5553948511041534613?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5553948511041534613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/start-and-end-day-with-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5553948511041534613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5553948511041534613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/start-and-end-day-with-blessing.html' title='Start and end the day with blessing...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PPGiv0WlZt4/TzCSRHziXYI/AAAAAAAADXs/TtVKeJvj3VM/s72-c/P2060063+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5487444690852641561</id><published>2012-02-05T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:15:18.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th our day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CChNJDP5v4Y/Ty428zDSk_I/AAAAAAAADXk/3GEbPMTV7xE/s1600/399419_276232379108323_100001646891730_784577_1597295274_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CChNJDP5v4Y/Ty428zDSk_I/AAAAAAAADXk/3GEbPMTV7xE/s320/399419_276232379108323_100001646891730_784577_1597295274_n.jpg" width="320" /&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;A Happy 3 years 1 month anniversary to both of us Dad[A]cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 years now together, i couldn't ask for more better days to come. I knew every new month or year, i will be happy whenever i am around with him. His the light in my heart, shines so bright, clear all my dark grey clouds that sadden me throughout my life. To be honest, he never fail to made me smile even sending me a text that only typed or called 'Baby'. Knowing not only i'm his girlfriend but also i'm his baby girl. We both had dreams together. Planning our future ahead. Yet though we're still don't know how it will be like, but we'll still standing strong no matter what. Within our relationship, we need to understand that it’s not all about fun and games. Sometimes we will go through tough times. Times that will deliberately push us to the limit of our breaking point. It’s not that we don’t want it to happen, it just does. All we can ever do is fight for what we have. Don’t let it slip away this easy because you never know that what you have right now may be the best you’ll ever see. It’s the effort that counts. The butterflies, the smiles, the love.This relationship of ours is worth too much to throw away. Make it last. And always remember that we’ll do anything just for a shot of our love.Words can't express everything i feel . But loving you with my heart &amp;nbsp;express whole lot! &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU BOYFRIEND&lt;/b&gt;. Muwaaaaaahhhh! Meet up soooooooon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff7de; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff7de; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff7de; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px;"&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/6213029820302131431-5487444690852641561?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5487444690852641561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/5th-our-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5487444690852641561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5487444690852641561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/02/5th-our-day.html' title='5th our day'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CChNJDP5v4Y/Ty428zDSk_I/AAAAAAAADXk/3GEbPMTV7xE/s72-c/399419_276232379108323_100001646891730_784577_1597295274_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-9075102209910469006</id><published>2012-01-31T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:05:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/XlxEvbb2ddQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlxEvbb2ddQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlxEvbb2ddQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to post this video on my blog. Now i have the time to do so. lol. I've posted on my fb on the 18th of January 2012. That was last week. I don't why but i really like this video very much among the rest of the long distance relationship videos on youtube. Because i think, this is much more deeply how i feel inside to be far, miles away from your loved ones. Watched this alot of times, i will never get bored of it and i will CRY CRY CRY . Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in love, we didn't think of anything else except to spend your time with your partner. And that's it. That awesome feeling when you love that person, they love you back even more. Love can travel everywhere around the globe. And bring happiness to your life. Love never dies. True love never dies. It's always there, lurking in the deepest crevist of the heart. This video touches my heart. Somehow it has a story line about my relationship with my boyfriend......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bLp3z2QPnk/TyAJlkLek-I/AAAAAAAADWk/RrXmeHzcC7s/s1600/PC130114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bLp3z2QPnk/TyAJlkLek-I/AAAAAAAADWk/RrXmeHzcC7s/s320/PC130114.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, meeting love tml! Yay can't wait!!!!! 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Yes, eve today so you guys will be having your reunion right? hahaha. right. Tml you people will be going to your relatives houses. So have fun! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now USS! So yesterday was 21st of Jan 2012. The day where the four of us, ika,shahrul, luv and i went to our first GETAWAY to Universal Studios Singapore. The dreams of we of wanting to go there so badly. Like finally! We made it! We are excited and can't wait to get in. Once we're in, we are like in a different place. Not in Singapore but in HOLLYWOOD! We started to taking pictures here and there. Walk &amp;nbsp;to New York. Pictures taken. Had our first ride Transformers at Sci-fi city. OMG IT WAS SCARY AS IT WAS LIKE REAL AND YES IT IS FUCKING FUN!!!! I shouted as the sit is moving here and there and it was 3D. Damn we love it. Syoik !!. And yes BUMBLEBEE IS SOOO CUTE!!! Adorable!!! ergh me love bumblebee. mwehehe. We skip Accelerator, because it ain't that fun though.So,we went to Battlestar Galactica : Human. The red roller coaster . Oh gosh, it was scarier!!! I had to take off my slipper, because if i didn't, my slipper will be gone! hahahaha. I shouted like a mad girl riding it. Seriously fucking scary . But is really fun!!!!! The four of us shouted like nobody business.DUH! Everyone does! haha. I wanted to close my eyes, but i wanted to see the scenery! hahahahhaa.Once we got off the ride, i started coughing and feeling dizzy and wanted to vomit but i didnt. Next we went to Ancient Egypt. We ride the Revenge of Mummy. This is scary too because it was dark and it has a sudden effect etc. The four of us had to sit on the first row, and once the ride started, i took luv's hand and hold him tight, because i am a scaredy cat. hehe, i close my eyes throughout the ride. When it stops, then i open my eyes. hahahahhaah. After that ride, we had our break at the smoking area. Then we went off to Far Far Away. Ah yes, i feel like i'm a little girl. hehe. Took pictures, and we went to watch Donkey Live. Yeah it was funny though. Afterwards, went to sit at one shady corner, puff. Then off to had our meal. Because i'm hungry! Really i am. So we went to Goldilocks. Luv and i shared meals, bought Papa Bear. Haha, the name of the food is cute but it was chicken. Shahrul eat burger with french fries, ika didn't eat anything. But i shared some chicken with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around Far Far Away. And walk to Madagascar. Saw those cute mascots. Omg one of em high-fived me. Arggggghhh! Then i freaked out because it was really damn cute! hahaha, can't help it. Next we went back to ride Transformers again. 2 times of riding it, this time no shouting, just a lil one. hehehehe. Shahrul still keep on shouting hehe, i could hear his voice like all the time. hahahhaa! Then next shah,luv and i wanted to ride Galactica PX. The blue roller coaster. But it was closed because it was going to rain and there's thunderstorms. Disappointing. Then, ika and shah had something on, so they had to leave. They're going back to Vivo to meet their crews, while luv and i sitted outside USS near the hotels to wait for the rain to stop before we headed our way to Beach Station. We slack and we talked. hehe. Luv suddenly carried me and then give me a piggy back ride it was so fun! hehehe. I like it! ^.^His so excited and can't wait to swim with me on the beach. hehe. Once the rain is okay, we headed our way to Beach Station to Sentosa. Reached sentosa at 7+pm. We walked from the station all the way to sentosa. We had our spot by under the tree, though big droplets of water drops on my beach mat. I went to the toilet to changed . Once i'm out, i saw a empty hut, so i ask luv to shift to the hut, because it was drizzling. Once we are at our beach wears, we spend our time together. And he piggy back me to the water and we swim at 8+pm at night! hahaha, omg. I am scared actually, but his with me, i'm fine. So we both went swimming. And i laugh because luv keeps on shivering. I am cold too but i'm not shivering because i am used to the cold water already, but though when he shivers i myself shivers too! hahaha damn you bie. So we spend our time in the water at night. Have you ever heard couple swimming at night together? No right? But yes, because we did. lol. He went sitting by the shore, and shivers like mad. I hugged him tight to give him warm, but he still shivers, so i ask him lets go back to the hut and wipe our self with a towel. I wipe myself till i dry and lie down on the mat, while he smoked. Once his done, he sat beside me and i went to wipe him using his towel. From his hair to his body. I had his hair done by rubbing his hair with a towel to make it dry and then we spend our time together again. When its already 9+pm. We walked to the shower room to clean up our self. Called ika up because then i knew i left my shawl at her bag, shes mad at me for not picking up her call when i was slacking with luv waiting for the rain to stop. So she plan to meet at her place. I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once we're done, we took the sentosa shuttle bus back to beach station. Once we reach there, it started raining. Phew. Lucky though we're already at the monorail. Mom called me 2 times. I pick up once she called me back, and started asking where am i blablabla...because its already 10+pm.. Took the monorail, then took bus 80 . Since luv is tired and wanted to sleep. The bus ride to hougang interchange, took about 1hr+, so he went to sleep, while his earpiece on my ear and on his, we shared. I'm tired,and sleepy but i can't sleep because i don't know why. As the bus moved, his already asleep. I look at him sleep peacefully, it makes me happy. Suddenly, i got shock because he suddenly woke up and look at the window. Then i knew he must be having nightmares or something. I cool him down and ask him to sleep back again. hahahaha! HOW CUTE IS HE?!!! He went to sleep on my lap, and i watch him sleep peacefully again. I almost tear up my eyes, but i hold on my tears. I touch his hair,face and eye brows when his asleep. Making him like my own baby. I knew he like it when i brush his hair using my hand, because he told me his mom did that to him when he was a little boy and how much he love it. I have the urge to cry, but i still keep on. He sleep on till then my mom called and he woke up from his sleep and pass my phone on me. I pick up, mom ask me where i am, and told her i took the bus instead of mrt. She started scolding me really bad and she even told me that dad is mad at me. I look at the time 1 min to 12am. Omg! haiz. Once i end the call. I got fucked up and frustrated and sad. Then luv look at me, and he hugged me, and i can't hold on anymore. I burst out crying really bad. Luv realized i cried, he asked 'what happen? What she said?' I didn't wanna say it. Because it really hurts me. I keep on crying and crying, on his shoulder. He was there after all, i hugged him and cried even more. Then i told him what mom said. Kinda relieve after i told him but i keep on crying. I have this habit that whenever my parents scolded me, i will cry. Till then, i started to cool down and i fall asleep on him. Because i am really really really tired. Guess its a short nap, because its already reaching hougang interchange. Called ika asking for her blk then took cab to her house. Took my shawl, she hugged me, and off back to my blk. In the cab, i had a lil talk with luv about all this happen, its all my fault. I intend to cry, but i hold on again. I gave him 10 bucks because his expenses wasted on the cab and its my fault. So i gave him sincerely. Kissed him on the cab and drop off directly at my blk. And off he went back home on the same cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked really quickly to the lift and started praying to god, hoping mom won't be mad at me. When i ring the bell, hah, she talked to me nicely. Told mom about everything and yeah she seems okay. I started to being nice to her. Texted luv and told him everything. Then i went off to sleep. And i have no idea why i'm crying when i was about to sleep. grrr . So anyway yeah,reach home really late quarter to 1am. But though I had so much fun spending&amp;nbsp;with luv,ika and shahrul. They made my day! Words can't describe how much fun i had yesterday USS + SENTOSA. AWESOMEST! xoxo&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-7070051000356273861?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7070051000356273861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-where-are-we-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7070051000356273861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7070051000356273861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-where-are-we-again.html' title='Oh where are we again?'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UoByFwoI6bU/Txv4lSCxyRI/AAAAAAAADWM/SgUGI19NHR8/s72-c/398527_10150499873794064_613339063_8879570_1894012865_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5423683229117408320</id><published>2012-01-19T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:09:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKdCTo8torY/TxfYz9Ba1zI/AAAAAAAADWE/-1J2ij8vGZ4/s1600/tumblr_ljaqy6x8gS1qf945do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKdCTo8torY/TxfYz9Ba1zI/AAAAAAAADWE/-1J2ij8vGZ4/s320/tumblr_ljaqy6x8gS1qf945do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my hair used to be that short, but now its growing LONGER. Bye shorty hair and hello to long hair! Mwehehe happy girl. I miss my long hair. Bet, the people who knew me, miss it too. Because they doesn't agree of me cutting my hair short and they well preferred my long hair. Hah! I've been WANTING TO PERM MY STRAIGHT HAIR, BUT THOUGH MONEY IS ALWAYS MY PROBLEM :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everybody? Good? Mine? Been so exhausted last weekends. Till...... TODAY. I've told myself to stay homed till Friday. But then changed of what i wanted it to be instead i've to accompanied sissy and mom to clinics and hospitals because of Waqin. I'll always ask sissy to drive the car instead of taking buses or mrts, because it will be troublesome with the pram and the baby. And how annoying it is for some stupid people who didn't use their fucking brain to be considerate to the parents who has a baby and a pram. Really. If i were to be a president or a pm in sg(which is never gonna happen, seriously! lol), i would write down laws for parents who is carrying a baby. And whoever stupid faggot person violate the rules, straight away FINE! Hahahaha, step fierce only? Ah yes! That would make the people who is inconsiderate aware of it. Wouldn't it be better if theres such rules and regulations like that. Oh and NO PUSHING IN MRT WHENEVER YOU WANNA GO OUT OR GO IN THE MRT. gaaaaaah, this! Always ah, again inconsiderate people. No manners at all. -.- pssssh. Hate it. Okay so anyway, sissy drove the car to Marina Square. Then from there we took mrt from City Hall to Orchard. Since sissy doesn't want to drove the car to orchard because there's alot of cars. Will be so stressful then. Once we reached to Orchard, we stop at Taka to feed waqin milk and then we headed straight to Paragon for Waqin's private clinic. Then to Metro to meet haikal's mom, kak ida. After that cab back to Marina Square. Had our meal at Qiji. Because i'm starving and so weak and started having headaches. Tapao food for dinner later and then back to the carpark and headed back home. And here i am updating...hahaha. I don't know how many times,i've been going to Marina Square. Gosh, sick of the place already !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is friday. And i really thought today was WEDNESDAY! How stupid . Then i remembered i'm going back to SKSS with bestf tml. Accompanied her to take some campfire songs for her ite counciller camp or smtg. How much i miss SKSS. The teachers, the cleaners of the school. I miss everything! Except for the arrogant security guards. They aren't friendly! :c But anyway, skss has so much memories. Though i am still not sure if bestf and i can get in the school . hmmm. I am sooooo gonna meet my juniors if i can get in! I miss them lots. hehe. On saturday USS!!!! Weeee, excited please!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gonna update tumblr now! bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5423683229117408320?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5423683229117408320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-my-hair-used-to-be-that-short-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5423683229117408320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5423683229117408320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-my-hair-used-to-be-that-short-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKdCTo8torY/TxfYz9Ba1zI/AAAAAAAADWE/-1J2ij8vGZ4/s72-c/tumblr_ljaqy6x8gS1qf945do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6153664150288937140</id><published>2012-01-14T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:19:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams i've been longing for all this while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slx6SJfZkRg/TxD0aCFA28I/AAAAAAAADVs/tqS-MzCx2Z4/s1600/Picture1161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slx6SJfZkRg/TxD0aCFA28I/AAAAAAAADVs/tqS-MzCx2Z4/s320/Picture1161.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ya ever thought, you can never get your dreams becomes reality? Have ya ever tell yourself that you can never get whatever you want by just saying? Have ya ever think outside the box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give an example; that would be me. The reason of me saying this because, i could not believe that dreams i ever wanted all this while becomes reality and to think of it all, this is way much better than i thought it would be. A shocking news from dad that is now living in Perth with bro(FOR a meanwhile), called up the cellphone last night, not only to tell about the skyping problem but also to tell about the course i got into. The moment dad told me that i got into Polytechnic in Bentley at Australia,Perth, i was stoned at the same time jumping up and down. I was like ' Really? I got into Poly?! OMG!!!'. I freaked out really bad as mom looked at me smiling and feel the joy i had inside me. And i couldn't stop jumping around, screaming as if there's my favourite celebrity in front of me. &amp;nbsp;I pass mom back the cellphone, because i could not speak no more, i just wanted to scream my lungs out! Mom was like 'alhamdulilah! Syukur!'. I repeated what mom said and start running around the house. Yes, only a little girl would act this way when she gets what she wants. I'm speechless. I thank god for everything. Though i wasn't really happy staying in Perth, but at least, the dreams i wanted i got it. I didn't expect this to happen . I thought i can never get into any of this, but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a regret of attending school in TAFE(exactly just like in ITE). I didn't know that the course i took in Certificate II in General Education its more to like taking O-levels would take me through such places like Poly. One of my dreams to be in one of the Singapore's Poly, though Allah has given more better than that instead he put me into Perth's Polytechnic. The dreams i never thought i had be into, is now becomes a reality. Every words i said that came out from my own mouth has become a prayer to me. Thinking outside the box,can lead to the point where you wanna be at the highest. I've learnt that dreams can become reality. Keep on believing and you will know that one day you'll get there. I know i can make it through. Though it hurts that i might be away for a long time without seeing my loved ones as usual i wanted. But with this opportunity i take, might lead me to my career i wanted since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Allah for everything. I was happy at the same time sad though. Oh well, everything that is happen now, there must be a reason. And i know it will be all worth it....my dreams came true.....and hoping i would have a better future ahead. Insyallah amin. c':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6153664150288937140?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6153664150288937140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/dreams-ive-been-longing-for-all-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6153664150288937140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6153664150288937140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/dreams-ive-been-longing-for-all-this.html' title='Dreams i&apos;ve been longing for all this while...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slx6SJfZkRg/TxD0aCFA28I/AAAAAAAADVs/tqS-MzCx2Z4/s72-c/Picture1161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3644764789735509448</id><published>2012-01-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:53:52.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purrrrrrrfect two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFStHXhmmlc/Tw6YgT9CP4I/AAAAAAAADVk/uxJWyc0QVo4/s1600/P1110018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFStHXhmmlc/Tw6YgT9CP4I/AAAAAAAADVk/uxJWyc0QVo4/s320/P1110018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can be the peanut butter to my jelly.You can be the butterflies i feel in my belly.You can can be the captain and i can be your first mate.You can be the chills that i feel on our first date.&lt;br /&gt;You can be the heroand i can be your side kick.You can be the tearthat i cry if we ever split.You can be the rain from the cloud when its storming'or u can be the sun when it shines in the morning'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if i could ever beWithout you cause boy you complete me.And in time i know that we'll both seethat we're all we need.&lt;br /&gt;Cause your the apple to my pie.Your the straw to my berry.Your the smoke to my high.And your the one i wanna marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your the one for me &amp;nbsp;and I'm the one for you You take the both of us And were the Perfect Two.&lt;/blockquote&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/6213029820302131431-3644764789735509448?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3644764789735509448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/purrrrrrrfect-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3644764789735509448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3644764789735509448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/purrrrrrrfect-two.html' title='Purrrrrrrfect two'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFStHXhmmlc/Tw6YgT9CP4I/AAAAAAAADVk/uxJWyc0QVo4/s72-c/P1110018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-861184216517541321</id><published>2012-01-10T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:39:14.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1ognr46Ob4/TwvYcx23TVI/AAAAAAAADVc/mwHlhofStLU/s1600/387787_10150440714259064_613339063_8651217_1476625157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1ognr46Ob4/TwvYcx23TVI/AAAAAAAADVc/mwHlhofStLU/s320/387787_10150440714259064_613339063_8651217_1476625157_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been procrastinating of blogging. Its been always like this. Sorry. Well. 2012. New chapters of life. New Resolutions. New Memories. Everything is new. But i am still ME. I've been going out lately to collect memories and cherish my time with my loved ones,before i'd to headed back to Perth for my studies and stay. I am here not for my holidays either. I miss my hometown here sg. And since sissy had her new born babyboy. So i had to and have to stay here for quite a long time and i don't know till when. But i am HAPPY here though. Mwehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i'm using the new blogger updated interface. I swear i hate it. I changed back the old one, but it got no post pictures or any tools for me to use for any posts i made. I change my mind instead, stick to the new one. Bleargh. Since the new year, everything changes to new! hahahahaha. I love my blog songs. mmmmm..updated songs. Some were new some were old songs. But anyway, i love new and old songs together. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, actually i've nothing to elaborate about. Oh wait, actually i do. But i'm kinda lazy to elaborate about everything! Am having PMS right now. Fuck yeah. Cranky mode is on! In the morning i had really bad cramps. I was whining in pain and mom asked me to eat and then took 2 pms pills. I did after that. And feeling much better RIGHT NOW! Yeah its worth it. heee. k erm, i'm out of words already. Bye! Tumblr and twitter for now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-861184216517541321?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/861184216517541321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/861184216517541321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/861184216517541321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-post.html' title='Random post?'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1ognr46Ob4/TwvYcx23TVI/AAAAAAAADVc/mwHlhofStLU/s72-c/387787_10150440714259064_613339063_8651217_1476625157_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3997502477452691021</id><published>2012-01-02T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:20:32.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szyZ8h7Kr14/TwCLyqakYfI/AAAAAAAADVM/POYXsqBb8Ew/s1600/407229_10150456692349064_613339063_8726085_266432709_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szyZ8h7Kr14/TwCLyqakYfI/AAAAAAAADVM/POYXsqBb8Ew/s320/407229_10150456692349064_613339063_8726085_266432709_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all! Well, to whoever reads my blog yeah. Okay so i had an awesome countdown! This year, i celebrated New Year not other than my new friends, also with my girlfriends and beloved Boyfriend&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;. So i had already make plans with Bestf to countdown over at Marina. But then we knew the place will be so crowded with peoples, so we decided to cancelled the plan and headed to Vivo, joining with ika's classmates. So called my "new friends". I've met them for quite some time, so i'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad starting of the day, as ika and i waited for the rest to come. We spend our time sitting down, waiting in front/outside of the Vans Shop at Vivo.Feeling really stupid and dumb looking at different kind of peoples and how they dress. Both of us start gossiping about the people we saw. We're girls, we gossips not only the good thing but also the bad. OPPPss.. okay no. err, but that ain't make us a bitch alright. heh. Okay so.... Shahrul organize this plan and ended up he came late. Ika was pretty mad at him. So then he came later with &amp;nbsp;2 guys which i barely knew them. And they're UNDERAGE! Really they are! Hahahaha, how hilarious when shahrul said something really funny but it was the fact and true. Something gotta to do with circumcision. How embarrassing if the guy (whoever his name was) got to know, that ika and i know. hahahahaha. So then anyway, the four of us headed to 7eleven. Since shahrul is hungry same goes to the 2 guys,they bought drinks and frozen foods. I was pretty much frustrated about the pump shoes i'm wearing on that day. It was my mom's pump shoes, since i got no shoes to put on, so mom ask me to use her shoes, and dayum it was tight! I got blisters. Oh god horrible terrible miserable! I endure the pain whenever i'd to walk. Then bestf called. They're already at Vans Shop, so then we headed there straight away. Bestf and Fatin was already there, and bestf bought for me Chocolate Chip Cream Starbucks! Ohhhlalala my favourite! Afterwards we headed straight to Vivo's rooftop sky park to find a place to sit. Gosh, peoples had already book the places they wanted to sit. So we went to sit facing sentosa,uss. A very nice view. We slack there till the rest came.One by one they came. Slack there, took pictures, eat , drink, laugh all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time flies,its getting darker and more people started coming to find a perfect spot to sit and chill and wait for the countdown. When the clock ticks at 8.45pm, i start heading to Mrt to fetch munchkin♥, from work. I was told that i need to be at Novena by 9.30pm, so i headed out early, i knew there'll be alot of people. Walk alone all the way to mrt and start to board the train, and that's where my uncomfortable feelings struck. I was already in the train, where being surrounded by strangers and alot of people and there's one malay guy kept looking at me! I swear, i feel like punching his fucking face! I saw him looking at me and when my eyes met his, he even looked on me more. I swear it was really ANNOYING!! Then i keep on looking away and feeling really insecure :c Quickly drop down at Dhoby Ghaut, and hell even more people! Sooooooo stressful man. Walk all the way to red line train. Then again, i met the same malay guy who kept looking at me. OH FUCK! I was petrified. On that very moment, i stared on my itouch. Because i knew, if i look at him, he will look at me without even looking away. And phew, he didn't stand near me, instead he walked to the last cabin i guess. I was relief. Thankgod! lol. The train came, and how kiasu Singaporeans is? Pushing each other to get in the train. Goodness...I hate it !!!! I stand near to the door, it was easy for me to get out of the crowd. Reached novena at 9.20+pm. Just nice. So take my own sweet time walking to munchkin's workplace. When i reach at his work place i couldn't find him anywhere. Then i thought he might going to the toilet. And he did. I was about to go to the toilet, then saw him walking . We talked and he ask me to sit at his place first. So i did and then i went off to the toilet. Pass by bazlee's work place and talk to him for awhile then off to the toilet. Then back to munchkin's workplace. Sat there, playing my game and listening to song. Waited for him to finish his work and everything. Once his done, we went straight headed back to train back to Vivo. As usual, train full with people. bleargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, once we reached to vivo, dayum it was packed! Then we headed straight to rooftop sky park. We got stuck on level 2, because of the escalator under maintenance so had to go into groups by 5 or 6 or 7. Munchkin and i can't wait that long, so went to the other way route. And we manage to get to the rooftop sky park. Omg! IT WAS DAYUM FREAKING PACKED WITH PEOPLE. Sheesh. But i manage to find the rest of them. Sat down with the rest, and munchkin is exhausted and was kinda bad mood? idk. He seems to. So i was kinda pissed. But then, i knew he was really really tired, so i sat beside him and talk to him and keep him company. So i spend my time with him♥ I tried my best to keep him happy even i know his not.Its okay, i understand. So we waited till the clock strikes 12pm. Usual thing that happen is,kiasu Singaporeans standing up when the fireworks and the countdown is not yet official. Munchkin and i sat down and we look at each other and giggle. ITS NOT EVEN THE TIME YET, AND PEOPLE BEING SO KIASU STANDING UP. HAHAHAHAHAHA hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i heard people start counting down , we stand up and waited for the fireworks to be out. And when the clock strikes 12PM, FIREWORKS WERE OUT AND PEOPLE START CHEERING AND WISHING HAPPY NEW YEAR. Munchkin and i hugged each other and i said to him Happy New Year bie and I Love you! And kissed him. mweheheheh, and he did the same way too. So we hug each other all the way, and i burst out crying. It was romantic and sweet, seeing the view with fireworks and with the one i love so much. That was our dream to spend the time together on countdown. Really it was awesome and i was happy i get the chance to spend time with him and not to forget with the rest. AWESOME NIGHT EVER. NEVER WILL I FORGET THIS YEAR COUNTDOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very lucky that the train extends to 2+am. So munchkin sent me and bestf homed(since bestf sleeping over my place), on the train was standing and sleeping on his shoulders was really sleepy and exhausted. Ika drops at hg, while the 3 of us drop down at sengkang. And we slacked for awhile, then went separated ways. Reached home almost to 2am. I SWEAR TO GOD, THIS IS A VERY MEMORABLE DAY OF MY LIFE&amp;amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;THANKIUE EVERYONE WHO IS THERE WITH ME. A VERY EMOTIONAL DAY FOR ME AS EVERYTHING WENT WELL AND I GET TO SPEND THE TIME TOGETHER. Especially to my boyfriend, i love you okay! My resolution is YOU YOU YOU! And hoping to have a better future ahead and still keeping in touch with the rest of my friends. Also to have my dreams come true Amin!!! With god's will...hehehehhehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3997502477452691021?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3997502477452691021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/countdown-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3997502477452691021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3997502477452691021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2012/01/countdown-2012.html' title='Countdown 2012'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szyZ8h7Kr14/TwCLyqakYfI/AAAAAAAADVM/POYXsqBb8Ew/s72-c/407229_10150456692349064_613339063_8726085_266432709_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4535179344383721758</id><published>2011-12-28T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:11:23.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is different now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy8QgCz2rp0/TvqzWgZ_IgI/AAAAAAAADVA/6mGNV3YkUY8/s1600/tumblr_lmdkl6OL5z1qbrrvbo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy8QgCz2rp0/TvqzWgZ_IgI/AAAAAAAADVA/6mGNV3YkUY8/s320/tumblr_lmdkl6OL5z1qbrrvbo1_400.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of the surroundings around me. I know where i am now. I am alive and still breathing. But you forget me someway somehow. Maybe you didn't realize anything since you're having fun. I am here, like a statue. I don't mind you having so much fun with your friends. Really i don't mind. Bare in mind that you're holding MY heart. You need to take care of it and not just certain times you needed me then you use me. I know, i've been sending you cold messages. I admit, i feel useless and hopeless after sending you and you have to apologise to me. I AM SORRY. My ego was aiming on you. The reason is, i am afraid of losing you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew i'm not gonna stay that long here. YOU KNEW THAT DIDN'T YOU? You knew i am going to fly back to Perth but the date has yet to confirmed. You knew all along. Yet, you still left me unattended. You cared too much on your passion/hobby. Thats YOUR MAIN PROBLEM ALL THE YEARS when you're in a relationship. I don't blame your friends. I am not blaming anyone either, not even YOU. I am here trying to make you realize everything. I've been keeping myself quiet, letting you have so much fun all you want. But as days goes by, your love towards me is fading. You enjoyed all the time, till at certain point i feel like i am nothing being with you. I don't want our relationship that we've built together has nothing meaningful to it. I want to feel loved again by you. I am here now, and what did you do? Okay yeah, you're working, besides working? You just spend your free time with your friends went for riding all around Singapore. Just like what happen yesterday. Your not working, and you went for cycling with your friends. hmmm. Its okay. Maybe i was having TOO HIGH EXPECTATIONS on you. I was wrong. I cared for you too much and loved you deeply. I can definitely understand you but sometimes, i can't understand myself for being too...idk...what do you think? You know what i'd thought? I thought when i am here, we could spend time more together but it turn the other way round. Probably i was daydreaming the whole time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand me. Every girls want their partner to love them sincerely. I am sure, you want it too? I get jealous seeing other couples being so happy together. Really i do. Sometimes i wish i had the same feeling. Ever since i'd gone to Perth, you acted this way. I even wanted to go back in time, to see how we fall in love. How adorable you be. And how shyness and how you cared and loved me. So they say, 'time dulu-dulu je sayang-sayang. Dah lama, kasih sayang itu hilang'. Are we in that "CATEGORY"? I hope not. I've known you for almost 3 years. And if you continued this way.....i don't know what to say anymore. I had done my part already. Look, i let you have fun all you want, but you gotta remember that you'd me as your girlfriend. You had to equal your time. And not just to spend more time there and not here. You see the difference? I hope you do. I know your the good guy, the right guy for me. Because your the one that can make me happy or sad even if i wasn't in my good mood. Your face would brighten up my heart. Shining all the time. If your not the right guy, you had leave me once i've gone to Perth. But then, you did not. You stayed with me and never let me go. I would really like to apologise to you that all these things happen between us. I would want to stay here, but it was my fate to go there. I never think that these things would happen. All of these happen because god has already planned to do it so. I am sorry for all the cause that made you like this. I am sorry for everything. If i knew these things would happen, i shouldn't have accepted you, to hurt you. I just want to make you happy. You. Me. Being Happy Couples Together. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if one day we're not together anymore..... Remember this, i'd always loved you and i always do. I never let that promise slips away. No one can never replaces you for being you. I hope you would equal your time with me or with your friends . I'm just letting you know. Sorry for the cold messages yesterday or the day after or another. Well sorry for EVERYTHING. I loved you and i hope you had loved me too just like the way you used to. xoxo; sincerely your girlfriend&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;c':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-4535179344383721758?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4535179344383721758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-is-different-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4535179344383721758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4535179344383721758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-is-different-now.html' title='Everything is different now'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy8QgCz2rp0/TvqzWgZ_IgI/AAAAAAAADVA/6mGNV3YkUY8/s72-c/tumblr_lmdkl6OL5z1qbrrvbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4593600381831685593</id><published>2011-12-26T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:16:46.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's lil girl and bro's lil sissy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alrT-lUEeEQ/TvhouR-6xaI/AAAAAAAADU0/V_GO6plV80g/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alrT-lUEeEQ/TvhouR-6xaI/AAAAAAAADU0/V_GO6plV80g/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can know when a sad girl looks like. How she behaves and how her expression of her face shows. I is sad. Yes. Bro and Dad had already fly off to Perth.Sent them at Changi Airport Budget Terminal just now. As usual, everyone presence was there to sent them both off. When it comes to Goodbyes, i will always cry no matter what. I am very emotional person. I intend to cry even if i was happy or sad. Either both. Tears rolling down as if i'm not gonna see them both anymore. Waving them goodbye as if they're leaving us forever. Either way, i am gonna see them anyway. HAHA. okay. After they'd already got in, all of us went separated ways. Sissy wanted to go to Terminal 3 to bought things for Waqin. So, sissy drove the car to T3. First stop, Kopitiam. We were starving! I ate Nasi Ayam Penyet, Abg wan ate Curry Chicken, sissy ate Nasi Padang same as mom. And hell, the food looks appetizing but when i eat them, it was horrible! I swear. Even mom said so. Since mom, sissy and myself bought our food on the same stall. Omg eeee. Oh god, i am not satisfied with my food really! Haiz. But i manage to finish it up like half of the plate. LOL. Lapar punya pasal. ;p Afterwards, went shopping. Well, sissy bought stuffs for waqin. While i'm the one pushing the pram. mwehehe. Waqin sleep throughout the shopping. Phew! Easy job ay! It feels kinda weird/awkward actually when everyone look at me and the baby inside the pram. I guess, they thought i'm the mother of the baby. OMG SO YOUNG EH. hahahaha. WHO CARES ANYWAY. hehehehehe. Got back home around 6+pm. I was so exhausted because i woke up early today at 8+am. And i have no idea why i am up so early ! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the house is quiet. No more brother's irritating voice, irritate mom. No more dad's asking question at me for things that he wanted. Hmmm. The house are not chaotic enough. But its alright. I get used to it soon. So is there any upcoming plans? Or or impromptu? I have no idea. I AM SO BORED! I WANT TO GO OUT BUT KINDA BROKE? lol. Gotta ask mom for money $$$. Okay can't wait for Thursday, meeting munchkin&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;! Well i hope the plan is still on. And i hope 31 dec, i get to watch fireworks at Marina! HOPEFULLY please. Alright, i need to start planning to go out with my friends soon and luv too. mwehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i wanna update my tumblr now. I miss tumblr-ing.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-4593600381831685593?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4593600381831685593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-can-know-when-sad-girl-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4593600381831685593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4593600381831685593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-can-know-when-sad-girl-looks-like.html' title='Daddy&apos;s lil girl and bro&apos;s lil sissy'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alrT-lUEeEQ/TvhouR-6xaI/AAAAAAAADU0/V_GO6plV80g/s72-c/IMG_2763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1612054097862991570</id><published>2011-12-22T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:29:30.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind self-confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eh0-9aTNwg/TvLMj_tmDWI/AAAAAAAADUo/pgab_EnxQJ0/s1600/PC140035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eh0-9aTNwg/TvLMj_tmDWI/AAAAAAAADUo/pgab_EnxQJ0/s320/PC140035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do, no matter how many times you screw up and think to yourself "there's no point to carry on", no matter how many people tell you that you can't do it, keep going. Don't quit. Don't quit, because a month from now you will be that much closer to your goal than you are now. Yesterday you said tomorrow. Make today count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1612054097862991570?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1612054097862991570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/remind-self-confidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1612054097862991570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1612054097862991570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/remind-self-confidence.html' title='Remind self-confidence'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eh0-9aTNwg/TvLMj_tmDWI/AAAAAAAADUo/pgab_EnxQJ0/s72-c/PC140035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1238550609904670302</id><published>2011-12-17T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:58:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatessss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPJg3nr3KQ8/Tux126xpqDI/AAAAAAAADUE/oEzne1UKr-s/s1600/PC130096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687050015812986930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPJg3nr3KQ8/Tux126xpqDI/AAAAAAAADUE/oEzne1UKr-s/s320/PC130096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally I'd the time to update my blog. Been so busy lately, going out. And finally, new pictures of US♥ Cute isn't it? Mwehehe. Yes very cute, especially him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met him last Tuesday, since that is his off day of working. He had his motor license registered first, while i'm at homed getting myself ready. We plan to meet up at 3pm. And i didn't know that he wanted me to come down to Admiralty. So i took my own sweet time getting myself ready and when i asked him, where are we going to meet, he said admiralty. Then i was like talking to myself, how to get there? I was so stupid on that moment. Seriously. VERY BLUR. Then i start rushing myself and walk to Compasspoint from my house. And while walking, i called Ika up. Asking her how to get to Admiralty. She helped up by seeing what route should i take. Ended up i took Train to Admiralty. I swear it feels kinda awkward as i'm taking the long route when i can took the shorter route by bus 965 or from serangoon mrt changed to idk what line. But then i seriously don't know where to stop if i took 965, i mean, i will be like blur or lost like that. HAHAHAHAHA. STUPID OKAY -.-" Throughout the long journey,i listens to my Ipod songs and play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i reached to Admiralty, text him up and his waiting for me at MacD. I tap out my ezlink card and walk straight to MacD. I couldn't find him no where, then i saw him sitting outside eating ice-cream with his chinese guyfriend that i've met last week friday. Phew, after the long journey to admiralty, finally i'd the chance to sit down. After his chinese friend and him had done eating ice-cream, we went to take bus to CWP. Met his another friend, Aris? Then headed to banquet, the three guys went to had their meal. They were starving, and i'm not. So i played my ipod game all the way. AWKWARD PLEASE! haha. Afterwards, we went to Timezone! HAHAHA, THAT WAS KINDA FUNNY. We went there just to see people racing or something. It feels like imma a primary school girl yknow. HAHA. Then munchkin bring me to Jalan-Jalan. After that meet them again. And meet other friends of him. ALL GUYS AND I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO IS GIRL. MORE AWKWARD PLEASE. Hahahahaha. I stick to munckin all the time! mwehehe. After that, slack with them. By 6+pm, munchkin and i headed to Woodlands Waterfront, while the rest got separated and go home. Spend our time together, took pictures. Enjoying the night breeze. Till 9+pm. We start headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took bus , after that took CAB home to my place. Reached 11pm. I was happy to get to spend time with him. I remembered i laugh alot, till my stomach hurts. Hilarious please. hehehe. I had fun spending time with you luv♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the Wednesday which is the next day, had a Photoshoot with Ika. Dad sent me to her crib since i ask him to. I get to meet Fariq. But his not into me. Because his shy . Not yet season. Okay, i knew alright. After that, we start planning our destination. First stop to Henderson Wave. Since Ika have not been there yet.But before that we had our lunch at MacD. So after that i bring her to Henderson Wave. And both of us perspiring really bad and we're exhausted . Phew. Took lotsa pictures there, then after that we headed to Esplanade. Took pictures again. Then we headed to Marina Square. Bought Dad a pouch for his smoking things at The Wallet Shop, since he ask me to buy for him. Yeah, using my money. Afterwards we headed to slack at the staircase. Had our puffs. Its been so long since i had them. mmmmmmmmm. Chilling and talk some stuffs. Then took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Novena, to actually looking at munchkin working but also to meet up Bazlee since he worked there too but different shop. We reached there around 8+pm i think, so then went to see munchkin working and HE IS SOOOOO CUTE!!! AHHHH. Then went to see Bazlee work place. And his not there and he even didn't reply me! WTF OKAY! So we decided to had our late dinner at Fork and Spoon and we walk back to where munckin is working and we bump into Bazlee and his gf. Okay, this part i was pretty mad that he didn't even reply my text and i get to know his working but then went out with his gf while his actually working! But anyway, i talk to him and ask him alot of questions, while Ika seems to be no mood. As for bazlee gf, she seems to be unhappy to bump with us. WHATEVER ! After that went separated ways and talk to munchkin for awhile then we headed to Fork and Spoon to had our late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner, went to meet munchkin for awhile and we had our puffs. Then he went back home first, while Ika and i went to 7eleven to bought for sissy's wants then took cab home. Once i get back home, i was exhausted. But i slept pretty late at 3+am. Gaaaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday i was supposed to go out with my girls but it was cancelled because mom told me there's family chalet at ECP. I had fun ton-ing yesterday, the beautiful weather from night till morning was awesome. But ungrateful thing that happen that we got caught red-handed by the security because Nazri,Harith,Ira and myself went to climb over the fence of the chalet because we didnt want to walk far and the fence is already not in good condition. BLABLABLA. Then both security came over to our chalet and start talking to Nazri's dad. Step sial security melayu. STEP BIG FUCK OKAY. Then after the security had gone,the four of us start bbq food, since we are hungry at 3+am in the morning! hahaha omg perangai budak gemok. Everybody is asleep. So after we had our supper, i ask nazri and ira to tag along with me to the Pondok . We slack till morning, and at around 7+am or 8+am, the 3 of us went to had a swim at the sea. Then the rest came when they woke up. Another ungrateful thing that happen to me is, i got hit by a rock by nazri's unpurposely throw. He wanted to throw at the sea far away, then he unpurposely throw and it hit me on my left eye. Blood on my above eye and under. And is swollen. It is really hurt. But i don't blame him because its not purposely he wanted to do it. Anyway i am fine . Now my left eye is kinda ugly! eeeeeeeeew hahaha. I knockout really bad once im home. Phewww. So far i had fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i miss munchkin already. I don't know when are we meeting again?! Next week please? Haizzzz, alright, i guess i'm done now. I need to shower! hehehe. Will update more again soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1238550609904670302?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1238550609904670302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/updatessss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1238550609904670302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1238550609904670302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/updatessss.html' title='Updatessss'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPJg3nr3KQ8/Tux126xpqDI/AAAAAAAADUE/oEzne1UKr-s/s72-c/PC130096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2869672510288028476</id><published>2011-12-11T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:42:11.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday 10 Dec♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtbcEy6WTFM/TuOmD_PIPmI/AAAAAAAADT4/vqiD92Px-jE/s1600/PC090008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684569742116404834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtbcEy6WTFM/TuOmD_PIPmI/AAAAAAAADT4/vqiD92Px-jE/s320/PC090008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, this blog is really dead. Since i am awake right now, i shall update. Oh and btw, i'm already at my HOMETOWN SINGAPORE! omg . 6 months of not being at home sg it feels really different. The atmosphere and such. Still its good to be HOME ay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was boyfriend and my birthday! Yes finally, boyfriend hot eighteen and i'm sweet seventeen. Oh yeah baby! Mwehehe. Sadly, we didn't get the chance to go out together and celebrate together. Luv went to MUAR with his family, and i stayed home since my relatives coming over. Even though i didn't went out, i still had fun chilling out with my relatives since i miss them sooooo much and i had fun too! Everybody in the house singing me a birthday song with the birthday cake and candles on and i was about to cry but i didn't! haha. Too shy to cry. They're sweet. Thankiue so much. And to also to the people who wished me on facebook, twitter, and text messages, person to person. Oh and presents too! OH AND THANKS ALOT TO MY NEPHEWS AND NIECES FOR SABOTAGING ME! MY WHOLE FACE COVERED WITH CHOCOLATE OREO CREAM BIRTHDAY CAKE! LOL. Heh. Appreciate it people! May God bless you guys c':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite of enjoying just now, this past few days, i've been going out and going back home late. Pretty much exhausted like almost all the time but it was AWESOME feeling okay! I really had so much fun this way, i am actually happy and smiling. Told cha my happiness will be back once i'm back here again. When was the last time i had this feeling? That was last year? YES. Memories still remains . What a heartache i'm having over at PERTH. I swear i hate it. But for now, i'm gonna enjoy as much as i can, before i had to headed back to PERTH next year by the end of January i guess. There will be upcoming plans and impromptu for sure. Looking forward to spending time more on boyfriend. Also not to forget my friends and family. Shall maintain and equal everything, so that i won't be lefting out or missed something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post gonna be unproper post as i didnt elaborate on the last monday till today but oh well, i did mention that i've been going out and going back home late didnt i? So yeah, roughly idea there~Shall update a proper one soon, cus i am actually sleepy right now ..............but yknow i have this urge to update my blog at this hour? How silly i am! haha. alright, mornights! &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/6213029820302131431-2869672510288028476?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2869672510288028476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesterday-10-dec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2869672510288028476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2869672510288028476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/12/yesterday-10-dec.html' title='Yesterday 10 Dec♥'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtbcEy6WTFM/TuOmD_PIPmI/AAAAAAAADT4/vqiD92Px-jE/s72-c/PC090008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5268608298035345867</id><published>2011-11-28T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:52:04.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1VmQTXSndM/TtM4IH9G5JI/AAAAAAAADTg/1ac7sZVdr04/s1600/tumblr_lu2v79QGcI1qdcovuo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1VmQTXSndM/TtM4IH9G5JI/AAAAAAAADTg/1ac7sZVdr04/s320/tumblr_lu2v79QGcI1qdcovuo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679945267269788818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afternoon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to shower. Because i'm pretty much lazy . teehee.Shall shower later after i have done updating my blog and tumblr. I am bored actually. I got nothing else to do. Except this -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, this is my last week of school. Oh yeah baby! I'm gonna graduate from this CGEA course, first, apart from the rest. Because i've done all my assessments and prolly i pass all of them. YES. A 100% MUST BE. So tomorrow and Wednesday won't be in class cause we will be having an excursion to paint the Fremantle's South Beach Bustop. Oh yes. I am in  the Team B group with quiet dudes. So there is Daniel Salamanca,Travis,Louis,Luke and ME. I'm the only girl :c But who cares, mixing with them is much fun and they're very very nice people and funny. AWESOME *Thumbs up* But it will be awkward at certain point :/ I need to be there at 9.30am-12pm. Then Team A will have their shifts from 12pm-3pm. As for Wednesday, my shifts will be from 12pm-3pm while the Team A will be in the morning 9.30am-12pm. Oh yeah, i can sleep on Wednesday! Then my LAST DAY of school will be THURSDAY! Yay! And Friday will be getting ready to go home singapore at 9+pm. Will be reaching singapore at 3am on the next day Dec 3. I am so EXCITED PLEASE! weeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay now what? Seriously i have a boring life here, so there's nothing much to elaborate about. Sad life seh. Nevermind, once i'm back at singapore, there will be soooo many things going around, and that's where my awesome life is back! hehe. Alright, i'm done here! Shall update tumblr now. Byeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : Countdown 3 days...YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5268608298035345867?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5268608298035345867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/afternoon-i-have-yet-to-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5268608298035345867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5268608298035345867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/afternoon-i-have-yet-to-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1VmQTXSndM/TtM4IH9G5JI/AAAAAAAADTg/1ac7sZVdr04/s72-c/tumblr_lu2v79QGcI1qdcovuo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-7218757122314647571</id><published>2011-11-22T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:49:34.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The minute you think of giving up, think about the reason you held on for so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WITzQsQKf-c/TstMMQcSOjI/AAAAAAAADTI/d3ByOinSGac/s1600/Picture0027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-WITzQsQKf-c/TstMMQcSOjI/AAAAAAAADTI/d3ByOinSGac/s320/Picture0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677715528686385714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“At this age, everything is changing. Day by day we don’t notice, but just look back over the past year and you will realize everything has. People you thought were going to be there forever aren’t, and people you never imagined you’d be speaking to are now some of your closest friends. Life makes little sense, and the more we grow the less sense it will make. So make the most of it now, before it all changes once again, because in the near future, all of this is only going to be memories.”&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/6213029820302131431-7218757122314647571?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7218757122314647571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/minute-you-think-of-giving-up-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7218757122314647571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7218757122314647571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/minute-you-think-of-giving-up-think.html' title='The minute you think of giving up, think about the reason you held on for so long.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WITzQsQKf-c/TstMMQcSOjI/AAAAAAAADTI/d3ByOinSGac/s72-c/Picture0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2770588261286877751</id><published>2011-11-19T11:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:26:20.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTD7q4XD7Hw/Tscn77WAm3I/AAAAAAAADS8/3kOqgpwc5BE/s1600/tumblr_lcluvoCZf01qcoda9o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTD7q4XD7Hw/Tscn77WAm3I/AAAAAAAADS8/3kOqgpwc5BE/s320/tumblr_lcluvoCZf01qcoda9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676549765819571058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever i am at the beach, i have this feeling of loneliness inside me. That no one can actually feel how i feel except for myself and god. Thinking of the good times, bad times. The past and the presents. Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everyone is always going through tough things,the irony in it is that everyone thinks what they're going through is just as hard as what you are. Life isn't about surviving this, it's about understanding this.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12 days.......to home singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2770588261286877751?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2770588261286877751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2770588261286877751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2770588261286877751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-loneliness.html' title='Miss loneliness'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTD7q4XD7Hw/Tscn77WAm3I/AAAAAAAADS8/3kOqgpwc5BE/s72-c/tumblr_lcluvoCZf01qcoda9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6186756070976068511</id><published>2011-11-15T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:21:05.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pU46IYBuCOE/TsKBTR5umnI/AAAAAAAADSk/yvEMeDe5WVY/s1600/acne-skincare-tips-167x300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pU46IYBuCOE/TsKBTR5umnI/AAAAAAAADSk/yvEMeDe5WVY/s320/acne-skincare-tips-167x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675240648663276146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellu. I've been procrastinating my blog and now is the right time to update. hehe. Its a surprised as i view my blog and saw the numbers of people actually viewing my blog. Whoever it is, i hope you guys enjoy reading my blog. Does my words makes any sense? HAHA. Whatever. Anyway, this is a tips of How to get rid of Acne Fast. Well, my face is getting uglier as my face has pimples marks/leftover and growing pimples. So maybe i should share some of research i've made. I need to get rid of pimples marks/leftovers and growing pimples. CLEARASIL PRODUCTS!!!! Okay enjoy reading...its useful i guess c:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daily Anti-Acne Skincare Routine&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let’s examine these methods on how to get rid of acne. In order to get rid of acne and any skin problems you need to keep your skin free of any dirt or dust that may lead to inflamed skin. This involves adopting a daily skincare routine that focuses on healing your acne and keeping your skin free of things which may cause acne. Here are some points on how to get rid of acne:&lt;br /&gt;Keep your hair and hands away from face&lt;br /&gt;Your hair and hands will often contain a lot of dirt and bacteria because of your environment and the things you touch. Keep them away from your face at all times because they can irritate your skin and cause acne or pimples to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have long hair, tie it up and keep it away from your face. Don’t rest your hands or fingers on your cheeks or chin. Get in the habit of using a small hand sanitizer whenever you go out because it will ensure that you have clean hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use oil-free non-comedogenic makeup&lt;br /&gt;When applying tips on how to get rid of acne, you would naturally want to cover up acne marks with makeup. That’s fine but stay away from makeup with oil in it because it tends to clog your pores. They are also difficult to remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use oil-free makeup that is non-comedogenic so it won’t block your pores, hence reducing the occurrence of acne. You can also use mineral makeup or makeup with anti-acne ingredients in it. When you find a good brand that doesn’t break you out, stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your skin regularly after sweating or going out&lt;br /&gt;Washing your face helps you to get rid of acne by keeping it free of excess oil or dirt that may irritate your skin. If you already have acne, you don’t want your zits to grow bigger because bacteria or sweat is accumulated around them. This is especially important after going out into polluted/dusty environments or strenuous exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your pillow cases, bedsheets and shirts&lt;br /&gt;Over time your pillow or bed will accumulate dirt and dust so by changing them regularly you will reduce the likelihood of them causing acne. Part of how to get rid of acne involves examining what your skin comes into contact with everyday. This includes dirty shirts or shirts with materials which may irritate back acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use anti-acne cleansing lotions, toners and moisturizers&lt;br /&gt;An essential part of how to get rid of acne involves using skincare products specially designed for acne-prone skin. There are many brands out there which offer facial or body washes with ingredients like benzoyl peroxide and salicylic acid, two of the most popular chemicals used to kill bacteria causing acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutrogena and Proactiv are two examples of companies which offer complete sets of anti-care cleansers, toners, exfoliaters and moisturizers. Buy and stick to a full set. Don’t switch products too often.&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;Daily Diet and Mind-Body Health&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to get rid of acne also involves learning what to eat and not to eat. There is a link between your daily diet and the appearance of acne. There are specific acne trigger foods you should avoid. While not all of them will cause acne in someone, many people have reported an increase of acne from eating them. Here are some general acne foods to avoid:&lt;br /&gt;Foods high in saturated fats – Not only are they unhealthy, the saturated fat competes with the fats already in the body and this may lead to inflammed skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods that are high in sugar. Milk chocolates, sweets, deserts and cakes. They are very high in sugar and will often spike up your insulin levels. This may affect your hormones and cause acne outbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Dairy products. Hormones in dairy and the high saturated fat content will and often lead to an increase in acne. This has been noted by many acne sufferers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what you should eat instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green leafy vegetables&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foods with a low-glycemic index&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organic or natural non-processed food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multi vitamins and multi-minerals (zinc + vitamin A and E are important)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish oil and foods high in Omega-3 fats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Probiotics (yoghurt etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Apart from diet, it is essential that you maintain good mental and physical health. Stress can be a major cause of acne. Ever noticed how you get breakouts with you are going through a tough time? Or when you don’t sleep enough? These are some factors which often result in acne appearing on your face or body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get rid of acne you need to exercise regularly in order to sweat out the toxins in your body. Get enough sleep so your skin can heal. And deal with stress by talking to people who care about you or learning techniques like meditation to calm the mind. Read about self-help and learn to deal honestly with emotional problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, these are the four main ways on how to get rid of acne effectively. Do all of them simultaneously and you’ll easily get rid of acne in no time. After reading this, we highly recommend that you check out the other pages on this blog for more acne treatment tips. There are hundreds of free articles available and every possible acne treatment or acne cure is covered in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Recommended Best Acne Treatment Products&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to treating acne, its best to use an entire range of products that are formulated so that they don’t conflict with each other. The last thing you want to do is to use lots of different products which may have ingredients that conflict and complement each other. You don’t want any more unexpected acne breakouts do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to get rid of acne is to try an acne treatment product range that not only treats the skin from the outside but from the inside as well. The ideal acne treatment system must combat acne by fighting it on the surface, while detoxifying your body and regulating your hormones from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many acne products out there but not all of them are good. Many of them should be avoided because they just don’t work. Yes, just because a product is more expensive doesn’t mean its better. This applies in the anti-aging arena and is true as well when it comes to getting rid of acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top recommended acne treatment systems you should use. They were selected after a careful survey of online reviews, personal hands-on experience, word of mouth and analysis of ingredients. These products have received a great deal of positive reviews online and we highly recommend that you give them a try.&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/6213029820302131431-6186756070976068511?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6186756070976068511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/hellu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6186756070976068511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6186756070976068511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/hellu.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pU46IYBuCOE/TsKBTR5umnI/AAAAAAAADSk/yvEMeDe5WVY/s72-c/acne-skincare-tips-167x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4844092844608807730</id><published>2011-11-08T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:07:14.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know how many people is viewing my blog actually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTqZSK6sjoc/TrkSxqxMv3I/AAAAAAAADSI/lJRXS58YhPs/s1600/Photo7031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTqZSK6sjoc/TrkSxqxMv3I/AAAAAAAADSI/lJRXS58YhPs/s320/Photo7031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672585850153385842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been awhile since i last updated my blog. That was 28th Oct and now is 8th of November. Well, i've not been feeling quite well, due to my major menses cramps and flu and also stress assessments and next year's course. Have been too busy with "stuffs" till i don't have the time to actually update this dusty o'blog :c&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to be doing my maths assessments right now and also english. But my mind was too stress, that make me feel not to do it. Sandra my lecturer gives me alot of pressure on her work. She,gave back my assessment to redo the whole paper even though i made a few mistakes. &lt;b&gt;I repeat A FEW MISTAKES!&lt;/b&gt; Its hard for me to understand her standards and same goes to her. FUCKING OLD WOMAN. I struggle throughout her class on every Wednesday. And when shes not happy with it, she asked me to come to her desk and she will explain to me as if i don't understand english and embarrassed me in front of the class by raising her voice high up for teaching me. I am not happy with her class, and i would always complain towards mom, the way she treated me in class is unacceptable for me. I cursed her to be really nice to me, or not PLEASE DIE! hahaha. okay, 2 words " PLEASE DIE", i was just kidding. I hope tomorrow went fine. HOPEFULLY. hmpf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway,Auntie Wayah and her family reaching perth tonight! Woooo woo. The kecohs people. HAHAHA. They will be here 2 weeks. The house will be so chaotic! mwehehe. But still, i have school. So can't spend the time together with them. Except on the weekends and after i got back home from school. Oh dayum. I hope they do enjoy their stay here with us in this house. Now, there's nothing much to elaborate though........actually there is. But umm..shall do it next time, i need to do my fucking assessments now. Oh god. opppps,unproper post :\ nvm hehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: 23 days left........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-4844092844608807730?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4844092844608807730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-how-many-people-is-viewing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4844092844608807730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4844092844608807730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-how-many-people-is-viewing-my.html' title='I know how many people is viewing my blog actually.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTqZSK6sjoc/TrkSxqxMv3I/AAAAAAAADSI/lJRXS58YhPs/s72-c/Photo7031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2838741948373729689</id><published>2011-10-28T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:02:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to reflect on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6S-zS6wKSM/TqlnfV4wJ6I/AAAAAAAADQ8/Ss7Rdgkpkjw/s1600/74300_459938289839_736424839_5357964_2148001_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6S-zS6wKSM/TqlnfV4wJ6I/AAAAAAAADQ8/Ss7Rdgkpkjw/s320/74300_459938289839_736424839_5357964_2148001_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668175394171266978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First and for most, i miss my girlfriend. My sister. My best friend. My listening ear. My joker. My life saver. My everything. I'd a hard time of not talking to her like i used to. She's a busy lady now.Well. School and work. Her daily life routine continues.... Do you miss me babe? I miss you terribly much! *sob sob* Without her, my life has no meaning of sister friendship. I miss everything, with you. Just you and me, like a true blood sisters. Sadly we're not but by heart. I really can't wait to see you pretty soon. I want to spend my time with you like we used to have&amp;lt;3 Love you bff! xoxo;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wipe tears* Alright alright. I'm okay. Just a lil slightly emotional. Things around changed as y'all can see. What can i say? For the better or for the worst? Neither do i know. To think of it all, the pain i can't bare. But somehow, i have to. Life keeps on going on no matter how much fun you had or the shits you've gone through. And so,recently i watched this movie over and over again without sick and tired of watching it "&lt;i&gt;Meet the Robinson's&lt;/i&gt;". And when Lewis goes to his future, he becomes a dad and he would always said "&lt;b&gt;Keep Moving Forward&lt;/b&gt;". I learn something useful on movies like this especially from Waltz Disney movies. That very moment, i realized that you have to push yourself no matter how hard the situation is. They say, "&lt;b&gt;The one who waits for the one you want, in the end it is all worth the wait&lt;/b&gt;". I am very likely to believe on that. God never want to make our life hard, but he wanted us to learn from everything. From the sins we made,from the mistakes we take. He wanted us to appreciate things,learn every step and pathway we choose, it is all about LEARNING. I would've not treating myself this hard. Thinking that, this is the worst ever but actually it wasn't at all when i know, God is always here with me. Going through my hard and easy times. Never leave me on the empty shelves like others do. I was too busy on myself till i forgot him. I forgot how important he is than human beings that i know. I always thought,the people i loved and cared so much will stand by me all the time, but look back, they don't. They never really know how i feel truly and how much pain i've gone through. All they cared about asking and wanted to know my problems,nevertheless,they wanted to cheer me up so that, they don't have to see me sad all the time. But, i thank god for everything. Throughout my whole life, i've been so selfish on myself. Now, my heart drawn nearer to God. Syukur Alhamdulilah. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's the 28th of October 2011. Come to realize that,this year, 8 months of surviving in Perth. One more month to go, that is November. And then,after November, on the Dec 2, i'll be heading back home Singapore! Yay! I am so excited! The day i've been waiting for! So i will be start packing up on one of those days of November, at the same time i will be busy with my course too. Busy of applying my next year course which i am still not sure whether i am able to actually applied for IV Health and Science Foundations that can lead me into Diploma in Nursing and i can become an Enrolled Nurse or to either become an Registered Nurse, i have to go to study/training at University for that to achieve a Bachelor Degree in Health Science (Nursing) or Bachelor Degree in Nursing.But hoping i can either ways. Because my dreams was to be in Poly after my ITE, then to University.Instead,my luck turn the other way round, so i am here. I have to re-plan my dreams again. So yeah. See how things goes after this. Insyallah, with god willing. I can make it .....to my dreams eventually. hehehe. Oh by the way, today are Public Holiday in Perth. Because its QUEENS birthday. And Queen is already here in Perth! Wahhhh. Me wanna meet QUEEN. Chey no la kidding. There will be alot of people confirm. Blueeeh. I am done here now. Now i want to update my tumblr. Okay Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : 34 DAYS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2838741948373729689?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2838741948373729689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-to-reflect-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2838741948373729689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2838741948373729689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-to-reflect-on.html' title='Something to reflect on...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6S-zS6wKSM/TqlnfV4wJ6I/AAAAAAAADQ8/Ss7Rdgkpkjw/s72-c/74300_459938289839_736424839_5357964_2148001_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-7993782310619863441</id><published>2011-10-24T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:35:43.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How about something random to elaborate about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obgst1tpPhI/TqRAFdZGN1I/AAAAAAAADQw/DOMemCsGWaU/s1600/Picture0185.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obgst1tpPhI/TqRAFdZGN1I/AAAAAAAADQw/DOMemCsGWaU/s320/Picture0185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666724693672343378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have the urge to update this time round. At this hour. Ignore my steamy eyes. I really want to blog this time, as i miss blogging, even though i did updated a few days ago. I miss how i elaborate about my awesome life. But now? Uh, just not really awesome. So anyway, its Monday morning. I don't mind of sleeping late because there's no school every monday and friday. So yeah,chill ay. STILL, i could not believe that its already MONDAY! Tuesday, i've to start tucking in my bed early and get ready to go school when the sun rise. It's funny y'know, as i start my class at 9.30am but i have to wake up 7.30+am to get myself doll up and walk to the bustop and wait for my bus and changing my bus at Fremantle (Fre-o). The problem is, the bus, that could make me wait for an hour. That's the reason, where i have to wake up early, just to follow the right time to board the bus. And if not, i'll be extremely late. That is not accepted for my 3 lecturers. Gosh, why is perth transportation is so hard ? Hard as in the timing of the bus and everything. Luckly singapore are not like that. :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayum! I am getting more paranoid and frustrated and irritated of seeing my face. Because of my pimples! Getting more worser and worser. I reckon that it must be the weather, that made my face look hideous with growing pimples and marks left. I don't know what else should i do other than wash my face regularly,drink lots lots of water,no stress,sleep early etc. WHAT ELSE SHOULD I DO? From preventing pimples growing and clearing marks? Nothing. Unless i went for a skin clinic, that might help me. pfft. Too expensive, can't afford. Maybe when i start job hunting and have a permanent job, then i can afford those type of expensive and private clinics. Oh wait, i saw those Clearasil Products on the magazine and supermarkets, they sell those Clearasil Ultra Pimples + Marks Wash and Face mask and they have the same product but a lotion one. So i might get one of those products. To try and see the difference whether does it really works. If it helps, then i stick to that product because, i bought Clean and Clear 3 in 1 it doesn't help and move on either. Not worth for a 15+bucks So i shall try a new product. It cost me around 13+bucks which is much cheaper than the one i bought usually. I get those pretty soon! I really concern about my appearance on facials. Because, the most importantly to look clean and clear on my face. I used to have flawless skin, but now........not anymore *sobsob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And right now, i am scared to sleep. Just a moment ago, i was plugging in my wires through the 3 socket, and i saw a black spider, not really big though, running towards my bed headsteel. Too scared to even lying down on my pillow and shut my eyes. That black spider might, will disturb me when i'm trying to sleep. haha. I have no idea where that black spider has gone to? I can't him anywhere near or far........... :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh before i end this post 38 days to go back home to singapore! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps; i've already updated my tumblr! And and i miss munchkin♥ heekheek okay bye! Mornights readers! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-7993782310619863441?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7993782310619863441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-urge-to-update-this-time-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7993782310619863441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7993782310619863441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-urge-to-update-this-time-round.html' title='How about something random to elaborate about?'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obgst1tpPhI/TqRAFdZGN1I/AAAAAAAADQw/DOMemCsGWaU/s72-c/Picture0185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8494952871076752926</id><published>2011-10-14T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:36:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bother to read :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MclnZhT1jHQ/TpgIgGaX4ZI/AAAAAAAADQk/shTqmXqa-94/s1600/Photo9869.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MclnZhT1jHQ/TpgIgGaX4ZI/AAAAAAAADQk/shTqmXqa-94/s320/Photo9869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663285878988464530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyya! I am bored. So i did make changes to my blog. I hate pink but i find this layout are cute! If only it was in PURPLE in colour i would 10000000% loving it for sure. hehe. I didn't blog for a few days because am just plainly lazy to do so. Eventhough school is out and in 2 weeks of holidays! Been doing homeworks. Not much just 2. I make it sound like there're tons of it haha. But i got stress when it comes to persuasive essay. Fuck yeah i hate it. Especially when my lecturer sandra ask us to research for that topic we pick. Swear i am not good at it. I hope she won't ask me to redo again because i did my best this time. If she does, then i just wanna break down and cry. I spend hours of doing it! She hafta spend her time sitting down and reading it and not by correcting one mistake and consider the whole paper is wrong and unacceptable. This old woman always give me a headache when it comes to her assignments and assesments. Pshh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, this is my last week of holidays. And next week school reopen. Dayum! So not looking forward to it. Its okay, time flies fast,one more month to gooo! And then my course finish and i'm going home! Excited much. I'm counting down the days. hehe, happy girl. 48 days ...yay! K now idontknowwhattoelaborate? I guess thats all for today? My life is getting boring each day. tsk. Alright bye! Happy Weekends people. Tumblr updated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will update a proper post as this post is boring! HAHA. Okey sayonara! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8494952871076752926?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8494952871076752926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-bother-to-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8494952871076752926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8494952871076752926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-bother-to-read.html' title='Don&apos;t bother to read :/'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MclnZhT1jHQ/TpgIgGaX4ZI/AAAAAAAADQk/shTqmXqa-94/s72-c/Photo9869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3420477586931673221</id><published>2011-10-07T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:23:40.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm searching for you all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chvYz17MV5U/To6d6QfZA2I/AAAAAAAADQc/lg6xgcCSp94/s1600/tumblr_lpxe6nK8Td1r1pw2to1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chvYz17MV5U/To6d6QfZA2I/AAAAAAAADQc/lg6xgcCSp94/s320/tumblr_lpxe6nK8Td1r1pw2to1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660635405835895650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I miss you, sometimes I listen to music or look at pictures of you, not to remind me of you but to make me feel as if I’m with you. It makes me forget the distance and capture you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mostly,i need your hugs. I need your kiss. I need everything to feel special again. I'm lost and in need your guidance to lead me through my life. I feel darkness inside me.Maybe the whole point of you and me and every single moment that we've shared together has just been leading us here.Maybe you and i are meant to create this life because maybe this life is gonna change the world.Sometimes i like to close my eyes and think about us.I like to think of fun times we would have.I like to pictures us holding hands, laughing. I like to pictures us going to the beach together and look at the sun down,picnics,being by the water. I like to pictures us being happy, smiling. I like to picture us together. Happy. In deeply love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at out love story, are just like in the movies. But i believe that, we could have an happy ending....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3420477586931673221?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3420477586931673221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-searching-for-you-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3420477586931673221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3420477586931673221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-searching-for-you-all-time.html' title='I&apos;m searching for you all the time.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chvYz17MV5U/To6d6QfZA2I/AAAAAAAADQc/lg6xgcCSp94/s72-c/tumblr_lpxe6nK8Td1r1pw2to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1984040921468993021</id><published>2011-09-05T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T02:09:40.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of my life♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tq2NrzPhe4/TmO0cF_gs5I/AAAAAAAADQE/VLMcIwAwQ4Q/s1600/DSCF0523.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tq2NrzPhe4/TmO0cF_gs5I/AAAAAAAADQE/VLMcIwAwQ4Q/s320/DSCF0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648556752390632338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥Happy 32 months anniversary! ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all happen in a blink of an eye. I didn't see this coming till then i was on my bed, almost shutting my eyes of and i look on the date it was the 5th. It means alot to me and it also means alot to you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the day where i see myself happy with a guy that i called him 'Boyfriend'. The day that brings me back the memories of the past, on the first time we met and how we get together along till now. It all started that particular night. Again, i didn't expected we could go this far now. But i'm pretty sure this is worth it and i know we belong together. Your the reason that make my life beautiful. You captured my heart and keep it safe. Knowing that, i could give all my trust on you and i'm not afraid or worried about anything. I know your different from any other guys i have met in my past. Your special just the way you are. I believe there is some apparently reasons that we are in different places right now. Everything happens for a reason. And the reasons of all that is to show how long or how strong we are together. God has his reason of doing this to us. Eventually it will end soon and we will be much more happier than before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying my best to be a good girlfriend to you. By treating you the way it should as a couple. I gave you my fullest attention even if it is not enough i will always try to. Gave everything that should be needed in this relationship but has limitation to it too. I would really want to see both of us having each other lifes forever. With god willings..I want our relationship last like how we wanted it to. There is no reason why i should let you go, because your the one that make me laugh and having tears of joy eventhough you have make me hurt before. But nothing elses matter only you. I didn't want to let this slip away when i know your the one that i needed. Nobody else could ever make me feel, this feeling of deeply in love. In this 2 years 8 months we are together, i'm still looking forward the years to count on ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you terribly and I love you very much♥! xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1984040921468993021?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1984040921468993021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1984040921468993021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1984040921468993021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-of-my-life.html' title='The love of my life♥'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tq2NrzPhe4/TmO0cF_gs5I/AAAAAAAADQE/VLMcIwAwQ4Q/s72-c/DSCF0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5929353269206457915</id><published>2011-08-18T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:40:49.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in myself, and i know whats the best for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8CPEe0xsrg/Tk01lTkeZdI/AAAAAAAADPs/l3UZ9PLhl6s/s1600/tumblr_ljje9sMTRN1qf7ikto1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8CPEe0xsrg/Tk01lTkeZdI/AAAAAAAADPs/l3UZ9PLhl6s/s320/tumblr_ljje9sMTRN1qf7ikto1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642224823189792210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now a girl who is afraid of the world. Who is now a girl that has lost confidence of herself and lost her hopes and dreams that she wanted to be, one fine day. I lose my mind all time. It doesn't seems to be everything right. I keep on falling down. And hard for me to get myself up. Life keeps getting in the way. It so hard to say or to actually find the right words to explain. Dark clouds surrounded in my life. I don't know what else should i do?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When its not alright, when its not okay, i let myself hurt. Crying for hours. I'm not strong enough. I shouldn't have give up on everything, but i'm standing in the dark all alone. I'm too scared of everything.But something pull me back. A voice keep on whispering in my head that i should not give up, and won't break down. Sooner later than it seems life turns around. And i will be stronger and wiser even if it all goes wrong. I believe, wherever i am right now, someone is watching over me. I know who he is. The only one who could see the whole world and that only has the powers to create or to change everything. The most gracious, kindness,fairness of all Allah S.w.t. His the one whom i look up for. I know he watch me and hears me all the time. His the light, shining to my destiny. His the one whom i live up for. Whom i prayed for forgiveness and seekness on my doings. He made me to live and to discover the world on my own. He has written on his book of what will happen in the past and in the future. Okay, Everything. And now, my life is in a mess. I seek upon him,to help me, and to also show me the right path to move on in life. Since then, we only lived for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, we will regret of one thing or maybe more. Everybody makes mistake. No one is perfect. Everybody has shits that happen like almost everytime. Keep on saying we hate lifes. I'm pretty much one of them. It sad to hear but y'know life must be like this isn't it? There's so much challenges that we have to go through on different kind of stages. Somehow we gotta accept it but not dwelling on it. I hate to see myself like this all the time. No one likes it to, not even Allah. Like i say,i'm not strong enough. I am so weak. Now i found myself. Trying so hard to accept things as the way it is. I have the patience, but i need to be more. Eventually, all this will end and i'll be happy as i am like i used to. Maybe, just maybe, all this happens because i need to know who i am actually was. Figuring by my own self. Make new friends, feel the new environment, be more confidence and stand up for my own when no one is around to back up for. I guess, this might be the answer to all of this that is NOW happening. If only i knew the reasons was..............i wouldn't be so hard on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all of this emotional feeling i kept inside my heart, i had let it out. But there's still a lil bit of it. I shouldn't be bragging it all the way. Hmm. Anyway, i didn't came to school for 2 days. Wednesday and Thursday. I skipped school. But i did came on the Tuesday. Well. I've never ever skip school like this before, okay not never. Imma such a liar. Haha! I did skip school during my secondary school life because i'm just lazy, so told mom i was sick but once or twice. During Madrasah, alot of time. OPPPPS. Alot of sins already. tsk tsk. But as for this, 2 days straight i skipped. I told mom everything. Yes, every single thing. Expressing my whole feelings, to let her know that i hate to actually go this school and face with this bunch of white peoples who doesn't even give a FUCKING RESPECT or RESPONSIBILITY to the rest of the students and teachers too. They're just seriously being them, being so FUCKING REBELLIOUS. That's for the students, as for the teachers. Oh yeah, i do have comments about the teachers too. They're about the same though. The teachers, are not strict enough to the students, they just don't even give a really DAMN to them. Eventhough they were pretty much mad, but not as mad as really angry. They just let the students do whatever they want, but as long as they do their work and didn't disturb the rest. FUCK OKAY. The teachers thinks those faggots won't disturb the rest? ACTUALLY, THEY DID. I got distracted ALL THE TIME! And they didn't even do their own work, and teachers have to keep on telling to do as if they were like kids who need to be told about everything. OMG. This is soooooooo wrong. Haizzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Dad didn't scold me for not attending school for 2 days straight. I cried, when they actually asked me to go to school. I really cried. And i think they feel sorry for me. I hope they do. I guess, they understand how i feel, in this situation. When your the only one in the class who is the only one asian surrounded by all the same races. You feel alone. I'm depressed. Really stress that i've to go through all this. Dad talk to me about this yesterday once, and i cried real bad. That i thought i almost lost my voice because i don't feel like to talk about it. He talk to me nicely and calm. Mom keep quiet. She has done her part by telling me to be patience for all this. I got no strength at all. As i told dad yesterday, i didn't elaborate more like what i did to mom, because i was scared that he might get angry over me. Then he keep himself quiet and never talk to me again. And today, we didn't talk. We did talk for a bit when we went out just now at around 6+pm to Big W. Dad need to bought for his company some supplies and i saw cheap novels books that were on clearance sale for only $3.79 bucks if i'm not wrong. So i talk to him,asked him whether i can bought 2 books. And he said okay. Then we didn't talk. I'm hurt. Because maybe i've hurt his feelings. I know that he wants me to succeed in life and have more knowledge and he is willing to give me everything i want. He paid $100+ for this course which is actually cheap, for me to study when i'm here in perth. But this things happen, i couldn't let myself go on till the end of this course. Its not worth it. I mean, i keep on trying to focus on things that i'm doing, concerntrate on the teachers, but i can't. Too distracting and this course is not for me. Boring, and easy. I know everything. Its like, this course for those who never had been in school. Or drop out from school. I'm not those people. So yeah. I hope dad understands me and i know he wants the best of me. He doesn't want to burden his children. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow, i've got an appointment with TAFE, yes the school that i enrolled in and then a few weeks later, i didn't want to go school anymore because of those bunch of fucking faggots who make my life miserable. They wants to see me and wanna talk about my problems. Oh hoh! My problems, they might be surprised when i say it and mean it. I know whats the best for me and i hope i don't have to attend in that college again or to see them again. All i want is to just stays at home with mom. Spending my wasting time with mom is way better than spending in that school and with those peoples. Just wasted my time, seriously! I follow my heart. Thats where it will lead me in life..................... alright, its about time for me to get to sleep. Its alright 1.40am. Spending time expressing, typing this. Long long post. Haiz. Goodnight! Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5929353269206457915?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5929353269206457915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-believe-in-myself-and-i-know-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5929353269206457915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5929353269206457915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-believe-in-myself-and-i-know-whats.html' title='I believe in myself, and i know whats the best for me.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8CPEe0xsrg/Tk01lTkeZdI/AAAAAAAADPs/l3UZ9PLhl6s/s72-c/tumblr_ljje9sMTRN1qf7ikto1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5341907553431162434</id><published>2011-08-15T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:17:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-dWLORJc8w/TkkvOd0DGFI/AAAAAAAADPk/wlBxqhSFhPs/s1600/222288_10150173726809064_613339063_6996339_7084272_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-dWLORJc8w/TkkvOd0DGFI/AAAAAAAADPk/wlBxqhSFhPs/s320/222288_10150173726809064_613339063_6996339_7084272_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641091933825865810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When was the last time i blog. Last week? I'm just plainly lazy. Okay hello! heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday it is. Stayed home, read my novels. Since school is only on tuesday,wednesday and thursday, i am so grateful! HAHA. Monday and Friday no school yea. There's nothing much i can do at home. Ugh, everyday is getting boring. Thankgod, there's novels i borrowed from the library that i spend my free time reading it the whole day. I love reading. Enjoyable and to kill time :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So its 10.47pm. I should be headed off to bed right now, but oh well, i'm awake. I just can't be bothered to sleep early, end up i won't be sleeping and just stared the ceiling or the window. And school is tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. I just hope things will go well tomorrow. Other than that, Zoey is coming to school. Like at last. Its embrassing or rather hilarious that i thought she quits school since the last 4 days of not seeing her around in class. I told mom and bestfriend through fb via chat that she'd betrayed me after all. But actually she didn't! She just texted me this morning. OMG! What was i thinking? As she promised me, she'll text me last weeks tuesday but she didn't. Her fault to blame. On the other side, i was to blame too. My doubts towards her is awful. Now, i won't be like fucking alone anymore. I'd enough of spending myself alone during lunch and breaks. It feels sucks when people who doesn't want to be your friend, instead they chooses their own races. Make me feel bad and left out. Thankgod, there is only who is willing to be my friend and i don't want anybody else except her. Since she all i got to be friend with me from the start of school. And i don't mind if i don't get any friends here in perth, i still got alot of friends back there at home in singapore. They're the bestest among the rest. I love them very much♥ hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, all i need is my tumblr! Yes yes. Shooo addicted okay. woot woot. Okay goodnight everybody. Anyway whose gonna read my blog right? *krikk krikkk* Haha, okay bye! TUMBLR HERE I COME...xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5341907553431162434?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5341907553431162434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5341907553431162434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5341907553431162434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-hi.html' title='Oh hi!'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-dWLORJc8w/TkkvOd0DGFI/AAAAAAAADPk/wlBxqhSFhPs/s72-c/222288_10150173726809064_613339063_6996339_7084272_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5480401324828681150</id><published>2011-08-02T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:15:31.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mR8UER3Pg8/TjgQu182ZXI/AAAAAAAADO8/08sorPWWO4c/s1600/Photo085.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mR8UER3Pg8/TjgQu182ZXI/AAAAAAAADO8/08sorPWWO4c/s320/Photo085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636273330596504946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems to be a very interesting topic! My first day in TAFE COLLEGE WESTERN AUSTRALIA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mindset is positive right from the start. But i was told that the students are not 'ANGEL'. Most likely, the naughty students i assume. I woke up at 7+am. Since my school starts at 9.30am. This is my first time, so i had to wake up early to walk to the bustop which takes me 10-20 minutes to walk. Quite far though. Mom accompanied me, well obviously. Not used to the places yet. While was on the way to the bustop, it started to raining. Damn, i hate it, i get soaked up. Terrible weather for early morning. Once we reached the bustop it got rain like cats and dogs. My pump shoes got all wet and it feels uncomfortable as the water went inside my shoes and my toes were all soak like a sponge. Eeeew,disgusting :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited for the bus like for hours. I get paranoid and kinda panic. I was pretty scared that i will be late for school like for the first time. I don't like when i came in to the classroom and everybody were like staring at you up and down as if your didn't wear any clothes on. Oh that thinking is bugging me alright. heh. So yeah. We waited and waited. There's also one student and some other people were waiting too. And finally the bus came, i was relief for godsake. We took the bus 513. And the bus went all around the houses, round-round like a merry go round. It keeps on turning. Kinda wasting time though for me. Gives me headaches. Afterwards, we finally reach to my school. And yeah, nerve racking. My heart started to pound so fast, my hands are wet, my stomach gives me the goosebumps all over me. Scary! We reach there early. I thought i was going to be late. Haha. So mom and i standing outside the college and just slack around waiting for the right time to get in. When the clock is ticking, my heart tells me that i am scared and i just want to go back home, spend time with my mom would be better. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time has come, mom kinda piss me off to go in. How dare she! hehe, kidding, anyway she's wants me to be punctual. So i kissed her on the cheek, then i went in. Holding back my tears. It felt an heartache, because mom and i spend our time almost everyday together, then now i have to leave her like all alone and beside, i'm alone too. Once i'm in, i just went straight ahead to the S shed where my lesson will be held today. The college is huge, i thought i was going to be lost but neh. I still remebered where my lecturers showed me the classes. Silence as i walk down the corridor and hallway. Like a ghost school or something as if no one is there. I walked all the way, and stop at the corner as i can spot students standing around outside of the classroom. My eyes are like going to pop any sooner,my stomach too. All of them look so old. Well, not literally old, like around their 17-19 years old. I'm like the youngest student among them, maybe. I was stoned. I don't whut should i do. I went to sit on the bench, i look like as if i'm a robbery who wants to kidnap those students, haha. Then i decided to stand around the classroom but not so close. Everyone seems to be quiet and like as if i'm invisible. We waited for the lecturer Emma to come. Once she came, she said hello to me since i was beside her. haha. So blablabla. We all get settled down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma then ask all around our names. And she spelled my name wrongly. Embrassing. Ah, its okay, since no one can actually prounouce my name correctly or even know how to spell it. Damn. White people are soooo stupid. Simple as cake. Haha, okay kidding. Then she hand out paper sheets for the rules &amp;amp; regulations at the college. Boring as she keep on talking my eyes were like windows. Open and close. After went through the students tick, okay i don't know whut is it call. Blablabla ...is getting boring as i type down like everything. Okay now straight to the point! I made friends with only one girl who is willing to be friend with me. Because the rest of the girls ARE BITCHES . Yes bitches thats the good to describe them and they acted just like too. Perfect. Zoey is her name who is now my friend. She's 17 years old and beautiful girl. Just like around my height. When i was with her during the breaks, all the boys were like looking at us. Most prolly is her, because she's really beautiful. And she have the same mindset like me towards the rest of the BITCHES. Haha, so cool. There were also nerds and one cute guy who sits beside me 2 times today. I was just drooling on his looks but i don't into him. Haha. I told Zoey i have a boyfriend and even showed her his picture through my phone. And she was like, " omg so cute! He looks just like my ex-boyfriend sort of". Am very proud that i'm attached. Because guys here in tafe, likes to stare on girls like up and down. WHUTTHEHELL RIGHT? Soo yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then got around the college. Get into the library, explore and everything. Still not used to it though. After that we did art. Today's lesson was Reading &amp;amp; Writing personal pursoses and Team work that is art and we did drawing . We played games too, that everyone has a card to choose and to read out whut it written on it and answer the questions. That's the scary part. Well. Its a total boring for me. First day of school i get piss off . So stress already with the people. God damn it! Complain to my parents about it, and still i reconsider to quit if i can't stand it anymore. You know i don't know. Its like living in a school hell! Haiz, and school tomorrow. I don't feel like going. I cried because i can't take it. The students are so rebellious. Singapore students are much way better than this even in ITE. Tell me about it...At least singaporeans are much more behave no matter how rebellious they are. At least they got some good attitude in them. Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK MY LIFE FOREVAAAAAAAA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5480401324828681150?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5480401324828681150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5480401324828681150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5480401324828681150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-to-hell.html' title='Welcome to Hell.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mR8UER3Pg8/TjgQu182ZXI/AAAAAAAADO8/08sorPWWO4c/s72-c/Photo085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2548556519407432393</id><published>2011-08-01T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:50:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Fasting, whut else?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovS54X15lj4/TjZU2eXGQoI/AAAAAAAADOs/twletU-5IcQ/s1600/tumblr_la0mzg1Upc1qd0mixo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovS54X15lj4/TjZU2eXGQoI/AAAAAAAADOs/twletU-5IcQ/s320/tumblr_la0mzg1Upc1qd0mixo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635785278540366466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When was the last time i updated my blog? Oh yeah, last week sunday. Boring life of mine. I hate to update when i got nothing else to say but i keep on trying to think i got something to elaborate about. *Yawns*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so.....school starts tomorrow. Yes tomorrow. Fckthewhut? Why, i don't see this coming. Now i can feel time really flies fast. Thats more like it. I'm not really looking forward to school but i don't want to spend my entire teenage life stuck at perth doing nothing, and just sits at home. Mom and Dad wants me to go school so that when i'm back to singapore, i can start working. And at least i got my education and certificate just like all of my friends. That i don't feel like i'm a leftout student after my N level . Okay, so not. I am smart enough to think for my future ahead. Kinda nervous tomorrow. Socialising with white people, oh yeah awkward!~ Have been thinking lately, how is it like to mixed around with the whole lot of people of not the same religion? Hope things will go fine. I get my finger crossed and pray for good. So lets just see things goes tomorrow. DEFINITELY FINE, POSITIVE MINDSET PLEASE. * Note to self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its new month now! August. Also the fasting month too. Then soon Hari Raya. Wow! Sad though, i'm not coming home for Hari Raya. Oh this is sucks! Nonono, this year is sucks! This is the right phase. All of this happens because of my school. Damn it. I didn't get to iftar with my girls &amp;amp; boyfriend, didn't get to eat all those yummy traditional kuehs, didn't get to jalan raya,even didn't get to bond with my whole big family members &amp;amp; relatives which we always did every year, and mostly didn't get to play bunga api. This is sad man. Really. Nothing seems to be the same this year. Rapidly changing. Very dissapointing how things goes lately. But its okay, i told myself there is always the time where everything will be the same, well most likely. Oh well. But i am actually quite satisfied that my course finishes this year 1 Dec and for that i get to come back home. December is a very special month for me because one of it was my birthday &amp;amp; my boyfriend (which is our birthday date/month is the same but different on the year we were born , still very blessed of it♥), we can celebrate together, it is so special as we grow older each year together. Aww much. hehe. Sooo happy and can't wait too. Oh oh , sissy soon is going to have a baby boy! Yay! And she even want to named that baby Ihkwan Waqin. I'm not sure if i spelled the name correctly or differently? HAHA, doesn't matter. But something like that. Cant wait too! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg suddenly i feel very very hungry! ahhh, nevermind, i'm break fast early here in perth. Around 5.41pm! whooo . I'm starve already. zzzz. Kay bye. Next to update my tumblr! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2548556519407432393?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2548556519407432393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-was-last-time-i-updated-my-blog-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2548556519407432393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2548556519407432393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-was-last-time-i-updated-my-blog-oh.html' title='School, Fasting, whut else?'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovS54X15lj4/TjZU2eXGQoI/AAAAAAAADOs/twletU-5IcQ/s72-c/tumblr_la0mzg1Upc1qd0mixo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1833818177383416120</id><published>2011-07-24T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:39:42.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO COLD !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNp3TXaoKjE/TivVY24ge9I/AAAAAAAADOk/Y-s74FCfytw/s1600/tumblr_lm7gagHS6l1qfelqlo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNp3TXaoKjE/TivVY24ge9I/AAAAAAAADOk/Y-s74FCfytw/s320/tumblr_lm7gagHS6l1qfelqlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632830381983038418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So hi. Missing updating my blog, i feel now is the best time. I'm over at Coogee Jetty. Well of course dad wants to go fishing during this winter weather. I bring along my laptop with me, Girlfriend magazine i bought yesterday and my library books. I won't feel bored. Actually i was shivering in cold. I wear pretty slack today. Just my tights legging jeans, hoodie and sport shoes. I feel like am going for a jog . Obviously i'm not. Not in the mood for a jog. But mom did. tsk :| Kinda suprised that quite a number of people came here for fishing and some even went for a swim. Damn, they really have thick skin aren't they? Oh great, i'm literally talking to myself again. Haha. Crap -.-"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, listening to songs on youtube. Different kind of songs. Mostly those like hiphop/rnb. Love it aye. Oh now, my laptop is wet. Drizzling of water is dropping. Shits. Alright then, i have nothing to elaborate on. HAHA. Kay, gotta go. Bye. Updated tumblr, at last. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1833818177383416120?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1833818177383416120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1833818177383416120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1833818177383416120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-cold.html' title='SO COLD !'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNp3TXaoKjE/TivVY24ge9I/AAAAAAAADOk/Y-s74FCfytw/s72-c/tumblr_lm7gagHS6l1qfelqlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6752185034652353149</id><published>2011-07-08T15:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:00:25.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish things would go easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw6-lJ2WTX8/Tha5H2Wk63I/AAAAAAAADOc/10skBSEokIs/s1600/227266_10150186630789840_736424839_6750521_1378147_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw6-lJ2WTX8/Tha5H2Wk63I/AAAAAAAADOc/10skBSEokIs/s320/227266_10150186630789840_736424839_6750521_1378147_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626888328946445170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is unpredictable. &lt;div&gt;Basically it happens which connects exactly whut is my life right now. You know anything could happen. I don't enjoy this much. As i get i hurt like almost all the time. But i get over it. Try not to think too much like my friends always said to me. Getting harder each brand new day comes. Some for better some for worst. I don't seems to know why does life is so complicated? I always wish for something good to happen in any time of my daily life. Well... sort of like errr.. &lt;b&gt;MIRACLES&lt;/b&gt;! Yes. I believe in this. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i look back my past, i was like "Wow! How happy i was back then? How much i enjoy my life eventhough there's problems appear." But this time round, everything turns upside down eversince i'm here in perth. I feel the emptiness somewhere inside me and i could cry almost everyday without me hesistating to try even to. Tears rolling down my cheeks, and the pain just stab me right through my heart. Powerful and deadly hurt. I just lay down on my bed and let the pain went through, i just let it be. I'm tired of this. Tired of almost everything that is going on. I don't really like to say this to myself,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; I RATHER DIE THAN TO LIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. But somehow i just did. Damn it kills me! Some people wish that they want to be in my place. To be over here, far away from friends, family &amp;amp; the one you love. I don't get it? They never know how is life being far away from the people you treasured so much that you don't want to lose them . It feels sucks, trust me. There's always a word to this FML. I never stop praying to God. Because when nobody else is there with me when i needed the most, God will be there always like 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really sound so emotional, i am. But who cares? Nobody's reading it anyway. Krik krikkk. I was supposed to read my book, More Mischief. Its been months, weeks i didn't read it. Okay no. Actually i did, but it was last last last months, february or march i can't really recall it when . My mind is like an old grandma already! LOL, NEH ;p So school is starting soon. 2 August. I am pretty much likely nervous. Not excited about it. Mixing around with bunch of white people teenagers, which i think they look really naughty. Sorry, to judge, but that was whut my point of view. Ugh, i should tell myself this "Don't judge the book by its cover." My best quote! hehe. Hmm, alright. I think i'm done now. Its time to update my tumblr! Kay. Byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6752185034652353149?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6752185034652353149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish-things-would-go-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6752185034652353149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6752185034652353149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish-things-would-go-easy.html' title='I wish things would go easy...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gw6-lJ2WTX8/Tha5H2Wk63I/AAAAAAAADOc/10skBSEokIs/s72-c/227266_10150186630789840_736424839_6750521_1378147_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5216002958093634281</id><published>2011-07-05T00:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:08:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every 5th marks our anniversary. 2 Years 6 months♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s128.photobucket.com/albums/p170/wings94/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo5472-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p170/wings94/Photo5472-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2 years 6 months anniversary luv♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these years with you make me feel happiness. We've been through thick and thin, hardship and almost everything that makes us cry,smile,laugh,angry, and everything that couples has gone through together in life. When you came into my life, the first thing that was on my mind, i knew your the one. I know your not just a guy but a gentlemen who cares and loves me like no one elses can. Am really proud to have you and to be called you my boyfriend. Trust me, being with you was the only time, i've ever been happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, its not easy, cause we both so distance now. I couldn't see you so often like we used to. It kills me. I tear apart seeing our/your pictures all the time. I smile remembering the times we spend our times together. So far away, and now i just need you here. I loved you. And i care for your happiness more than mine. No matter how painful the choices i face might be. Your special to me and i don't wanna lose it. Without you, my life is incomplete. Though we both may be going through this downhill stage in our relationship, but i always remind myself to fight. It’s the effort that counts. I know this relationship of ours are worth too much and its hard to throw away after we build this far. Instead i want to make it last. I couldn't focus on the things i'm doing thats when i realised my mind is thinking of you all the time. At times, i dreamed of you. I can't help it but to missed you. I'm having a hard time luv, very hard time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know sayang, just that one day everything will be normal back again. I promised you it will happen. Miracles happen all the time, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but maybe that one fine day. Susah sekarang, senang kemudian. Insyallah.  Always know baby is always there with you. By your side. My pillow is there for you to hug all the time. c';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU MUNCHKIN &amp;amp; I MISSED YOU ALL THE TIME. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your baby♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5216002958093634281?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5216002958093634281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-5th-marks-our-anniversary-2-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5216002958093634281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5216002958093634281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-5th-marks-our-anniversary-2-years.html' title='Every 5th marks our anniversary. 2 Years 6 months♥'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5321837739323106327</id><published>2011-06-27T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:03:04.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za9_0oaNXqI/TghKXj7OQoI/AAAAAAAADOE/lmjXCNeKw9E/s1600/225487_10150187294454477_670614476_6738586_1587197_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za9_0oaNXqI/TghKXj7OQoI/AAAAAAAADOE/lmjXCNeKw9E/s320/225487_10150187294454477_670614476_6738586_1587197_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622825903413150338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooohuuu, dead blog dead blog! I miss blogging :c&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, lets start a fresh new. I did some edits to my blog and yeah it looks simple. S K Y H I G H G A L A X Y baby! Me likey very much. Right, time checked now is 5.21pm. Its going to be dark soon. Winter now, and yeah, very cold weather that can make me fall sick alot of times. I can't stand the cold. Not used to the weather yet :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i left singapore, for perth, my life is nothing important now. When people ask me how am i? Hows life there? I don't know whut to answer. Sometimes, i don't want to even answer those questions, but i'll be rude if i don't. Tsk. Bla bla bla...So, i'm bored. ALWAYS! Sad, pathetic, boring life. School starts august. Enrolled July. For the time being, sits at home like a pig. Thought of job hunting, but i myself couldn't even bother or careless about it because i've applied view jobs but i didn't even get one of 'em. I gave up instead. I'll just wait for my school to start and get myself busy for a moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starving! Kay byebye! Taking my dinner now c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr updated~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5321837739323106327?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5321837739323106327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-much-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5321837739323106327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5321837739323106327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-much-to-do.html' title='Nothing much to do...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za9_0oaNXqI/TghKXj7OQoI/AAAAAAAADOE/lmjXCNeKw9E/s72-c/225487_10150187294454477_670614476_6738586_1587197_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3403575263113713171</id><published>2011-05-24T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:27:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only i could rewind the best moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZQTadv5E4w/TdvJS_UG5II/AAAAAAAADN4/AshSEvNjly8/s1600/tumblr_lka6ohzCxG1qcb5cmo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZQTadv5E4w/TdvJS_UG5II/AAAAAAAADN4/AshSEvNjly8/s320/tumblr_lka6ohzCxG1qcb5cmo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610299088890684546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;My days &amp;amp; life never get better. hais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eventually, god knows how i feel all this while. All the pain, the crying, the lonly nights, the thinking &amp;amp; wondering, EVERYTHING! Sometimes, i sat by myself, and asked, why do i even born in this world? Life has so much pain that we have to carry on and move on. Can it be back to normal? I wish it could.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;If only i knew whut was the reasons &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;behind all these &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;that happen in my life ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tsk ;c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3403575263113713171?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3403575263113713171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-only-i-could-rewind-best-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3403575263113713171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3403575263113713171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-only-i-could-rewind-best-moments.html' title='If only i could rewind the best moments...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZQTadv5E4w/TdvJS_UG5II/AAAAAAAADN4/AshSEvNjly8/s72-c/tumblr_lka6ohzCxG1qcb5cmo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6887250643478001789</id><published>2011-05-11T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T15:07:10.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day, upcoming plans.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. Its been so long i never updated my blog :c  I've been enjoying too much lately. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i'm currently in singapore. Yes. 2 weeks here, i must spend it wisely. Oh yeah. I am really happy, obviously. I miss my homeland, singapore so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days i had fun. I arrived here in singapore at 3+am on the Saturday. And on the same day, in the afternoon, cousins, nieces &amp;amp; nephews came over to my crib for the party. We're celebrating bro's 21st advance birthday. Since he is going back to brunei for his NS. His birthday cake is so nice! Its an IPHONE. cool~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me i had the best moment for the first day of my arrival in singapore. And then , the next day i went to woodlands. To Nazri's crib. His house so beautiful, i like. But literally, some of it i don't like. We didn't get to spend so much time there. Its not enough for me. Nevermind. The next day, i went out. With Munchkin♥ . We went to catch a movie at Yishun. We watched Fast Furious 5 . It was okay, overall. Some parts were funny too. Went home around 7+pm. Had so much fun! hehe, love you ! And he bought for me G-shock watch purple ! Thankiue, i love it so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, i went out again. Phew. Meet ika. Went to her crib, then off to Town. I wanted to see the night scenery, the lights , so we went to Marina Square rooftop. I had so much fun with Ika. We took pictures and videos. Uploaded last night at facebook. I went home pretty late yesterday around 10.10pm. Mom didn't scolded me going home late, because she knows i want to enjoy much here before i went back to perth on 21th May ;'c So fast ! As for today no plans. Stayed home, and rest. Feeling sleepy, lazy too. Oh and its going to rain ! Syoik! Tomorrow, bro is going back to brunei. Hafta be there at airport around 7+am. I'm not sure whether i can wake up or not. And i have plans tomorrow. Meeting my bunch of friends, slacking at Sun Plaza park? I'm not sure i'm going or not. Because mom is going to yishun to cik lela's crib. She ask me whether i can tag along too, but i told her i'm going with my friends, so maybe after meeting my friends, i'm headed to yishun. Shall see how things goes tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the following day which is friday, meeting bestfriend ,i think. Going shopping i guess? And then Saturday, resting day. Sunday going out again with the usuals. So yeahh. Alot of upcoming plans before i went back to perth. Sad life luh :c tsk. So today, I'M VERY LAZY, I JUST WANT TO STAY IN BED . *yawns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6887250643478001789?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6887250643478001789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/05/lazy-day-upcoming-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6887250643478001789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6887250643478001789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/05/lazy-day-upcoming-plans.html' title='Lazy Day, upcoming plans.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-852782199411099545</id><published>2011-05-03T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T03:02:39.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In whut i believed, in you♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79v-d5a1JRI/Tb72rG4yTNI/AAAAAAAADNw/lb44nK2AAzg/s1600/tumblr_ljpomeKCKD1qdnggdo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79v-d5a1JRI/Tb72rG4yTNI/AAAAAAAADNw/lb44nK2AAzg/s320/tumblr_ljpomeKCKD1qdnggdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602186206939073746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships last long not because they’re destined to last long. Relationships last long because two brave people made a choice to keep it, fight for it, and to work for it. Meanwhile, other relationships fail not to because they’re destined to fail. They fail because one of the two, or both, made the choice to set each other free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything has been changing lately, but my feelings for you remains. Its hard for both of us being like this, but i know this is worth fighting for. I didn't like the way things going here, right now. I myself is suffering and hurt. And i know, your hurt too. This point of time, i don't know whut else to do except crying my lungs out when its time for beddie-bed time. Sometimes, i give up on you. I felt like this relationship between us can't continue for long. You might leave me one day and find another girl, replacing my place and she's way better than me. So then i realize, this is my doubts towards you. I couldn't take control of my mind at times. For godsake! why do i have an awful mind like this right? You might wondering off. Its been so long being like this, and its killing me . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make your choices. You make up your mind. You wanted to stay in my life till the very end. And i'm blessed to have you. Afterall, we wanted to make our dreams together come true right? Lets make it happen okay, love. I told myself, if this distance doesn't ruin our relationship, we're meant to be together forever faithfully. And i know we do meant to each other. No matter how far or near, i keep you close towards me all the time. Loving you is always part of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ps : Sayang, i will see you soon. 3 more days and i'm home. I can't wait to meet you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-852782199411099545?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/852782199411099545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-whut-i-believed-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/852782199411099545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/852782199411099545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-whut-i-believed-in-you.html' title='In whut i believed, in you♥'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79v-d5a1JRI/Tb72rG4yTNI/AAAAAAAADNw/lb44nK2AAzg/s72-c/tumblr_ljpomeKCKD1qdnggdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5511386050196701926</id><published>2011-04-28T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T01:07:25.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 1.02 am. I'm still not asleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2b4ioZwbx8/TbhLKu6KQCI/AAAAAAAADNg/NDqiWCbsyxA/s1600/tumblr_ljzm33KXSB1qhrkqxo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2b4ioZwbx8/TbhLKu6KQCI/AAAAAAAADNg/NDqiWCbsyxA/s320/tumblr_ljzm33KXSB1qhrkqxo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600308784397959202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Its late nights like this that are the worst. You stay up all night, and can't get yourself to fall asleep, so all you do is think. Think about EVERYTHING. Everything that you have been through in your life. And as always, it's mostly the bad things that stand out the most. You reminisce the good times you've had with people you love and treasure so much. You think about how much happier you used to be and how everything was better before. Its nights like this when you realize just how lonely you are, and how you wish that things would be alright for once."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AGAIN, i can't stop all this. Sad &amp;amp; pathetic life. God knows better. Too emotional. Too painful to actually smile );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5511386050196701926?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5511386050196701926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-102-am-im-still-not-asleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5511386050196701926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5511386050196701926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-102-am-im-still-not-asleep.html' title='Its 1.02 am. I&apos;m still not asleep...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2b4ioZwbx8/TbhLKu6KQCI/AAAAAAAADNg/NDqiWCbsyxA/s72-c/tumblr_ljzm33KXSB1qhrkqxo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2463674302786868917</id><published>2011-04-23T02:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T04:02:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTKuBUmbHeY/TbHZnaHdHnI/AAAAAAAADNY/ZMHcyhQwcjc/s1600/tumblr_le8kjv30CJ1qcao59o1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTKuBUmbHeY/TbHZnaHdHnI/AAAAAAAADNY/ZMHcyhQwcjc/s320/tumblr_le8kjv30CJ1qcao59o1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598495082846953074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The memories is haunting me all the time, before i went to bed. I MISS YOU LOVE, TERRIBLY )'; Its not like our relationship together is over. But, the moment we spend our precious time together, that i always remember. You know, i was lucky. I'm lucky to have you. Everyone has its choice to stay or let go. But you choose to stay with me forever. I know, its not easy to stay in someone's life. Sometimes doubts strike and you kept thinking and wondering......... Thats where i know, how much you loved me and stayed with me, even it takes your lifetime to wait for me to come back home......(';&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting here at my bed with the lights turned off , with my laptop right in front of me, typing the thoughts and feelings i had. I've been alone all this while; back there in singapore i have my boyfriend, family &amp;amp; relative members, friends , my home, the places i love to go to, the foods and everything. I could flash back everything. It was the best. And now i missed it so much . All i know, in life, we only had one chance to live. To experience everything. To learn new things. To have a wonderful times with the one you love. Afterall, i thought going away and lived in another country feels great. Instead, i was wrong. I didn't know i could be like this. I wasn't happy all the time, even if i was, its just for a second. I can't live without the people whom i closed to and loved. They really means so much to me. They've changed my life. I grow up in singapore and hard for me to move on my life here in perth. Wasn't the same and never feel home at all. Its hard, yet i'm trying. The more i try, the more am losing my mind. I'm not strong mentally, but physically i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall remind myself. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This is Allah's beautiful world. I doesn't want to let him down as i've make myself so down everytime. Every tear that drops, i'm hurt deeply... :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2463674302786868917?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2463674302786868917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2463674302786868917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2463674302786868917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-better.html' title='Never better...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTKuBUmbHeY/TbHZnaHdHnI/AAAAAAAADNY/ZMHcyhQwcjc/s72-c/tumblr_le8kjv30CJ1qcao59o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6627294977988872113</id><published>2011-04-20T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:52:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is never better );</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7sOzAobzuKA/Ta6H1KRrtzI/AAAAAAAADNA/boB3iR1fRPA/s1600/Picture1145.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7sOzAobzuKA/Ta6H1KRrtzI/AAAAAAAADNA/boB3iR1fRPA/s320/Picture1145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597560734229444402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good afternoon. &lt;div&gt;I'm bored. BOREEEEEEEEED TTM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had my shower yet. hehe, I woke up at 12++pm. Great isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept late yesterday just to edit my blogskins. Now it looks soooo purple-ish!♥  Oh i also put some new songs on ma hyspter. RNB much love ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, i have been getting alot of stomach cramps. Since the day i eat alot. Okay i had really bad stomache that i have to go to the toilet so badly. But i was fine afterwards. After a few couple of hours, i had a really bad bad stomach pain. That i can't barely hold on the pain. ); It hurts me so bad until now. Took some medicine, not fully cured yet. Boohoo . I feel so sick. &amp;amp; FML, PMS is giving me hard time. _|_ Anyways, today mummy cooked Macaroni. Mmmm, yummy! Shoo nice please. And later gonna help mummy to do epok-epoks. weee!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps : i miss home, my friends, my cat &amp;amp; my boyfriend god damn alot okay ! )'; Comin home soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay byebye. Wanna shower now :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6627294977988872113?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6627294977988872113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6627294977988872113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6627294977988872113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-afternoon.html' title='My life is never better );'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7sOzAobzuKA/Ta6H1KRrtzI/AAAAAAAADNA/boB3iR1fRPA/s72-c/Picture1145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2763920028250665344</id><published>2011-04-17T01:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T03:06:27.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeY-imyLb1s/TanOwLNCN4I/AAAAAAAADM4/vvGDdwfrwfE/s1600/tumblr_lig6onYC291qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeY-imyLb1s/TanOwLNCN4I/AAAAAAAADM4/vvGDdwfrwfE/s320/tumblr_lig6onYC291qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596231339021055874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moon appeared and shining through my window.&lt;div&gt;I came to look at it. It was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i look at the moon, i feel that you're watching me. And i knew you would always be there. Even if you don't, i know you would like to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moon is where i look on to. Where i do my wishing well. Hoping miracles happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And boy, you're in it. I feel heavenly to be with you.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the moon, Allah is there with me all the time. Never fail to left me all alone. He was there to see me, listen and knowing whut i wanted, giving me alot of strength and patience to stand on my own through my hard life i am having right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was the guidance to my life path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe, through every difficulty, Allah promises, there will be found relief upon its conclusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i do believe, he is testing to see how strong we are to face his challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang islam kata, "Sabar adalah separoh daripada Iman".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the help of Allah, insyallah, one fine day , my happiness is there waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far yet so near. But i am not alone.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do this eventhough i don't think i can , i'll try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say a little prayer and did the 5 times a day worship, it will helps me in my life, through the good and bad times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2763920028250665344?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2763920028250665344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/ordinary-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2763920028250665344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2763920028250665344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/ordinary-life.html' title='Ordinary Life?'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeY-imyLb1s/TanOwLNCN4I/AAAAAAAADM4/vvGDdwfrwfE/s72-c/tumblr_lig6onYC291qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-282260505494385545</id><published>2011-04-12T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T01:58:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the little things, i missed so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll4r9QCLnvs/TaM2widbR-I/AAAAAAAADMw/C7E8By70TsY/s1600/tumblr_libbk0PFc11qc44f0o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll4r9QCLnvs/TaM2widbR-I/AAAAAAAADMw/C7E8By70TsY/s320/tumblr_libbk0PFc11qc44f0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594375369636136930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly, i got this feeling. The feeling that you are sooooo far away from the one you loved so much that you can't even think that, you can survive without them by your side. And sometimes you can't even explains why your heart is so down and mad over with, then you burst out into tears. The time and the world is changing. I believe people change too, but memories don't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i just want everything to be back like the way it used to be. I used to be happy with where i am, the place i am staying at , the people who is there with me and the people who love me for my imperfection. And now, i'm not happy like i always do. There is always a frown on my face that will bring me to tears. I miss everything, my past. Whenever i looked back, i could see that i was having so much fun . Which includes the bad times i had too. I can feel my happiness. Big things, small things everything mean so much to me. I keep every single memories i had. Promises too. And right now, i have no idea whut will happen next?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really hope miracles happen. Because i can't stand myself being like this all time. I hide my true feelings. Nobody knows how many times I've faked a smile, how many times i've cried, how many times i've been hurt. Nobody knows how many times i've had to hold back my tears, how many times i've been let down, how many times i've been walked out on. Nobody knows how many times i've felt like falling apart but i keep it together for those around me, how many times i scream. Nobody knows how many times i've forgotten how it feels to be happy, or how long i've been waiting for things to get better. Sometimes i wonder who knows the difference between how I pretend I feel and how I truly feel. )';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-282260505494385545?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/282260505494385545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-little-things-i-missed-so-much_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/282260505494385545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/282260505494385545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-little-things-i-missed-so-much_12.html' title='All the little things, i missed so much.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll4r9QCLnvs/TaM2widbR-I/AAAAAAAADMw/C7E8By70TsY/s72-c/tumblr_libbk0PFc11qc44f0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5868508562118082343</id><published>2011-04-05T00:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T02:00:38.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad[A]cap ♥ 050109</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6UFC-bjU8w/TZn0MWIt7NI/AAAAAAAADMI/_8sEKOq87tQ/s1600/cats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-d6UFC-bjU8w/TZn0MWIt7NI/AAAAAAAADMI/_8sEKOq87tQ/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591768905294933202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;5th of April 2011. The number 5th is special where it brings you and me together. The day where i called it Our Anniversary Day. The day i will never forget. The day i will treasure it the most. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You stole my heart and you keep it. The key that can only be open is you. Everything is about you. Yes, YOU YOU YOU. We both know that we're not perfect. But our love will. Now its our 2 years 3 months together. Whut can i say? I'm surprised. As i remembered we make our promises to each other, that we wanna make our relationship last, and we've prove it. I'm not the only one who is fighting, but we are. I just want you to know that, i never had this feeling of being love . Deeply in love should i say. For the first time we meet way back then, i never knew that we could really go this far. Not only you show me the love but the way you care and concern for me. The way you react when you're jealous to see me with other guys, the way you flirt with me and the way you handle me . You treated me as your girlfriend and i'm very proud to be . Even i'm proud too that you're my boyfriend. I gave you surprises such like, i bought you things that you never expected. I don't want to show that i can only love you, but also to show that, buying you things that i admired to see you, put on you. Wasting money on you, i don't mind. But i don't want to waste the opportunity to not love you.&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;As i am now, far from you, away from you. I couldn't help it but to miss you. And you on the other hand, didn't went onlin-ing for quite a long time, didn't send me any text messages or asked me to call, no nothing. While i am here again, waiting for you all the time. Everyday, before i went to bed, i'll text you. Early nor late. I never fail not to text you. I wanted to call, but i am afraid i might disturb you. Didn't you missed me? Afterall, i was there for you all the time, but how about you? Did you make an effort ? I've realized that you seems to ignored me. I don't know, whut were you thinking lately. Y'know whut i feel? I feel guilty. I feel that i did something wrong and i didn't apologize to you and you were really pissed off by my behaviour. Now, i'm making clear to you if i were, did, I AM TERRIBLY SORRY IF I EVER HURT YOUR FEELINGS OR MAKE YOU ANGRY OR EVEN MAKE YOU PISSED OF BY ME. I want you to be you but not to be somebody else i don't know. I know all you want to do is to enjoy with your friends since i'm gone. But hey, i'm still here. Not officially gone forever that you couldn't find me anymore. Who am i to you luv? I miss how we be together. I really do. I cried everyday, because i feel that your not loving me anymore. I don't feel the love. I need you so much . I'm just telling you this, because i can't stand it. I'm jealous of girls who is in love and their boyfriend is always be there for them. While i have one, but somehow changes and doesn't like really care for me no more. Distance doesn't ruin the relationship unless doubts do. If you've been having these doubts about me, then you never trusted me. I will never be in love with some other guys, because my hearts wants to stay with you all the time. It will never change. And no one can ever replace you.&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;You mean so much to me that i don't even know how to say it anymore. I'm hoping that you realized something. I don't mind you having so much fun with you friends, but do mind you are holding my heart, and you should spend time with me too eventhough i am far. I'm terribly missing you . When i say, i mean it.  And i'm just waiting &amp;amp; wanting to come back singapore, to spend more time with you again like the old times. I promised you. I love you with all my heart. Loving you every single day of ma life. I hope we could make this last forever till our dreams . God's willing. Insyallah. Amin. Still counting on...&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;This relationship will never end, i'm fighting for whut is right and your love is worth it for me. I love you till eternity sayang. Muwahhhhh&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xoxo - Your baby.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&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/6213029820302131431-5868508562118082343?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5868508562118082343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/dadacap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5868508562118082343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5868508562118082343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/dadacap.html' title='Dad[A]cap ♥ 050109'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6UFC-bjU8w/TZn0MWIt7NI/AAAAAAAADMI/_8sEKOq87tQ/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4341340096250834477</id><published>2011-03-31T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:32:26.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great, now i'm having flu );</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPUk_cL0jcg/TZQzLWZvU9I/AAAAAAAADMA/MDtsi_8aDl0/s1600/Picture1099.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPUk_cL0jcg/TZQzLWZvU9I/AAAAAAAADMA/MDtsi_8aDl0/s320/Picture1099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590149307558745042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The chills running down my back spin. Like an ice through my veins. Shiver in cold. Head is spinning like a marry-go-round. Eyes are so heavy. Lips are dry and bleeding. Appetite lost and only had a small bite. All i could feel my body is weak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm no longer to be fine, as i cried too much, sleepless &amp;amp; lonly nights, and being all alone inside my room all the time. I can't help it but to fall sick. Oh well, no one cares. Not even him. Yknow whut i don't know whut's wrong with him nowdays? Didn't reply my messages or sent me any, didn't online for quite a long time as i asked him to but none of it appear. He just keep himself quiet while i'm here trying to get through him. He doesn't know how much i missed him. He doesn't know how much i needed him the most. Just dissapear in the thin air. Without knowing that i am here to be always with him. How dissapointing can it be? Did i hoping too much? People say, hoping to much equals to dissapointments. But i never give up. No matter how hurt i am, i just don't want him to be feel left out without me . I don't know if your reading this, but i am desperately needed you all the time, to be there with me. I don't want to feel alone and sometimes i feel like i'm worth it towards you. I hope so i'm not. Yknow i love you so much, that i can be breathless without you.&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;Okay okay. I don't want to drag those feeling all the way in this post. Right. So, i am sick and i don't feel really good, i shall go off now. I feel like i'm going to faint any minute. ughhh, this is really killing me! Bye! )';&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/6213029820302131431-4341340096250834477?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4341340096250834477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-now-im-having-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4341340096250834477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4341340096250834477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-now-im-having-flu.html' title='Great, now i&apos;m having flu );'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NPUk_cL0jcg/TZQzLWZvU9I/AAAAAAAADMA/MDtsi_8aDl0/s72-c/Picture1099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2346408444764465501</id><published>2011-03-24T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:25:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep on trying and trying..yet, the feeling still stays the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNg2w8TTQ3I/TYosSSRhSqI/AAAAAAAADL4/B4jQ-3wuYFk/s1600/tumblr_lfeaitxPOQ1qcpj7wo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNg2w8TTQ3I/TYosSSRhSqI/AAAAAAAADL4/B4jQ-3wuYFk/s320/tumblr_lfeaitxPOQ1qcpj7wo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587326980361112226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know i should be sleeping by RIGHT NOW. I guess later then.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm upset on myself. I don't know why. Its really killing me now. Y'know, Everyday is a struggle. Everyday is a battle. It doesn't get easier with time. In fact, it gets harder. Harder than i thought it might be. I dissapoint on myself that i can't prove to anyone, that i can be a strong person. &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;I always tell people to stay strong, but yet i myself didn't. How sad can this be? I always hope i can stay strong, even i tried my very best. Still, nothing changes. Now i know, i am really weak. Always need someone to support me and be there for me. I feel totally loser now. &lt;i&gt;"How are you ?"&lt;/i&gt; I can't even answer that simple question whenever people asked me. &amp;amp; whenever i am sad, i cry in the night to make me fall asleep. I could feel the pain stab through my heart real hard, that i can't even stop crying till i'm exhausted. Whut is left, bad bugly eyebags and swollen. &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;Can't my life be so fun and awesome? That i could say it everyday, " &lt;i&gt;i love how my life is now and how beautiful it is to enjoy ". &lt;/i&gt;I got jealous when people are having fun with their life and they really love it. While i'm here, just watch them. I keep on wishing and says some prayers. But i know , it can't happen unless you try to make it happen. I believe in that. Maybe this is not the time yet. Just maybe my day will come sooner or later. Sometimes, i can't accept things to go this way. And i will start to make plans, promises and reminding myself. I know that god has prepared a path for everyone to follow. And we just have to read the omens he left for us. To also accept the path he has given.&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;Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from the past, and realizing people change. Now this is whut i call it life. No pain, no gain right? &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;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps : I just want to be happy again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2346408444764465501?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2346408444764465501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-keep-on-trying-and-tryingyet-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2346408444764465501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2346408444764465501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-keep-on-trying-and-tryingyet-feeling.html' title='I keep on trying and trying..yet, the feeling still stays the same.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNg2w8TTQ3I/TYosSSRhSqI/AAAAAAAADL4/B4jQ-3wuYFk/s72-c/tumblr_lfeaitxPOQ1qcpj7wo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-986812151908190013</id><published>2011-03-18T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:35:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you gotta do is to blog and talk whutever you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQNSX4weEAk/TYMItXBfNLI/AAAAAAAADLo/_ftNhIxbCrw/s1600/Picture0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQNSX4weEAk/TYMItXBfNLI/AAAAAAAADLo/_ftNhIxbCrw/s320/Picture0749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585317538236937394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently, am munching on my favourite snack. TWISTIES the big cheese! I'm so lovin' it. heek. So i miss blogging. Its been long since i last blog. So far, i've got nothing to talk about, my life is boring now. Don't want to know ya. HELL i tell jya. );&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just realised that its friday. woowoo. Whut i like about friday is because, its near to weekends. Is not that i am actually looking forward towards weekends but the time. Flying fast yaw. Oh well, still i'm stuck in this big world with strangers around me and far away from my place which i call my homeland. Bleargh. Sucks much . Anyway, last night, was a beautiful night ever. I could see the moon right outside my bedroom window. Shining through as i shift my "office kind of curtain" at the side. I feel warm and comfortable('; The moon will always remind me of you luv. hees.&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;So,i'm actually running out of words. Kay, i'm done. I will update again soon. I'm getting boring here talking randomly. sheesh -.-" bye!&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/6213029820302131431-986812151908190013?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/986812151908190013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/currently-am-munching-on-my-favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/986812151908190013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/986812151908190013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/currently-am-munching-on-my-favourite.html' title='All you gotta do is to blog and talk whutever you want.'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQNSX4weEAk/TYMItXBfNLI/AAAAAAAADLo/_ftNhIxbCrw/s72-c/Picture0749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1367894800349497951</id><published>2011-03-10T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:16:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXKpE-aVbCk/TXj0gv2GmqI/AAAAAAAADLg/jT2qBD1naPM/s1600/Picture0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXKpE-aVbCk/TXj0gv2GmqI/AAAAAAAADLg/jT2qBD1naPM/s320/Picture0811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582480581562112674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brain is doing its job everytime. Thinking and thinking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why can't it stops? I'm too scared. I'm too weak. I'm too over-thinking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When its time for me to go to bed, i am in bed but i ain't closing my eyes and goes off to where i truly believed my dreamland. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I myself don't understand why i have to go through this hard life . Now, i can see myself..the total change of unhappy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know, i'm not like this before. But whut is gotta change, it will change and remains. Until, i know where i belong to or things that i know its going to be happen like the way i plan, i might change to a person who is really me. I always remind to self that, i believe in myself, i believe in my dreams, i believe everything will happen as whut i plan my life would be. But sometimes, the negativity struck me and i got scared that it will never happen. Okay, i don't know whut is got into me lately. But i'm trying to figure it out. I cried in the middle of the night, like almost everyday! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know, its not good. I may be blind for that. I can't just hold my tears. It hurts deeply. Letting go of my tears i feel a bit better, it feels letting everything out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need my friends,relatives who are closed to me, and mostly i need munchkin♥. Terribly need them. They know how i feels, they know how hurt i am rather than my own parents &amp;amp; siblings. I'm just closed to them, eventhough my parents and my siblings were very closed to me since i was young, but they seems not to care. I miss them alot! Really lot. They really mean so much to me and i don't want to lose them. Currently, i feel so far . I feel so alone. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm too sad till i can't describe how i feel. I will make my dreams to happen and it will.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;;too much thinking right now)';&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/6213029820302131431-1367894800349497951?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1367894800349497951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1367894800349497951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1367894800349497951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXKpE-aVbCk/TXj0gv2GmqI/AAAAAAAADLg/jT2qBD1naPM/s72-c/Picture0811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8696128525154877081</id><published>2011-03-05T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T05:20:57.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6FD7GOTMW4/TXFDrAIkQDI/AAAAAAAADLA/1m5QjHrmoA0/s1600/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6FD7GOTMW4/TXFDrAIkQDI/AAAAAAAADLA/1m5QjHrmoA0/s320/DSC_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580315819338121266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time check now is 4am in the morning. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am still awake this hour. Just somethings have to be said today, right now. Its the 5th of March 2011. I know time flies pretty fast now, i think i can feel it. Anyway whut's the big deal, today's date is special for me, okay not only me but munchkin♥ too. Every 5th is our anniversary, and i really love that number. Also it was used to be my register number during my secondary school time. So its the 5th of March 2011, our 2 years 2 months anniversary together. There are things i need to say and its for you and also for us. &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;Firstly, i am very blessed to have you in my life. God has given me to you and i'm actually quite surprised that there are millions or should i say more girls out there but all of them wasn't your choice and you chooses me to be yours. I didn't expected that we could be together , this far. From the first time i met you which was way back then when i was sec 3,you were sec 4 and my family and i were at yishun at my dad's sister house, and i was riding the bike with my cousins and you were there too because you were friends of my cousins and i didn't knew that. I saw you noticing me all the time but i didn't make a big deal of it because i don't even care. When the point of time, my cousin haikal came up to me saying that you liked me, i thought he was joking, but he wasn't and then i got to shy and i can see that you're into me. That was like a miracle happen for me. Even my cousins and i discussed about you liking me or should i accept it or not, very dramatic that time. Then i got to go home, and i was hoping to see you again someday. The next day was up, or maybe a few days i asked haikal about you. Haikal gave me your number, and i started to contact you. But then, it was a shock that you told me that you are attached. But still we keep on touch. We both are strangers, after we contact like almost everyday we became friends. I didn't really want to bother you since you're attached, but i don't know, suddenly we become more closer and closer. You tell me about your problem with your girl and stuff as i can recall some. And then i got attached to one of my classmate and ended up having big problem with him and broke up. I was so down and i turn to you and tell you about my problems. You were there for me as a friend. Times goes by, we got even more closer then just friends. Soon later, we meet up.&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;As the times we plan to meet up, i was very shy and i'm hardly to talk. You keep on talking and questioning me about my life and my family members. Then just one fine day you ask me right to my face to be your girlfriend. I am so shy i just said yes. I don't even think, well i did but i didn't think that maybe i need to have 2 or 3 days to give you the answer. But i'm so liking you too. It was unbelievable and you're so gentleman to ask me straight away. Everyday we texts each other, plan of meeting up together. Everything together. There's one time, i think that i'm not gonna make it through my relationship with you. That negative thinking just came right up into my mind. And we both make promises to each other and everything. And none of us break our promises till now. &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;Now, our relationship got even more better. I could see we are connected together strongly. And i fell in love with you more. We hang out together, laugh, jokes, playing games and all sort of things that we did. It was the best! How can i ever forget everything with you. And we both know that we still remember the past times. Sweet isn't it love? I never wanted to leave you for someone else or hate you for doing the things i didnt like. You are who you are and i love you for that. You showed me alot of things that i didn't know about love and happiness. I also like to apologise to you if i had do anything wrong or hurt your feelings that make you sad or angry, i'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. We always understands each other and solve our problems. You are part of my life and i want you to know that you are special and perfect for me. You're just the guy i've been looking for. Your caring, concern, lovable and all your personalities adores me alot. Currently i'm far from you, but my heart my soul is always beside you wherever you go. I've decide to spend my whole life with you in the future, with god willings, insyallah. I always love you no matter whut happens and i missed you alot! I'll come back soon and i'm gonna spend my time with you just like we did before. &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;Baby loves you Ahmad Asyraf Bin Andi! You will always be in my heart. &amp;amp; You will always be my munchkin♥, hehe. Muwahhhh! Xoxo.&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/6213029820302131431-8696128525154877081?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8696128525154877081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-check-now-is-4am-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8696128525154877081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8696128525154877081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-check-now-is-4am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6FD7GOTMW4/TXFDrAIkQDI/AAAAAAAADLA/1m5QjHrmoA0/s72-c/DSC_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-526120597518661492</id><published>2011-03-01T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:30:27.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgrhdcNWHrE/TWyxXM3Rj3I/AAAAAAAADKw/Z9r5HZR9j-w/s1600/Photo5068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgrhdcNWHrE/TWyxXM3Rj3I/AAAAAAAADKw/Z9r5HZR9j-w/s320/Photo5068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579029050553372530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you bestfriend! I really do. I miss going out with you, taking pictures, laugh, jokes around, gossip about hot guys we sees at town ( &lt;i&gt;well, we're not the type of bitchy girls aye, just for fun helping her finding a future boyfriend, as i know i got my boyfriend and i love him. hee&lt;/i&gt;), eating with you, slack with you and everything i did with you. Oh, that is so us. You always listen to my problems and tried to cheer me up no matter whut. There at times when we quarrel over things and one of us will be like apologising and then we will be happy again. Even we cried together. You are like my sister, you are like my blood. I always count on you, trust you and love to be around with you. If there's no you, i don't know how it feels like but i am pretty sure it will be different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've said to me before, " kawan sejatih tak kan lepas dier ". That is sweet and i am really touch. And you even go to werk like how many times to save your salary money and plan to come here with fatin. How can i find a friend like you and the rest? I still remembered when we first became friends. You're so quiet like me. Now we are bestfriends and i'll never stop contacting you. You told me you like this guy and when he gets to know, he didnt like you but only cared for you and i felt sad and i cry to see you unhappy. I want to see you happy. I am far away from you and you never know how hurts to see YOU unhappy. I know sometimes you cry at home or at werk because you reminded of me, and you told me how much you missed me. You know whut, i cried everyday, every night. All now is i have to wait a few more months, then i came back sg to meet everyone who i love so much and miss . Always know i love you &amp;amp; miss you bestfriend. Never ever forget that babe (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps : I miss boyfriend like alot too)'; Miss you bacin!!!! xoxo;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-526120597518661492?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/526120597518661492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you-bestfriend-i-really-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/526120597518661492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/526120597518661492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you-bestfriend-i-really-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgrhdcNWHrE/TWyxXM3Rj3I/AAAAAAAADKw/Z9r5HZR9j-w/s72-c/Photo5068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-7463561216770068823</id><published>2011-02-20T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:43:11.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FQYB2eT_hQ/TWCcDJK-CJI/AAAAAAAADKY/Tlf69WaAlU4/s1600/tumblr_l9lhu4Ys6Z1qbbqgko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FQYB2eT_hQ/TWCcDJK-CJI/AAAAAAAADKY/Tlf69WaAlU4/s320/tumblr_l9lhu4Ys6Z1qbbqgko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575627916500142226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is different without you here. I missed you&lt;b&gt; ALOT&lt;/b&gt;. When i say, i mean it. I am far from you but my heart is always near to you, always be there by your side.  I get too scared of losing you or to see you with somebody else. But then, i remembered our promises all the time, and what you've said to me that night when i am with you. I don't want to give up. Never. I always be your girl, and loving you like always i did. I'm not sure if you miss me alot, like i do? But i hope you're doing fine, because i'm not doing okay here)'; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough i keep on sending you text messages and you didn't reply me, i get sad and hoping that you will replied me back but you didn't. Its okay. I just want to let you know, that i am still here with you. Not leaving you behind all alone. Whenever you asked me to call you, i get so excited and happy. Because thats when i feel very very closed to you. Listen to your voice at night, i can sleep peacefully without having me to cry myself to sleep. Now, i'm hoping that i could see your face via msn. Also hoping for the time to fly as fast it can, i can't wait to go back singapore on oct! Hope to see you soon my love♥. Baby always love you munchkin♥. mwaaaaaaaah. Arghhh, i just love you in any way luhr. boohoo, rindu you sayang many many tau)'; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, i need to have shower after that go and eat. Parents force me to eat. HELLO, i am on the diet actually here!! grrrrr . -.-"&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/6213029820302131431-7463561216770068823?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7463561216770068823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-is-different-without-you-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7463561216770068823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7463561216770068823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-is-different-without-you-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FQYB2eT_hQ/TWCcDJK-CJI/AAAAAAAADKY/Tlf69WaAlU4/s72-c/tumblr_l9lhu4Ys6Z1qbbqgko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6607400131377080298</id><published>2011-01-31T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:33:02.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TUaQcBjDyFI/AAAAAAAADKM/YG-zhbCqDNQ/s1600/165380_10150089848444477_670614476_5953073_58649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TUaQcBjDyFI/AAAAAAAADKM/YG-zhbCqDNQ/s320/165380_10150089848444477_670614476_5953073_58649_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568296800416417874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday , AWESOME. Spending my time with them, so syoik. We headed to Simpang Bedok. Eat at Spize Restaurant. 3 Nasi goreng pattaya, 1 hor fun pataya, 2 ice teh o limau , 1 ice teh o, 1 ice milocino. All together we spent 34.60 bucks. Quite expensive but we shared money together. Afterwards we went to Tampines. Window shopping around. Pictures taken here and there. Then we headed to eat Frolick. Delicious yogurt. Yums yums. Took 27 back to cp. Went to meet up Phy at her werk place. Chit chats. Reach home around 9+pm. Raining non-stop, very very cold too. Brrrr. I walk in the rain, damn..But it feels good yknow. hehehe. Rightttt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today rain again. The whole day siaaaa. Gosh. I'm in a cold right now); The weather is so nice to make me fall asleep easily. But i just don't really like the weather. I want Mr Sun. I miss you sunny sunshine! *Yawnssss* Kay, short post. Sorry. Not really in the mood of blogging nowdays.zzzz -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6607400131377080298?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6607400131377080298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/yesterday-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6607400131377080298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6607400131377080298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/yesterday-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TUaQcBjDyFI/AAAAAAAADKM/YG-zhbCqDNQ/s72-c/165380_10150089848444477_670614476_5953073_58649_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-7912867329217788848</id><published>2011-01-27T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T02:34:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TUBcor3dMHI/AAAAAAAADJ8/DKlqcsKoQSY/s1600/tumblr_lfmzk1bPkI1qgsvuyo1_500.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TUBcor3dMHI/AAAAAAAADJ8/DKlqcsKoQSY/s320/tumblr_lfmzk1bPkI1qgsvuyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566550993469780082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great! Totally agree . " &lt;i&gt;it gets harder every day&lt;/i&gt;. " Why oh why? Life, whut do you expect ? Maybe i know whut is wrong? Time is flying so fast and 1 more week left , my flight to perth. Sungguh tidak best)'; Each an every night i cried. I am so stressful to have a life like this. But god is always there for me and i know that he is listening to every words i said inside my heart. I am pretty sure he knows whut i want and whut i expected my life would be. That one particularly day, my dreams my everything will come eventually. I know, and i somehow got the confidence of that. Amin. I don't know whut to say right now. Because i can't think properly, due to my sadness. FEELINGS can't be explain to. But a broken heart will come soon or later. Leaving your dearest boyfriend and friends , relatives, cousins, nieces &amp;amp; nephews isn't easy. But i promise to myself and to them, that i will come back for them. I promise to god too. I hope things will work out as i already planned by myself. Insyallah. With god help, i'm sure. I am not a strong person, weak as ever. All this happens, because dad chooses this path. And i have to follow their way. Isn't fair to me. But i'll find a time whereby its time for me and them to follow my way. I've been thinking alot, all this while. Why do they do this to me just to make my life easier and wants my future to be better but none of it actually suites me? I know myself very well, and know whut its best for me for my future. Studying anywhere is all the same, only that their teaching and educate is higher. Now, singapore changed alot. Even MOE changes everything to be become better and new. I still don't understand why can't i just live here and study here. I feel much secure rather than perth? I've been very sensitive when it comes to studying. I am the one who is continue my studies and why should they choose for me, this path, this way? For the best? I don't think so, but to make my life even more worser. I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WITH MY PARENTS. I wish that i could just speak out and tell them everything about how i feel and whut i want my future life to be. More easier for me to actually work on it and achieve. Miracles happen, i'm waiting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, i really am sad. Too sad, i cried. I can't help it but this is really me. My brain keep on working 24/7 without a stop. I get so stress up and eyebags are really heavy. Having big problems sleeping on time too. This will be a habit when i think too much on myself, future and munchkin♥. Haish )'; God guide me please. All i want is happiness and the best for my future. Not to forget a happily couples, munchkin♥ and i together forever. Every thing i say or wrote will be a prayer. Insyallah, amin ya rabilalamin...)'; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-7912867329217788848?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7912867329217788848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-totally-agree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7912867329217788848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7912867329217788848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-totally-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TUBcor3dMHI/AAAAAAAADJ8/DKlqcsKoQSY/s72-c/tumblr_lfmzk1bPkI1qgsvuyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8595941758431584927</id><published>2011-01-24T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:41:34.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TT2Bp7in0QI/AAAAAAAADJ0/x5G9aaAfuFE/s1600/22012011308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TT2Bp7in0QI/AAAAAAAADJ0/x5G9aaAfuFE/s320/22012011308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565747271857328386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look through the pictures and i find this pic very the cute, eventhough the quality is some sort of bad. I want to kiss this guy right now can! :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww, geez. I miss him already. Gosh me. Sad girl now. Right. Okay so, i miss blogging like alot. Sorry for leaving this blog unattended. Its dead already. Tagboard too. Haiya. So dusty . For the last few days i spend alot of time with that boy up there. Munchkin♥. 3 days straight we've been going out together. 20, 21 &amp;amp; 22. Everything was so perfect. I love it. On the 2oth of jan, had a date with him, just the two of us. 21th of jan, meet up with Ika. Since i plan to slack with her with our VANS shoes on. I bring along bestfriend too. We headed to tampines. Had our lunch there. And Ika and Munchkin♥ text each other, without me knowing. Then, HE suddenly appeared beside me and i was shock. TERRIBLY SHOCK OKAY! Very naughty, yknow! But it was cute. Then came Nana and her friend Ad. Slack at the nearest park. It was fun, sweet and relaxing. I'm lazy to elaborate whut we did, but i'm sure i can't forget every single thing we did. Aww-ness! Then on the 22th of jan, another awesome day with him. A very perfect date. We both headed to Marina. Went to the Marina Bay Sands shopping mall. Then to Marina Square. We slack at the staircase whereby we can see the beautiful scenery and the winds blowing our hairs. It was very romantic and nice. I really love it. We talk and laugh at the same time we keep quiet to just enjoy the breeze and looking at the scenery. We slack till night. Took pictures. It was very very beautiful i can't deny it. Our dreams really came true. Another aww-ness. After that we headed to MacD. He was very hungry, so we went to eat. He is soo adorable. Arghhh! Then slack again . The city lights really caught my eyes. Romantic as ever. Afterwards, headed back home. Reach home around 9+pm. Best date ever. I want to spend more time with him again!!! Boohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and today is so boring. I want to cry please. I can't stand sitting at home. I want to go out, really! Tsk. But i haven't pack my bags. Fuck, i'm lazy plus no mood to. Haiyaaa..Now, no mood already luhr. haish. Bye);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8595941758431584927?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8595941758431584927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-look-through-pictures-and-i-find-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8595941758431584927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8595941758431584927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-look-through-pictures-and-i-find-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TT2Bp7in0QI/AAAAAAAADJ0/x5G9aaAfuFE/s72-c/22012011308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6023845661331981331</id><published>2011-01-21T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:14:25.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTh-IYnYf5I/AAAAAAAADJs/P1T9s9O-o2k/s1600/tumblr_lefhh04ePf1qd8pl1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTh-IYnYf5I/AAAAAAAADJs/P1T9s9O-o2k/s320/tumblr_lefhh04ePf1qd8pl1o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564336022127935378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good morning . Its 2.26am CURRENTLY. I can't sleep. Insomnia okay.&lt;div&gt;Mom knew that i can't sleep early, so she let me used the internet. Poor me, who having trouble sleeping on time. I've got to stop this habit like so soon. This is seriously not even myself. I usually sleeps on the right time, but now? The time of my usual sleeps changed to 3AM in the morning . Insane okay. At first, i didn't really cared about what time i'm sleeping at, i never even bother. As days goes by, i started to realised that i got some trouble of closing my eyes and can't get myself comfortable on my bed. It freaks me out at first. I get to comfortable of myself and letting it to be like this everyday. Not good right? I know. &amp;amp; I don't feel so good at times . Oh ho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now i got nothing to do but to surf the net. Oh i almost forgot that i had a great date with munchkin♥ today. I'm like in my own world with him, just the two of us spending our precious time together. We met up in the afternoon at around 1+pm. Happy to see him. We didn't plan of going anywhere, so it was just a plain one. He decided to go Dhoby Ghaut, Plaza Singapura. I'm okay with it. Train to Dhoby Ghaut. Reached PS. Walk around the mall. We're just looking around, window shopping. We stop by at Swensens and had our meal there. We shared our meals, i can remember whut it was, but whut i know is chicken with french fries. After that we had our dessert. Mmmhmm, yummy alright. But i was bloated halfway. So i can't finish my dessert. But he did. He looks so cute when he eat his dessert with full of tasty and delicious expression on his face. I should have taken a video of him eating, but my bag was with him. Damn! Hehe. After that, he paid the bills, i feel like we were husband and wife. Cheyy! LOL. We walk out from the mall, wanted to go for a park instead we walk all the way down to somerset and took train to Bugis. Hahaha, i felt funny i thought we were going to the park but ended up we gone to somewhere else. Window shopping again. Then its time to go home. He have to attend something important, family stuff. So we take train together. I drop down at Outram Park while he continue his journey to Jurong . Before i go, we give each other kisses. Then we went seperated ways, it was sad that he didn't accompany me back home but i understand. I'm all alone, crowded with lots of people. I swear to god, i feel so small. Geeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reach home at around 6+pm. Texted luv and called him for awhile. I feel perfection enough. Aww. It was the best eventhough we didn't really plan where to go. And i will be meeting him again on this saturday! Excited again. hee hee. Tomorrow, VANS DAY with Ika. Will be a great one(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6023845661331981331?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6023845661331981331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6023845661331981331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6023845661331981331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTh-IYnYf5I/AAAAAAAADJs/P1T9s9O-o2k/s72-c/tumblr_lefhh04ePf1qd8pl1o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-229836478480801459</id><published>2011-01-19T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:33:41.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTb68uFlFgI/AAAAAAAADJc/075ytgx3BKA/s1600/tumblr_l2le5nqF7X1qaghneo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTb68uFlFgI/AAAAAAAADJc/075ytgx3BKA/s320/tumblr_l2le5nqF7X1qaghneo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563910310733354498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excited right now. WEEEEE~ Don't be too excited yknow *Note to self* Tomorrow , had a date with dearest boyfriend, Munchkin♥. I miss him terribly, and he misses me too. That for sure. I don't know where we will be heading to but i'm sure i will enjoy myself with him. Yay * jumping up and down*. Tomorrow will be a day where i'm gonna treasured it the most. I always do(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, both of us turn the webcam on and see each other faces through windows live messenger and i swear that was like the first time we did. Since he is so busy with his stuff and got no time to spend time on the cyber world. Seeing his face, makes me happy and smile inside and out. &amp;amp; we both looks so the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;masai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but CUTE! His the cute one, who can spend his time staring at me. I get too shy when he stared at me for too long and i will be laughing to myself and smile. HAHA,  lucky that mom or whoever didnt saw my actions, if not they would call me "SS" SYOIK SENDIRI! LOL please. We did some sort of silly faces, mostly staring, smiling, pouting lips to kiss. So adorable luhr him. Ahhh, i just melt all the time. hee. There's one part he cried through the webcam and i was shocked and felt so sorry. I myself having a pain right through my heart and controling myself to not burst out crying too, if not it will be very hard for me to stop. Oh well, when the things we're not expected to happen , but then it really happening, you can't do anything but to accept the fact right. Alot of people say that. But for me, when this things happen to me, i can't accept the fact but to suffer alot. I know, everything happens for a reason. No matter whut happens, i'm not giving up on you, on the things i did. I believe in myself, you and i believe in hopes,faith &amp;amp; miracles. My day will come eventually. I am really hoping . As we webcam and chat at the same time, time is running. Once it strikes to 1.30am, i let him to go off and sleep since he will be school-ing tomorrow ( which means today). All those goodnight &amp;amp; iloveyou wishes makes me smile and i feel very lucky to have him. It was a wonderful last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he gone to sleep, i alone, surf the net till i'm super bored switch off the lappy and get to my bed. I can't sleep really. Listening to songs, staring at the dark ceiling,wardrobes,windows, my eyes just can't stop looking at things. Time keep on going and it was already 3+am, soon later i dozed off to my dream land. I always sleeps at that time. I can't help it but i'm used to it now. Gosh, owl me. Righttt, kay done. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-229836478480801459?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/229836478480801459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/excited-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/229836478480801459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/229836478480801459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/excited-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTb68uFlFgI/AAAAAAAADJc/075ytgx3BKA/s72-c/tumblr_l2le5nqF7X1qaghneo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6805929210859321697</id><published>2011-01-18T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:02:32.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTVW96JUizI/AAAAAAAADJE/Dt6AVHbLSpc/s1600/PC150399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTVW96JUizI/AAAAAAAADJE/Dt6AVHbLSpc/s320/PC150399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563448536266476338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU &amp;amp; I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU &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/6213029820302131431-6805929210859321697?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6805929210859321697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-i-miss-you-i-cant-wait-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6805929210859321697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6805929210859321697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-i-miss-you-i-cant-wait-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTVW96JUizI/AAAAAAAADJE/Dt6AVHbLSpc/s72-c/PC150399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-954303604847637832</id><published>2011-01-14T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:53:05.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTBVslznOUI/AAAAAAAADIs/60TTqDGfCIA/s1600/tumblr_le41w9fj8c1qcoihao1_250.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTBVslznOUI/AAAAAAAADIs/60TTqDGfCIA/s400/tumblr_le41w9fj8c1qcoihao1_250.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562039764353759554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday best, today awesome. I went out for like 3 days straight. Yeehaa! Yesterday i went out with bestfriend plus her mom. Accompany her to ITE bishan for registration &gt; had lunch @ LJS, her mom paid for my food &gt; i took my money from ATM machine, she bought herself a pair of shoes @ Cotton On Bishan, after that her mom had to go for her gym club &gt; we went orchard to survey the things i wanna buy but none of 'em actually caught my eyes as they were quite expensive too &gt; headed to Novena, Cotton On and bought myself a black top and long sleeve which costs me 40+ bucks overall and bought myself a new earphone as mine broke into pieces &gt; rest over @ LJS &gt; Home sweet home. I got home, i was half exhausted. And went to sleep early last night and woke up early today at around 7 or 8+am in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was actually surprised myself that i woke up too early. Maybe because sissy talks so loudly to mom, that the whole house can only hear her voice. Gosh! Irritating pe. I can't sleep back, as my eyes were like very wide open 0.0! &lt;&gt; went to Vans shop, bought myself a pair of PURPLE vans shoes cost me 59 bucks &gt; headed to Forever 21 bought myself a top 9 bucks &gt; Banquet ate Nasi Ayam Penyek, mom laksa &gt; then i bought myself a bag that i want for myself used cost me 23 bucks &gt; mrt back to Kovan, Heartland Mall &gt; bought myself jeans @ New Future cost me 39 bucks &gt; home sweet home. I spend alot of money and when i checked,my money left 20bucks . cents . I was like OMG! I buy things and all is left that amount. I am terrible. I told myself not to buy things so necessarily, only when i needed. Boohoo, now i feel sad. My money so fast gone! ughhh, i want to werk again so badly to earn money again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But i really enjoy myself shopping. This time i shop till my hand is full with plastic bags. Woaaah, i feel so rich but NOT! Hah. Sad life huh. Hmm, so tomorrow i'm going out again. Like again?! This year, this month and week i've been going out . Tomorrow, Abg wan is treating us dinner, then maybe go jalanjalan again. If my life will be like this, i will dead by the end of the day or month. But i feel like i got alot of freedom now. Happy outside but inside am not. Haishh. Left with few more months, week and days to fly off perth. Okay now i'm sad + tired too . Bye ah!&lt;br /&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/6213029820302131431-954303604847637832?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/954303604847637832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/954303604847637832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/954303604847637832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TTBVslznOUI/AAAAAAAADIs/60TTqDGfCIA/s72-c/tumblr_le41w9fj8c1qcoihao1_250.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3667451828439920832</id><published>2011-01-12T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:45:46.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TS2-JvI1X3I/AAAAAAAADIU/HUD-yayadYM/s1600/P1120186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TS2-JvI1X3I/AAAAAAAADIU/HUD-yayadYM/s320/P1120186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310189354049394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spend most of my time with her was the best. Shes like a sister to me. Today another long journey we had and tiring too. Woke up at 9am, as my alarm clock keep on buzzing me . Texted her to know whether shes awake or still asleep. I went to had my shower. Afterwards, i can't figure out whut should i wear today? I get so frustrated and so, i just wear something slack. Yes, i feel to damn slack alright. So not me. I asked her to accompany me to Woodlands to take my cheque at my werkplace. Met her up at the bustop which is where the bus we're going to take, and shes sound sick. But shes not actually. She got very bad sore throat and running nose. Poor thang. We talk as if we haven't meet each other for years. Yeah, shes always talks alot. I like^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the bus came, we took. Seng Kang to Woodlands is quite a long time to reach, so i took out my earpiece and plug it on with my all time favourite music. We had a little chit chat about somethings which i can't barely remember whut is it all about. Once we reached woodlands, my heart went like pumping so fast. I have no idea why? But its always. Nervous ke pe? HAHA. Alighted and went to the mrt shop, and she herself bought Strepsils for her bad throat. Then went to my werkplace. Once walk-in, i feel like i'm still werking. But sadly, no. I miss that place like alot and i miss my cliques who i make friends with too!); Went to see my manager, Ma'am Doris. I miss her also. kekekeke. Sign my name on this paper work. Then i get my cheque. Surprisingly, i got 2 cheques. Well, not really alot of money but who cares, i still got my own money and its mine! I can do whutever i want and whutever things i wanna buy. Happy girl. Weee~ Said goodbye to my manager and i friends too. They can't really recognize me until ika mok came to me and see me right in the face. Haha, funny! Wave at 'em as i'm heading back out.  Bestfriend and i were finding HCBC bank, as my cheque bank name is that. Woodlands, no where to be found. Called mom, told her everything. Asked mom? She doesn't know where . So bestfriend and i took train to Town. Like omg! AGAIN? I went to town alot of times this week and this year. Waaa, can qualified to be called, Downtown girl already. hehe. Righhhht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reach town, first thing first, find HSBC. With the help of the security from Orchard ION, she told us, takashimaya. We went there and none of HSBC bank can be found. Damn! I was like, where the hell is that?! Both of us keep on walking and walking. And we asked those smart dress tidy people around where is the HSBC bank, and they were like started thinking and even search 'em on their Iphone4. I was like wow. Sanggup ke pe! Huhu. They told us to walk all the way down to Dhoby Ghaut at Plaza Singapura outside. We thank them, and both of us are soooo stupid to walk all the way down to Dhoby Ghaut towards Plaza Sing. We walk non-stop. From Orchard, Somerset and then Dhoby Ghaut. It was a long long walk. My legs were weak and perspiring once we reached the place. Once we're there, went to the counter and i can't deposit the money. I must go to POSB bank, write my name,contact no. and my account no. on the back of the cheque and drop it at the POSB box. I was like whutthehell!!! I didn't know that was a cross cheque! Fuck. I was terribly upset as i told myself that once i get the cheque i wanna deposits it and went shopping. And it didn't happen at all. Called mom again. I sound really upsets and she asked me to write , whut must be written on the back of the cheque and drop it at the POSB bank. She texted me, my account no. And yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We train back to orchard. Had our lunch at Far East Plaza. Starve man! Went to Puncak Restaurant, alot of werking people had their lunch there, and we sat down. Phew! Tiring + hungry. I had Curry Chicken Rice, niceeee! She had noodle pot something. Delicious too. After our lunch, window shopping all the way. Then train down to Hougang to accompany her for her hair treatment at idk whut is the salon named is. I waited for her, and i felt so sleepy. Once shes done, her hair is smooth like silk. Cheyyy. I keep on touching it . Heeheeks. Luv it, alot^^. Oh plus, its raining heavily once we reaches to hougang. But as we headed back to Seng Kang the rain stops. Thank god. Then we headed back home seperately. Reach home at 5+pm. And tomorrow, i'm going out again with her. Accompaning her to ITE bishan for her Registration. Thankgod, i'm happy that she gets her interviewed course. And she seems to be happy too. After that, going to town again i guess to bought her long pants at New future. And please please, i hope i can deposit out the money tomorrow as i can go shopping at town. If not, i shall have to wait for 2 or 3 days when my money is transferred to my bank account. Waaa, sad girl ah like that. Booo); Kay, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3667451828439920832?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3667451828439920832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/spend-most-of-my-time-with-her-was-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3667451828439920832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3667451828439920832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/spend-most-of-my-time-with-her-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TS2-JvI1X3I/AAAAAAAADIU/HUD-yayadYM/s72-c/P1120186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-7414168077919489307</id><published>2011-01-10T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:41:09.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSsSFxM2pbI/AAAAAAAADIE/sepwbEdvfTg/s1600/tumblr_lcz538PLce1qzk3mho1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSsSFxM2pbI/AAAAAAAADIE/sepwbEdvfTg/s320/tumblr_lcz538PLce1qzk3mho1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560558055234905522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brrrr! Drip drop i can hear the rain pouring down my window panel. Its been raining since evening and i can't help it but to keep on sneezing every minute. Irritating okay. I am in cold right now. I need a hug); *sob sob* I is so bored. The whole day rotted at home, doing nothing but playing lappy. My friends went to their ITE college today, their first day! Haha. While i'm still sleeping and had my weirdest and scary dream i ever had. I don't want to talk about it either. Too scary. I woke up like around 2+pm. Super late, because i can't sleep last night. Having a hard time, tossing right and left, my eyes were so bulgy! I went online-ing . I sneak out quietly. If mom knew i was using the lappy, she will be screaming at me! At around 3+am, then knock out. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When i woke up today, i feel so sleepy but still i'm not going back to sleep. Because i will feel lethargic. Its a no no for my body. Heeks. Spending my time on tumblr and twitter and half facebook. Haish, I can't stand sitting at home like everyday and did nothing but just surf the net. Too boring for me. *yawns* So i'm planning to go out on the fridays and weekends. And with whom and where? Ughhh. I don't know. Whut a fucking life i had. Can die yknow!!! Righhhht. Now i don't know whut to do. Twitter? Tumblr? Again? Gosh, out of words already. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-7414168077919489307?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7414168077919489307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/brrrr-drip-drop-i-can-hear-rain-pouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7414168077919489307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7414168077919489307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/brrrr-drip-drop-i-can-hear-rain-pouring.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSsSFxM2pbI/AAAAAAAADIE/sepwbEdvfTg/s72-c/tumblr_lcz538PLce1qzk3mho1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2999126933518358182</id><published>2011-01-09T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:35:28.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSiM5kFYc8I/AAAAAAAADH8/wXAhKn4sEsU/s1600/P1060104.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSiM5kFYc8I/AAAAAAAADH8/wXAhKn4sEsU/s320/P1060104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559848660555559874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn! I miss you blog. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 6th of January 2011, i went out with bestfriend. It was a long long day . Phew! From 8am-4+pm, can you imagine? Gosh. I have to accompany her to ITE bishan since her sissy can't followed her for interview Product &amp;amp; Design. After interviewed, we went to Novena since bestf wants to eat Sogurt, the new outlet. Its a yogurt, you can mix it with all different kinds of toppings. So cool. But it wasn't really tasty or nice. It was okay for me. Afterwards we headed to town. Window shopping at Orchard ION and Somerset 313. Great day i had with her. Tiring though. Heeees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On 7th of January 2011, had CCA Carnival in school. So the usuals and i decided to go back to school for awhile just to see around. Sadly, Ika and Faith can't get in. Fuckin fatty bom bom security guard didn't let 'em in. Actually bestf and i too. But since, our cca teacher was there, she let us in. I hate her! That fatty bom bom security guard, GO BACK INDIA LARH! Bang~ I wonder why must she wants to talk big infront of the teachers too. Follow the rules larh, whatever shit luhr pariah. You're not a teacher, so don't talk big. Eeeee, for her, catch a life please. Grrr! Since Ika and Faith can't get in, they went home. Poor thing ); Bestfriend and i walk around and meet the juniors. Oh yes, i hugged them. They are surprised to see us. Weee~ We seniors are back ! hehehe. Met boyle and Rashe too! Excited yknow. haha. Not for long, i headed off first, because i went to meet up with Munchkin♥. We both had the best day ever! Heee, biey, yknow i know public don't know. kekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And on 8th of January 2011, which is just yesterday. I went out with mom. Yes, a special date with her. I know my saturday's will be so boring, so i told mom lets go out together. We headed to town. First stop, Orchard ION. Gosh, i've been there like quite a times. And i went there like again. Sheesh. Walk around and yeah, i got mom a dress from Mango. I asked her to buy that dress for herself which cost her 29 bucks. Shes like it and i like it and she did bought it^^Weee~ After that, mom complaining that shes hungry. So i told her that i only know a place where to eat which is BurgerKing. And she very the cerewet! Don't want to eat there. Walaoway! We walk around ION after that we out from that shopping centre. We walk around Orchard to find food. Mom again complaining that shes tired of walking. Damnit! I myself is tired too but i'm not complaining like her. geeez. We walk till mom saw Lucky Plaza. I hate that mall. I swear. We make a one big around and we walk again. Once we reaches, she say she wanna eat MacD. I got no comments, once we reach MacD, we didn't even went in, instead mom keep on walking towards the Asian Food center. Gahhh! I feel like killing her at times. Ended up, i eat Curry Chicken Mee and mom eat Nasi goreng seafood. And for that, she complain that her food is not nice! AHHHHH! I CAN GO CRAZY! hahahaha. She wasted her food somemore. Not finished): Mom, you wasted 4 bucks for that meal. Hmpf. After that, i told mom lets go Somerset 313. Told her i want to shop there. And yeah, i bought clothes from Cotton On and a cheetah hat from New look. Shopping spree, i luv it^^ There's more to shop, but mom says next time. Wooo! Reach home around 8+pm. And my legs now is very tired. Poor thing. hee. I really enjoy my day with my noisy mom. HAHA. Righhht, i guess i'm done, now i wanna text luv. Byeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2999126933518358182?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2999126933518358182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/damn-i-miss-you-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2999126933518358182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2999126933518358182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/damn-i-miss-you-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSiM5kFYc8I/AAAAAAAADH8/wXAhKn4sEsU/s72-c/P1060104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3449375942490831606</id><published>2011-01-05T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:35:09.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSQc74Q1LiI/AAAAAAAADH0/CmuXq1s1Mqs/s1600/Photo7406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSQc74Q1LiI/AAAAAAAADH0/CmuXq1s1Mqs/s320/Photo7406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558599655122873890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 2 Years Anniversary Sayang!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For you, only you :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you means that i accept you for the person that you are and that i do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that i do not expect perfection from you, just as you do not expect it from me. It means that i will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do the things i want to do. It means loving you when you're down,not just when you're fun to be with. I love you means that i know your deeepest secrets and do not judge you for them,asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine.It means that i care enough to fight for what we have and that i love enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you,wanting and needing you constantly and hoping that you feel the same way for me .You were different, something new, something fresh, and i believed every single thing you said to me. You were definitely my first priority. The times we spent together, the talks, the kisses we had and every little thing. It was perfect. As times goes by, everything changes, our relationship grew even more closer. What i feel when i'm with you is, i feel everything stops and just only you and i were alive in this world.I told you once,i will tell you again, no matter what it is, you can tell me anything and everything. I will never turn my back on you even if it hurts to know what you did, as long as you tell me the truth. I never had this feeling of so much love, and when you came and stay in my life everything was so new to me. You thought me alot of things. Now,things might get hard sometimes. As you know that soon, i'm leaving singapore, i won't forget you or break up our relationship. I can't bare to see my hardship of building our relationship with you just gone and torn up into small pieces. I make promises to you, and i will grant it and prove to you. I'm different from any girls you know, i stick with my words. I know, that we could last forever, is just that we have to work together and make it happen. Just like a dream. When you want something, you have to earn it. Just like you have a job. Your love is worth it for me. Eventhough everybody is not perfect in this world, i keep telling myself that you always perfect to me no matter what. I may be not a good girlfriend for you, but i can assure you that i try my best. Do you still remember that night, when i got to meet you up and i hugged you and cry so badly and i've said, 'im going soon'? That night, i'm scared that one day you might forget me, leave me and we got nothing in common anymore. Scared that i might lose you. But you, you still think positively and cried with me. Wiping my tears, kissed me on the forehead,asked me to look at you and said, 'someday we'll get to meet up again, no matter what i always love you'. My heart melts, sad and cried even more. I can't think of anything for that moment, all i think was only you. But, i'm coming back here, so i know i can meet you. But once i'm there, i’ll be like a star, looking after you, looking at you from afar because i will never be close enough to reach, see you. But always know, I’m here, always.&lt;br /&gt;And that, &lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3449375942490831606?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3449375942490831606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2-years-anniversary-sayang-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3449375942490831606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3449375942490831606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2-years-anniversary-sayang-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSQc74Q1LiI/AAAAAAAADH0/CmuXq1s1Mqs/s72-c/Photo7406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3026081523598860837</id><published>2011-01-04T00:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T01:12:56.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSH1Szaz8cI/AAAAAAAADHk/pX8MWiHmA9k/s1600/tumblr_l7lcjisIsP1qzt3rfo1_500.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSH1Szaz8cI/AAAAAAAADHk/pX8MWiHmA9k/s320/tumblr_l7lcjisIsP1qzt3rfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557993118541017538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time check 12.12am. Still wide awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually i was waiting for munchkin♥. He is busy playing game. GRRR, i feel like, i wanna strangle him to death! Hehe kidding^^ I love him okay, i don't want him to die young. Gosh, crap! So, my life? I've got nothing to say. My friends all are getting ready for their ITE , while i'm stuck here doing nothing, i mean i didn't apply any courses. Stupid migrating to perth thingy. FUCK THAT! Bullshits. Aku sendiri tak tau ape, aku nak buat dekat sana nanti. Siaaaaal! &gt;:( Ain't happy life. Right....&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 bored. Currently listening to cool songs. RNB &amp;amp; Hiphop are my favourite types of songs which sometimes can make me happy at the same time sad too. I just love it ^^ Keep on repeating the same song again and again. Sheesh -.-" Lately, i've been skipping my food. Appetite suddenly change. No appetite now, eventhough i was feeling very very very hungry but i just can't munch alot. I just munch on a lil bit then i'm done); Whut is happening to me now? At home, i'm getting quiet and didn't want to mix with mom, sissy &amp;amp; abg wan that much. No idea why. I'm changing to someone else that i myself can't recognize of my ownself. I'm trying my best to get over it, for that "matter", but i can't. Too much of thinking been going on lately through my mind. Saddening alot. Well, on a brighter note, meeting munchkin♥ this coming friday. I'm very excited as i missed him and miss spending my time with him. Gonna take alot alot of pictures with him, i swear('; Haiiii...I'm proud to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;You're my perfect guy, and the best boyfriend i ever had. And i love you no matter what happens, and i would like to thank Allah S.w.t for given him to me. And i really hope we could last this relationship till forever~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I can't wait to meet you up! Yayyyyy(: &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/6213029820302131431-3026081523598860837?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3026081523598860837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-check-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3026081523598860837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3026081523598860837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-check-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSH1Szaz8cI/AAAAAAAADHk/pX8MWiHmA9k/s72-c/tumblr_l7lcjisIsP1qzt3rfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8125658912011444758</id><published>2011-01-02T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:19:52.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSBLQ0vUliI/AAAAAAAADHc/APExraqHYXg/s1600/SAM_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSBLQ0vUliI/AAAAAAAADHc/APExraqHYXg/s320/SAM_1971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557524692582307362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lack of updates. Gosh):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now its time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It already 2011. The new year. I was supposed to make my resolution for this new year on 31 Dec 2010 but i was not at home that night, i went out on that afternoon with my cousins after that i went to sleepover to Mak Long's house at Yishun. It was an awesome night, because i spend my time with my cousins and we went to Khatib to celebrates countdown 2011 and the fireworks is so beautiful. Sadly, Nazri and Ezah was not there with us, they have to go home); We went back home late at around 1+am. While walking back to home, i started askin 'em their resolution for 2011. Different kinds of wishes and wants. Mine is way different. Here it goes for my second round of resolution for 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to stay here in singapore. I don't want to go. I want to lead a happy life here, but not over in perth. Not anywhere else. I born here, i'm happy. Staying there, i got nobody else except my parents. Can't my life be more good than before? I am happy-go-lucky girl, after all this happen, i never am. So what if australia study is better than singapore? I know mom and dad wants me to have a good future ahead, but doing this to me, isn't going to be a good future. I know this better than anyone elses does. I know myself very well. They've got to understands me. Everyday, this thing keep on popping into my mind. I want this to end. I can't live without my cousins,nieces,friends and especially my boyfriend. Leaving them here, it feels like not coming back . I prayed alot, and none of my prayers answered. I keep on crying whenever i wanted to sleep. Pleaseeeee god, let my wishes and wants come true)'; I am really hurt. Deeply. I know god knows the best. But i can't accept the fact that i'm leaving all my loved ones behind. I want my life to be how it used to be. I want dad to come back home and stay here. Same goes to brother. I miss eating together as a family when it comes to dinner, going out to have shopping spree,laughing and jokes around. I miss all that. And i just want it to be back again. I hate how time flies really fast and all of it changed in a split of second. Imma sad girl. I dont know what my life going to be now. Everything change, i myself have no idea . I hope god would change his mind and change everything so that i don't know have to leave here and stayed there. Ya allah, ku mohon kepadamu. Tolong hamba mu yang lemah ini. Ku tidak sanggup menerima dugaan mu ini. Hatiku sangat sakit. Hamba mu ini hanya mahu bahagia sekarang dan masa depan nanti. Tolongilah aku ya allah! Sesungguhnya kau maha esa maha berkuasa, aku hanya mahu yang terbaik untuk diriku . God, answer my prayers . Semoga apa aku mendoa nanti, akan menjadi kenyataan. Insyallah. Amin. *Cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't think of anything now. There's more i want for my resolution for 2011, but i just can't continue. That's all for today. Bye)'; *cries*~~ heartbroken . Sad ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8125658912011444758?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8125658912011444758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/lack-of-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8125658912011444758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8125658912011444758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2011/01/lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TSBLQ0vUliI/AAAAAAAADHc/APExraqHYXg/s72-c/SAM_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-298712317959622122</id><published>2010-12-30T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:40:38.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TRttoT8NUJI/AAAAAAAADHM/ICuKWiubXUg/s1600/tumblr_l9iv07Fw3p1qao8u4o1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TRttoT8NUJI/AAAAAAAADHM/ICuKWiubXUg/s320/tumblr_l9iv07Fw3p1qao8u4o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556155104606638226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey.&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Busy last few days. Time check now is 1.20am. I'm still wide awake. Mom asked me to shut down, but i refuses to. I miss blogging alot); Now its 30th of December 2010. Time flies really fast...New year is coming. I feel sad that 2010 is going to be over. So much memory i had. And life is changing~ I don't want the new year to come, 2011. I'm not ready yet. I'll be gone soon from here)'; But i'm coming back here again! Won't be there forever. I'll take this an a holiday or trip. I won't take it as migrating to perth. Haishhh. Sad inside and out)':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway ,tomorrow, 31th of Dec, COUNTDOWN! Cousins plan to go out together to town. Yes, CDO(: I hope everything will turns out well. Gonna spend my time with 'em. I feel like i wanna meet luv for awhile can? I miss him already sheyy. Gaaaaaahhh! Tomorrow, i shall make an Resolution for 2011. Now i should be headed to bed, and texting luv. Byeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-298712317959622122?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/298712317959622122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/298712317959622122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/298712317959622122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TRttoT8NUJI/AAAAAAAADHM/ICuKWiubXUg/s72-c/tumblr_l9iv07Fw3p1qao8u4o1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-7704035007684399007</id><published>2010-12-21T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:51:12.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TRCdLfgW44I/AAAAAAAADG4/cuVMFwAefDk/s1600/SAM_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TRCdLfgW44I/AAAAAAAADG4/cuVMFwAefDk/s320/SAM_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553111161309160322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you long hair, i know you will be back soon :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hellu! Blog seems like dead now. So i shall start blogging. I've been busy doing my stuff and extremely lazy to blog what i did. Okay, PIG. Haha. Yesterday was a blast. I had my haircut like again, but this time with sissy at Hair INN Salon, Rivervale Mall. My hairdresser Jack is so cute &amp;amp; hot. Serious no kidding. But munchkin♥ is more cuter and hotter ! ^^ Lols. Sissy had her haircut too with perm. We both spend on our hairs 115 bucks includes sissy's haircream will be 315 bucks. Expensive right? But sissy pay for it. Afterwards, we're starving, we bought LJS and then headed back home. Oh and yea i forget one thing, i meet bestfriend in the morning at around 10am under my blk. She help me with something and i wanna thank her for helping me. Me luv you babe! heeheek(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today i wakes up at 9am in the morning. Mom who woke me up . Grrr! I remembered that i had an Changi General Hospital appointment at 10.20am . So quickly shower, dress up and zoom off to CGH. Mom drive the car, i like! When we reaches to Eye specialist clinic, there were quite alot of people. Mostly old folks. As usual, waited for my number to be out, after that eye check, then wait for consulation doctor. I waited for quite a very long time for my number to be out to see my doctor. Gosh, till there's only a few people then my number is been called. Seriously, i hate waiting without doing anything but to see people, boring! When my number is out, i'm happy plus relief. Like at last. Again, meet up with my favourite doctor Dr Kelvin Teo. The first thing he will did is to asked the same question whenever i meet him when i've an appointment. HAHA. &lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Same old questions~&lt;/b&gt; After he had checked my eyes, he told me and my mom that my eyes are getting better. Everything is going good except the scars inside my left eye will take sometime to be okay. It might takes months, weeks to be fully cured. I knew its getting better. After that he give me an open date appointment, i can have an appointment any time and day i want, need to be done by calling. I was like phew. What a relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards took my medicine. Then headed to Qiji to eat. Mom and i were starving like hell. Ate Nasi Lemak. It was delicious! Yummy! I love it. Then headed back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So tomorrow, no plans. Stayed at home and help mom clear up all the things for sissy's wedding this coming sunday. The first thing i'm gonna do with mom tomorrow, is to wash the car. Yes, the car is dirty with lots of dusts. Eeeek. Secondly, gonna clean the house to make it neat and tidy. I'm so will be tired tomorrow. So yeaaah. I can't take it to see my house in a mess. Ugh! Alright. Im done here. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-7704035007684399007?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7704035007684399007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-you-long-hair-i-know-you-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7704035007684399007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7704035007684399007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-you-long-hair-i-know-you-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TRCdLfgW44I/AAAAAAAADG4/cuVMFwAefDk/s72-c/SAM_1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5125750411754917555</id><published>2010-12-19T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:27:49.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQ32OblvRXI/AAAAAAAADGY/4HcOiMRDHbk/s1600/tumblr_lckw2lQjcu1qc9ey0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQ32OblvRXI/AAAAAAAADGY/4HcOiMRDHbk/s320/tumblr_lckw2lQjcu1qc9ey0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552364643402335602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. New blogskin and i lovin it ^^ I apologise for not updating. Lazy and no mood -.-"&lt;div&gt;So last friday on the 17th Dec 2010, is GCE N level result day. And thankgod i passed all except for my maths. Ugh stupid stupid. Well, not only me but the some of 'em too. Congratulations to all who passed too. Alhamdulilah, god bless. I'm not gonna say anything about what course i'm taking or whutsoever. I'm terribly sad due to some reasons, most people who knew me knows what problem i'm having currently)'; Kay cut it. I dont want to talk about. After taken my results, i spend time with munchkin♥. Headed back home around 5 or 6+pm. And that night was a night that i can't hold my tears and i keep on crying crying and crying when i text him. Biey, you know i know eh?  I can't sleep and it was a horrible night. I swear. Shits happens, fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, was a tiring day for me. Headed to geylang for my green lace to tailor for sister's wedding on the 26th Dec 2010. I asked mom whether bestfriend could come down, and mom said sure. Yay! Told bestfriend to wear the same colour as me. Weee, like it ^^ Gonna spend the time with her. Yeszuh! Last night i sleep late around 1+am wrapping mom's students present. I did all alone i swear am tired. There were like 9 presents i have to wrap. Gosh. I didn't know that i have the talent to wrap things. hehe. Proud ya(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for today, rotted at home all day. I wanted to go swimming, but mom won't let me go because i've got an hospital appointment for my eyes on the 21st Dec 2010 and she's worried that anything could happen again. Its boring y'know, but what to do...So tomorrow plans was to followed sister's to Hair INN Salon to do her hair and my hair too! Yeppie. Basically she wants her hair to be done by perm and as for me i wanted my hair to be thin layered. I wanted some curly's but it charged me more, so i'll just ask the hairdresser to make it thin and layered and the length of my hair stays the same. It will be fabulous. heeheek. Okay i sounds so cheeky here. huhu! Alright, im done here. Next tumblr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buhyeeee! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5125750411754917555?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5125750411754917555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5125750411754917555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5125750411754917555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQ32OblvRXI/AAAAAAAADGY/4HcOiMRDHbk/s72-c/tumblr_lckw2lQjcu1qc9ey0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8330565118916594346</id><published>2010-12-15T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:48:31.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQjYiMgVbqI/AAAAAAAADGQ/WCZTuB1GyL0/s1600/PC150464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQjYiMgVbqI/AAAAAAAADGQ/WCZTuB1GyL0/s320/PC150464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550924622718135970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today i had an awesome time spend with the usuals and munchkin♥. He went to met me first at my nearest blk , then we walk off to cp. Hot hot hot weather, gosh. Perspiring here and there, and my makeup powder run down. EEEEEYERR. haha. Headed to the toilet for touch ups then off to meet the rest outside the 7-11 store. Surprisingly, we saw bazlee was there sitting down at the bench alone. Wow, his early. Always! Bestfriend &amp;amp; ikabhy not there yet. Text 'em like many times, asking them to hurry up. Bazlee were frustrated already. Scary~ Waited waited waited and then they came. Grrr. Took mrt to vivocity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took some pictures and played games using ikabhy's itouch. The zombie game seriously scared the shit outta me. But still i like to play that game. Addicted yo! heehee. When we reaches vivo, we were like lost. We got no idea where is swensens anyway! So then munchkin♥ is so the macho when to ask the counter and the guy said ' walk straight, turn left ........ '. So munchkin♥ and i were like okay. I went to 'em and told the same thing but with an addictional word 'blablabla' because i totally forget what he says. HAHA. Bad memory. Eeek! But munchkin♥ was so confident, so he lead the way but ended up, the swensens were no where to be found. After that we followed Ikabhy and then we found it. hahaha. I walk in and saw my manager sir lianshen. Oh man, i miss him lots. So i was like so excited and went in and talk to him. haha. Sadly that voucher can't used it there, so too bad for us. But sir lianshen suggest us few outlets, and the rest of 'em when out and sir lianshen talks to me bout werk. Boo,  i've already quited so i explains to him blablabla then when its time to go off, he wants hugs from me, so i give him my hug and then i'm out. I feel sad. But hmm..what to do..After that we were deciding where to go, finding the nearest outlet. While the usuals when to Vans store, munchkin♥ and i were finding where to go . Ended up we decided to go Orchard ION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We trained back to dhoby ghaut. Off to train to orchard. Again, we were abit lost, but we find it already. At last. We ordered french fries, and 2 pizzas come with a student meal coke for 2. Woohoo. It was delicious . Pictures taken and stuff. After that for our dessert, each of us has the single scoop voucher that ikabhy treated all of us. Different flavours except for ikabhy and bazlee same flavours. cheychey! hehe, kidding ^^ I want to say that the service over there is really really bad. Not VERY FRIENDLY like my werk place. eee. I swear i hate it alot! I should have ask for an feedback form for that outlet, i mean like seriously. They should be friendly to the customers man. Damn. I swear im not gonna go there again. Ish! So yeahh, i totally enjoy my day! serious. Hehe, okay , im done here. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8330565118916594346?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8330565118916594346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-i-had-awesome-time-spend-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8330565118916594346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8330565118916594346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-i-had-awesome-time-spend-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQjYiMgVbqI/AAAAAAAADGQ/WCZTuB1GyL0/s72-c/PC150464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4758081170190569673</id><published>2010-12-14T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:52:36.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQdlNbd2h5I/AAAAAAAADGI/a85NOoC7wMM/s1600/Picture0871.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQdlNbd2h5I/AAAAAAAADGI/a85NOoC7wMM/s320/Picture0871.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550516347143096210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sad puppy now. Boohoo); I couldn't believe that zac efron &amp;amp; vanessa hugdens broke up! They're my best &amp;amp; favourite couple, and and they look adorable together. What happen? Disney's stars now all ruined,i've just realised that -.-" Demi Lovato, which i hate her alot is in rehab now. Good girl, stay there till you die! Eeeek, padan muke kau perempuan rosak. You deserve to be there. hehe. Suck she. sorry to those who is  her biggest fan or whutsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So today, nothing much i did . Wake up from bed, lappy on and facebook-ing all e' way till afternoon. Had shower afterwards then again fb-ing, till msn &amp;amp; all the webs lag and slow, i guess too much of websites i've gone too. I get frustrated i log out everything and switch off the lappy and went to sleep, zzzzzz. haha. Was having a beautiful sleep, then fone buzzing and its Ikabhy. Damn you. hee,kidding^^. Text her then i asked her to call me up. And we talktalktalk, laugh. Insane? can say uh. ahak! So yeah. Tomorrow can't wait!!! weeee! Kay im done here. Its time to update tumblr now. hee. Buhyeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-4758081170190569673?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4758081170190569673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-puppy-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4758081170190569673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4758081170190569673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-puppy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQdlNbd2h5I/AAAAAAAADGI/a85NOoC7wMM/s72-c/Picture0871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1091219141055082961</id><published>2010-12-13T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:47:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQWph6vfGEI/AAAAAAAADFo/0WVRuqk_Voo/s1600/tumblr_l55g5bBIQt1qbwwdbo1_500.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQWph6vfGEI/AAAAAAAADFo/0WVRuqk_Voo/s320/tumblr_l55g5bBIQt1qbwwdbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550028515973208130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi.&lt;div&gt;Now, i'm in my parents bedroom with my hair tied scorpion sitting down typing updating my blog. hehe. I have not shower yet, BUT still i smell nice^^ ! Im still sleepy ugh. Last night is a sleepless night for me. gosh. My eyes were very tired but they just can't shut, goddamnit! Keep on tossing left, right, straight. Having a hard time sleeping. I realised that i was half asleep, which means my eyes were closed but awake. Then i realised again, that i sleep only a few hours then i woke up straight at 8am sharp! Mom was very surprised that i woke up early, i myself is surprised too. After that i went back to sleep . Like finally! And was awake by a strange weird dreams at 10.55am. Ate Canadian pizza and coke for breakfast,mmm..hmm! Delicious alright. Currently listening to songs,weeee! I was kinda pissed off. My phone prepaid card is low. No more left cents,$0.00! O M G. Am soo gonna asked mom to topup for me today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay. I can't wait for this cumin wednesday! Ikabhy is going to treat me swensens for so called " belated treat birthday", bestfriend is tagging along too. And i want munchkin♥ to tag along too, since we didnt get to celebrate our bdae's together on that day. So i hope he is free, i should have called him last night, but i didnt. His werking, so he might be so tired, i let him rest. Mom has to topup my phone by today so that i could tell him again. I've sent him an facebook message about this, but i don't know when he will log in and checked. So please mom, better topup by today it is much easier for me to tell him rather than calling him up at night, because he might busy slacking with his friends or asleep. *finger crossed* kay im done here . I want to update my tumblr! Afterwards i want to have my lovely shower! Bye. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1091219141055082961?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1091219141055082961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1091219141055082961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1091219141055082961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQWph6vfGEI/AAAAAAAADFo/0WVRuqk_Voo/s72-c/tumblr_l55g5bBIQt1qbwwdbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1958467664391446412</id><published>2010-12-09T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:45:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQD2YYBzHpI/AAAAAAAADFQ/fdr2XNl9fpo/s1600/CIMG0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQD2YYBzHpI/AAAAAAAADFQ/fdr2XNl9fpo/s320/CIMG0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548705639547739794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay i'm back! Sorry for leaving this blog for a very long time. I myself miss blogging. Well, a few days, weeks back i'm sick terribly. My eyes of cos. Not cured till now. But great news that they are gettin better now. Right eye is okay, left eye (the worse one) is better but still swollen + a little bit of reddish. What i know is by this week or next week i will be okay ! Yay! I'm happy. All this while, i'm stuck at home doing nothing but RESSSSSSSST . Boring yea. Once my eyes are okay, i promise myself i want to go with my friends and with boyfriend of cos. I miss all my peeps so badly, and they misses me too and they're simply can't wait to meet me. Same goes to me(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY! Yay! I'm sure there's alot of people wishing me through facebook. And bestfriend is visiting me tomorrow plus she told me she got something for me. Hah, i didn't expect her to buy something for my day. Aww. Gonna eat my birthday cake with her as i promised her on the phone just now since she bought for me something. I am sooo gonna like what she bought for me. I'm excited to wish for boyfriend too. Hehe. Strike 12pm and text message will sent to him straight away! weee! Sadly i can't meet and go out with him tomorrow because i'm not fully cured yet. But i swear, when i'm okay, i want to make plans with my friends and him too. ugh,faster cure please! Now, i want to eat, hungry! Bye!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1958467664391446412?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1958467664391446412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-im-back-sorry-for-leaving-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1958467664391446412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1958467664391446412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-im-back-sorry-for-leaving-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TQD2YYBzHpI/AAAAAAAADFQ/fdr2XNl9fpo/s72-c/CIMG0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5664731497357676879</id><published>2010-12-07T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:22:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I WILL BE BACK, MIA-ING.&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/6213029820302131431-5664731497357676879?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5664731497357676879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-be-back-mia-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5664731497357676879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5664731497357676879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-be-back-mia-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6517767680213292658</id><published>2010-11-30T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:37:57.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPTbnVx-FOI/AAAAAAAADFI/Ue0pen2GhEs/s1600/DSCF2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPTbnVx-FOI/AAAAAAAADFI/Ue0pen2GhEs/s320/DSCF2669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545298510108038370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellu! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, its raining. Usually happens in the evening. Feeling so cold, windy but i love it. Nice weather to sleep huh? But i'm still fresh and its not my sleeping time. TOO early for me to sleep during this hour. Haha. So, today i stayed at home the whole day. I was feeling very very bored. Did all the same routine at home, its like you got nothing much to do now. I want to go out, but yknow my left sore eye is not cured yet mom won't let me. I know today, my girls went out to ETP. I guess they having so much fun there. While i'm stuck here at home); But i enjoy myself too, with mom! I asked mom to join with me to watch new movies that came out from the cinemas, through internet online. We watched "Tangled". Since mom wants to watch it so much. Lying down on mom's king bed, with the curtain closed, big screen and just the two of us. I feel like, i'm in the theatre with mom. HAHA. I love the movie. Romantic and funny.Hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mom cooked Mee Rebus! O M G , i want to go eat now, starving. Plus for my desert, Chocolate Cupcake. Mmmm...hmmm! Alright. Done. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr, iloveyou! wee. I like you too. hehe, crapsss! OKAY NOW BYEBYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6517767680213292658?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6517767680213292658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hellu-currently-its-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6517767680213292658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6517767680213292658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hellu-currently-its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPTbnVx-FOI/AAAAAAAADFI/Ue0pen2GhEs/s72-c/DSCF2669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2084354986620606286</id><published>2010-11-29T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:23:24.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPNabG_6JlI/AAAAAAAADFA/sJShWx3xgDc/s1600/tumblr_lars0hULNd1qd82f6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPNabG_6JlI/AAAAAAAADFA/sJShWx3xgDc/s320/tumblr_lars0hULNd1qd82f6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544874988004845138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, i sleep with my smile on. Munchkin♥ texted with those sweet and touching words that i never expected him to say, it just cheered me up. It shook me too. Love is all he needed, same goes to me. And overall i'm happy(: I love you sayang.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,i could only hear the drip drops outside my window. Yes, its raining. The weather is cooling. I'm relaxing yet suffering through the pain i'm having. Somehow i have to bare with it, but mostly i cried in pain. I want my sore eyes to be over like ASAP, please! On the brighter note, madrasah exams are over. Yeszah! I can enjoy now,AFTER my sore eyes are cured. Boo); Sucks big time. So, December month is coming! Munchkin♥ &amp;amp; my birthday falls on the same date and i can't wait to wish him. I hope my left eye is okay, then i can go out with my friends including him if he could make it and celebrate our BIG day. Hoping! Sister asked me what i want for my birthday and i was like anything? How much your budget for my present? Her budget was about quite high &amp;amp; low price. So i told her i wanted IPHONE4! And she was like other than that? I told her DSLR! And she was like, how about i buy you a Ipod touch just like your brother have it. So i told her okay, but i go check it out first what else i want other than Ipod Touch. Yesterday i went to check it out at the interenet where those Apple brand sells. I really wanted IPHONE4 that much but when i check it out it cost double the price. So i went to check Ipod touch and it was so cool. There's a camera on it, i guess its a new one ? And i went to tell her about it. Am excited! Hopefully she bought the same thing i want. Heh. But i know i can't ask too much. I also can't wait for my pay which on mid december. Damn, i waited for so long. GOSH! On the 17 Dec, have to go to school for my N level result. Wooohoo! Nervous. Then sister's wedding on 26 dec. Class chalet on 27 dec - 29 dec. Weee~ Syoikkk or what! hehehe. Soon munchkin♥ is going to KL with his family and relatives. Alaaa. Later i'm lonly, i'm gonna missed him for sure! Ughhhh);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, cousin Adila is comin to my crib later. Happy? Yes, at least i got someone to enjoy with me. I guess i want to spend my time with her watching movies . Mmm, i guess that i will be great. So yeah, can't wait. Am waiting for her now. WEEEE. And i'm really sorry for my girls who asked me out tomorrow to Escape Theme Park. Some other time okay..Sorry! I wish i could follow you guys and have fun but i don't think my mom let me go out since my eyes not cured. Y'know how my mom is. She's very PROTECTIVE. Can also say OVER-PROTECTIVE. I hope you girls understands my situation, i know bestfriend &amp;amp; ikabhy wanted me to go, but i can't. You babes have fun okay. When my eyes are cured, i'll ask you babes out with me okay. Enjoy girls! Once again sorry to let you guys down. Alright, i guess that's all for today. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next tumblr! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-2084354986620606286?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2084354986620606286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-i-sleep-with-my-smile-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2084354986620606286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2084354986620606286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-i-sleep-with-my-smile-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPNabG_6JlI/AAAAAAAADFA/sJShWx3xgDc/s72-c/tumblr_lars0hULNd1qd82f6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-7362214817833425060</id><published>2010-11-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:15:32.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPHlXkNpSjI/AAAAAAAADEw/KgB_ttiIUGc/s1600/tumblr_l7hbt2O2FS1qazvyjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPHlXkNpSjI/AAAAAAAADEw/KgB_ttiIUGc/s320/tumblr_l7hbt2O2FS1qazvyjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544464809290451506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes boy, i miss you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-7362214817833425060?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7362214817833425060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-yes-boy-i-miss-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7362214817833425060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/7362214817833425060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-yes-boy-i-miss-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPHlXkNpSjI/AAAAAAAADEw/KgB_ttiIUGc/s72-c/tumblr_l7hbt2O2FS1qazvyjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5942423910246833289</id><published>2010-11-27T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:27:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPDTYAIi4eI/AAAAAAAADEo/zi9zmnIZ7sg/s1600/DSCF2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPDTYAIi4eI/AAAAAAAADEo/zi9zmnIZ7sg/s320/DSCF2667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544163550599242210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm back to blogging. I've change my blogskin to a simple one. It follows my mood. zzzzzz -.-" Currently i'm home alone. Syoik or whut? Worst still, i'm stuck at home everyday and am having sore eyes on my left eye which is not cool at ALL. I mean it. I've been suffering this thing for like 3 days straight morning &amp;amp; night. Boohoo)'; I want to get better as soon as possible. Tired of it man. Irrits sia. Somehow, its like not gettin better yet its getting worsen. O M G. So reddish,swollen,painful,watery. Eeeek. Get well soon please, dearest left eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't be too long here. I have to revised for my madrasah exam tomorrow. Left with just 2 papers, Fiqh &amp;amp; Bahasa Arab. Wish me all the best. Still i have to go tomorrow, but due to my condition, i might be taking my exam outside the classroom or somewhere else. Poor thang huh? oh well, i guess thats all for today. Tumblr is always updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5942423910246833289?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5942423910246833289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5942423910246833289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5942423910246833289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TPDTYAIi4eI/AAAAAAAADEo/zi9zmnIZ7sg/s72-c/DSCF2667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3439152674949970126</id><published>2010-11-24T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:56:41.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOzMJzpWZSI/AAAAAAAADEQ/N9hX-63tX8o/s1600/Picture0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOzMJzpWZSI/AAAAAAAADEQ/N9hX-63tX8o/s320/Picture0816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543029710240769314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is raining heavily. And the whole house is quiet, because everyone is asleep including chomel. How cute! Very good weather to sleep huh? Well, my holidays are getting boring. Everyday sits at home doing nothing. Ugh! I want to go out please); November month is going to end. New month is coming, december! Birthday is comin up too. I can't wait. I hope, mom will let me go out with my friends for my important day. I can invited munchkin♥ too, since our birthday falls in a same date. Hopefully); *Finger crossed* Can't wait for my N level results to be out on 17th Dec and also Christmas Party Chalet 3D2N on 27 Dec-29 Dec. It will be fun for sure(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This few days, i've been sleeping so late. I swear i don't know why. Something is bothering me. It also freaks me out, that i get nightmares. Scary alright! Hope those nightmares won't come true. Weird -,-" Now i'm so fucking bored, i want to sleep. I have nothing else to do. Pathetic right? Kay, bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Tumblr updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3439152674949970126?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3439152674949970126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-raining-heavily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3439152674949970126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3439152674949970126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-raining-heavily.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOzMJzpWZSI/AAAAAAAADEQ/N9hX-63tX8o/s72-c/Picture0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-220122159688893146</id><published>2010-11-22T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:08:27.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOqCekQza1I/AAAAAAAADEA/3LFgHwVHGFM/s1600/PB220059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOqCekQza1I/AAAAAAAADEA/3LFgHwVHGFM/s320/PB220059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542385753074658130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellu. Today i had fun, not SO fun, well average. I attended the Farewell Party over at Ms Loh's crib which is at Quartz, Function Hall. O M G, the place is soooo beautiful and awesome!  Luv it much. Bestf and i came late, around 12.30pm. The party starts at 1200 noon. &amp;amp; We were always late. Gosh. I'm embrassed. Kay cut that. When we came, performance starts. The juniors were so sweet for singing and perform for us. Very cute. But they must be more lively, then i really enjoy myself. After all the performances, we watched a video. Unglam photos of myself,bestf  and the rest of the girls. Eeee, my face. Haha. After that Mdm Zurina's speech. Her speech was very touching that make me almost cried. Even she give speech for each of us. And her speech for me was very very sweet and touching, till i'm so proud of myself('; Aww, much! Then the CL's give speech for everyone. Afterwards appreciation awards for the seniors. I like the bear, so cute with the badge on it. Hehehe. Then EAT TIME. Bestf and i were starving like hell, and my stomach keeps on growling for food. Sungguh the malu -.-"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food is not that delicious but yet, at least i got something to munch on into my stomach. After that, took pictures all e' way. Then headed back home. Bestf came over to my crib, and we spend more time together. I laugh alot, eventhough i wasn't in e' mood actually. I was hoping that i could meet boyfriend today for awhile, since i missed him. But no text from him, so, forget it); Hmm, but bestf somehow cheered me up. Isn't easy as i thought that she could make me laugh. Thanks babe. Then we webby with Ikabhy. Again laugh. So its like, half of the day i've been laughing. And i'm trying to be happy. Back then, i was sad. So yeaahhh. Today was somehow fun eventhough my mood for today wasn't high up to my standard. Haish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, back to the sad mood. Damn! I don't feel want to continue blabbing negative thoughts or whutsoever on this post. I all ever want is to be happy, that's all. So jyeah. Bye! Tumblr updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-220122159688893146?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/220122159688893146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hellu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/220122159688893146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/220122159688893146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hellu.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOqCekQza1I/AAAAAAAADEA/3LFgHwVHGFM/s72-c/PB220059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-6988867310461317301</id><published>2010-11-20T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:31:15.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOe5Y3bNzzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/bNVhKiHJVfI/s1600/DSCF4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOe5Y3bNzzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/bNVhKiHJVfI/s320/DSCF4073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541601703348784946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, i'm back to blogging now. Sorry, i left this blog for very long time. From now onwards, i will be starting to blog everything just like i used to do it regularly. So, it seems that everything is fine. Thankgod(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last thursday on 18th Nov '10. I attended Prom Night at York Hotel. Took cab with my girls, since we girls not so sure where the place is. I enjoyed myself alot. They keep on serving us food, and O M G i was bloated by the time they give us the dessert which is the mango pudding. We played games, lucky draws, pictures,prom king &amp;amp; queen and everything. Sadly, i didn't get to win any lucky draws but its okay. I guess it isn't my lucky day huh. Overall it was fun. After all the fun, it ends at around 11++pm. And munchkin♥ waited for me. Thanks alot luv for accompany me back home and also thanks Ikabhy for sending us back. It was a memorable night for me(';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, i can't wait to enjoy myself again on Monday. I've just got an invitation card from girl guides. Sec 4/5's farewell! Wee, best best. After that i want to meet my munchkin♥,hopefully you can make it. Its hard for me to meet you); Haii. And get well soon sayang! Ingat pesan i kay. Anyway, wish me luck for my madrasah exams tomorrow. Grr,malas betol nak belajar, nak enjoy luhr! Hehehe, alright i want to text babyluv now. Bye! Takecares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tumblr is being bitch now. I try to update there too aye!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-6988867310461317301?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6988867310461317301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-im-back-to-blogging-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6988867310461317301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/6988867310461317301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-im-back-to-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TOe5Y3bNzzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/bNVhKiHJVfI/s72-c/DSCF4073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4953490728895463169</id><published>2010-11-14T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:47:59.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TN-GS8SzttI/AAAAAAAADDA/23uPzJHUVxY/s1600/SAM_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TN-GS8SzttI/AAAAAAAADDA/23uPzJHUVxY/s320/SAM_2029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539293726669780690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry for the lack's of updates. Life now, is getting much more un-fairness. &lt;div&gt;Having conflicts with mom, which is sucks. I know, i shouldn't be doing those things, but i did it because, there's a reason to it. I wanted her to understands me, but i know that she can't. I know she have given me alot of things i wanted. I appreciate it alot. But that's not i want all the time. I never want to make her cry over me for doing all the bad things. I know it isn't me AT ALL. I feel like i'm a useless child. I never wanted to do shit to this family. All i ever want is happiness &amp;amp; understanding. I'm hurt to see her cry . I'm sorry mom)'; I hope she could read this, but she can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, mom, sister &amp;amp; i didn't talk. Been grounded, have to quit job, handphone confiscated. All i ever have is my own laptop. I used web sms to text people. How sad huh? I get so frustrated about it, really. But thankgod! After 1-2 days, everything seems to be back as per-normal. Mom, sister and i started to talk like we used to. Handphone is back with me. Somehow everything is back to normal. I'm glad. Hopefully i won't do the same mistake again. I had enough of it. I'm sick &amp;amp; tired of it. Now its time to be on the right track(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, tomorrow is Hari Raya Haji. Going yishun to mak long's crib. Yeszuh, meet the rest. The following day, i'm going for prom at York hotel. I'm going to enjoy myself with my friends. Alot of pictures will be taken on that day. &amp;amp; 22th nov, sec 4 girl guide farewell at Ms Loh's crib, which is idk where. Invitation card will be pass to us on the prom night day. Okay cool! Haha. Okay, bye! Updated tumblr^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-4953490728895463169?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4953490728895463169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry-for-lacks-of-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4953490728895463169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4953490728895463169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry-for-lacks-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TN-GS8SzttI/AAAAAAAADDA/23uPzJHUVxY/s72-c/SAM_2029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1821989982466296023</id><published>2010-11-06T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:28:41.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TNV7NpU_-FI/AAAAAAAADC4/cA9qgTP2NOM/s1600/05112010251.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TNV7NpU_-FI/AAAAAAAADC4/cA9qgTP2NOM/s320/05112010251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536466791284340818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly i would like to post something special. Yesterday was our 1 year 10 months anniversary. Spending my time with you yesterday was fun. I'll never forget it. Y'know, all this while, i really wanted to feel how date was supposed to be. &amp;amp; Now you've showed me how it feels like.  I had fun window shopping with you, taking pictures, look at the scenery of the night, choose colours for your tee shirts and everything. It was perfect. Somehow you're my 1st love. You meant everything. I want more outings with you. That is my dream &amp;amp; wishlist now. Make it happen okay. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I love you means that i accept you for the person that you are and that i do not wish to change you into someone else.&lt;br /&gt;It means that i do not expect perfection from you, just as you do not expect it from me. It means that i will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times.&lt;br /&gt;It means loving you when you're in a bad mood or too tired to do the things i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;It means loving you when you're down, not just when you're fun to be with. I love you means that i know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine.&lt;br /&gt;It means that i care enough to fight for what we have and that i love enough not to let go. It means thinking of you,dreaming of you,wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping that you feel the same way for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you sayang,muwahhh!&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/6213029820302131431-1821989982466296023?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1821989982466296023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/firstly-i-would-like-to-post-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1821989982466296023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1821989982466296023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/firstly-i-would-like-to-post-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TNV7NpU_-FI/AAAAAAAADC4/cA9qgTP2NOM/s72-c/05112010251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1666496420536653726</id><published>2010-11-01T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:18:16.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TM56s7-QOYI/AAAAAAAADCg/1wUi5eII5Gg/s320/CIMG0117.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534495904516553090" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TM57eWaUySI/AAAAAAAADCo/Fudk82yxlEA/s1600/72558_446083278930_544513930_5440233_4773646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TM57eWaUySI/AAAAAAAADCo/Fudk82yxlEA/s320/72558_446083278930_544513930_5440233_4773646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534496753427204386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellu!&lt;div&gt;Here i am updating my blog. Its dead, i know. I left this blog unattended for 6 days. Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been busy lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so, last friday was the Sec 1n6 &amp;amp; N7 camp that we organized in school. Fadilah and i were confused and somehow we were busy decide whether to go for the camp or not. My heart says don't go. But the boys insisted me to go. So i've got no choice but to go. Firstly, i didn't really enjoy, because Ms Goh keeps on talking and talking. But then, as time goes by, the camp is much more fun and enjoyable. I didn't expected it to happen though. So far, i love the things we did during the camp. And the campers were all so cute and i love them! I love you 1N6 &amp;amp; 1N7! (: Miss you guys alot alot ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the camp finishes at 5pm , all the leaders had ice cream, treated by Mdm Irene Yeo. Thanks alot. After that my girls and i headed straight to downtown east to had our shower, since we can't have our shower in school. We took 89. Alight down and we walked in the downtown east mall and we passed by the sakura and there's alot of commotion. Something really bad happen. What i heard is, there's 2 groups were fighting and one of 'em stab that person's back and blood were everywhere the sakura's staircase. From the nearby Popeye's restaurant all e' way to sakura. It was horrible alright + scary. Called Ms Mas, and told her about it. After that we went to had our shower, then meet up with the boys outside the WWW, then headed off to meet Ms Mas. Ended up we eat Pastamania.  Fuhhh, it was delicious yet i was full after i had finish my food. Took pictures here and there. Then some of my girls went off home early, left 4 girls.We took quite alot pictures, then headed off to Escape. After that headed back home with the boys. Reach home around 11+pm. Was exhausted after the long day. Fuhhhh! Thanks Ms Mas for the treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wake up. Whole body is in pain, yet i have to attend madrasah. Bluehhs. So far madrasah okay, but my eyes wants to shut whenever ustazah hairani talks. Ugh. Very tiring day. Went back home and sleep all e' way like a pig. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for today. Boringgggg! Ugh, i can't stand it anymore. Tomorrow will be going out with bestfriend and maybe Ikabhy tag along too. Wanna check out for Prom dresses &amp;amp; mask. &amp;amp; Maybe will be dying my hair tomorrow. If its cheap, i dye, if not, i shall have to wait for my salary to be in. Grrr. Anyway, my babyluv is sick currently. Get well soon sayang. Mamam ubat and rest well okay. Imissyou &amp;amp; iloveyou! Meet up soon! Muwaaaaaaahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. I'm done. Byeeee!Takecare. Updated tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*First pic, Camp. Second pic, Pastamania treat by Ms Mas.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1666496420536653726?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1666496420536653726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hellu-here-i-am-updating-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1666496420536653726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1666496420536653726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/11/hellu-here-i-am-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TM56s7-QOYI/AAAAAAAADCg/1wUi5eII5Gg/s72-c/CIMG0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8618936965165508037</id><published>2010-10-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:34:57.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TMbrvqG7MFI/AAAAAAAADCY/ChascawT-Pg/s1600/SAM_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TMbrvqG7MFI/AAAAAAAADCY/ChascawT-Pg/s320/SAM_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532368396260946002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay helluuuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in blogging. School is hectic with camps &amp;amp; outings that will held by this week. Best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things will get more happening ,which i'm already excited about it. Weeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tomorrow, will be going out to ECP. There's an class outing. Am sure, am going to have alot of fun. Also today, stayed back after school to have our dance prac for the upcoming camp which is this friday-saturday. 2 days 1 night only, in school. We had our planning together, since last week and this few days left to the actual camp. Alot of activities for the sec 1n6 students to do. We're trying our best to make the camp alive &amp;amp; interesting so that the juniors will enjoy as well as we're enjoying ourself too with them. Yet, our planning is not fully done. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for today, i was supposed to go for my werk, but i sacrifice my time for the camp. See how nice can i be? Since the boys wanted me to stayed back for the dance prac, so i did. Am not werking this whole week, am busy with camp &amp;amp; other stuffs, so i'll take my werking days next week since there's no school already, and am going to take morning shift. I'm soooo tired of taking the night shift, somehow manager lianshen extended my duration time of werking from 5-9pm to 5-11pm. Sheesh. I hate to do the closing, seriously. By the time i get back home, its going to  strike 12pm and it really wear me off. On the sad note, manager lianshen, my fav manager, will be not in this outlet anymore. He will be going to Vivo. I'm profusely sad. &amp;amp; When he told me his leaving, he sounded really sad that he can't be there with me to guide and everything. I almost cried that night, but i tahan yknow. Sad thing): Hmm, next week his gone! Damn it, by the time i came to werk next week, his not there already. Grrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..alright, i don't want to sound sad here. Well, i think i've said enough already. I don't know what else should i elaborate about to make my post interesting. Eeeek, sumpah ini merepek! Hahaha. I guess that's all for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye, Takecare. Tumblr updated (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8618936965165508037?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8618936965165508037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/okay-helluuuuu-back-in-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8618936965165508037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8618936965165508037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/okay-helluuuuu-back-in-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TMbrvqG7MFI/AAAAAAAADCY/ChascawT-Pg/s72-c/SAM_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8638255799123042649</id><published>2010-10-22T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:08:01.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TMGGqMQhEzI/AAAAAAAADCI/7DEY50Dw7S8/s1600/Photo6812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TMGGqMQhEzI/AAAAAAAADCI/7DEY50Dw7S8/s320/Photo6812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530849876790809394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey! I'm back. First thing first, am so sorry for leaving this blog for quite a long time.  The last day i updated was on Monday 11 Oct,after that Ikabhy help me to update since i can't update my precious blog. Miss blogging though. Usually, i will update the whole time, but since i'm busy with werking, i don't have the time to update, not even once. Soooo, today,i'll update. Gosh, my blog is dead goddamnit! *sob sob*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i've mention before that my N levels are over yet we have to go to school. Which is making the students wasting their precious time. Like seriously. But y'know, its better to go to school rather than sitting at home. At least its beneficial right? Yeaaah. I go to school everyday. Boring but okay, there's always something we can do. Today, we did origami to form an Electra. Its not fully done yet, will be continuing making the origami's first on monday then we might starting to do the structure part. I don't even know what is Electra was all about. Sounds interesting though. Am excited to know more on monday. I'm soooo into in origami's now. I mean, i'm like ADDICTED to it. Its like it is sooo easy to do. I like it ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, what else should i elaborate about? Hmm, oh yeah. My werk. For me, my werking life is hard,tough at the same time tired and sleepy. Its been great to make new friends with my cliques. They were very friendly. Easy to interact with, eventhough i'm shy. The managers were the same too. But there's one manager( its a woman), which always scolded me for something. I'm new girl there, you should be nice to me. Shouldn't be scolding me right infront of the customers with your loud voice. Tak boleh tahan sia perangai dier macam gitu. Tapi i sabar je tau. The other managers will talk to me nicely when i did something wrong. Don't even talk so loud that will make the customers look at us. I just don't understand her. I shall not mention her name. Tak nak burok-burok kan . Tomorrow, i'm werking in the morning shift 12-5pm. Hope she's not werking tomorrow. *Finger crossed* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be too long here. I've to rest, so that i won't be tired or sleepy when i wake up tomorrow. Alright, i guess, that's all for today. Will update again, when i'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye, Takecare! Updated tumblr(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8638255799123042649?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8638255799123042649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8638255799123042649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8638255799123042649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TMGGqMQhEzI/AAAAAAAADCI/7DEY50Dw7S8/s72-c/Photo6812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4011002924534293181</id><published>2010-10-13T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:39:27.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TLWyzvGzeEI/AAAAAAAADCA/Yj_SjemjRcM/s1600/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TLWyzvGzeEI/AAAAAAAADCA/Yj_SjemjRcM/s320/DSC02011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527520719555229762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hey peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ika here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yuyul ask me to update for her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Since she's bz wif sumtink.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Im gonna make it short and simple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've just get a message for yuyul that soon she gonna leave spore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Im really2 down when i heard that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Please dont go bhy.. With who i wanna share my story with ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Only u can understand my feelings.. :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No other ppl can understand me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh my, Why im i crying now...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Without u, im gonna be all alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think i have to stop here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I cnt continue typing now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My tears keep on rolling... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sorry hunney...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tc peeps.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Signing off, Ika(:&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/6213029820302131431-4011002924534293181?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4011002924534293181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4011002924534293181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4011002924534293181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TLWyzvGzeEI/AAAAAAAADCA/Yj_SjemjRcM/s72-c/DSC02011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4700675171613684619</id><published>2010-10-11T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:48:11.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TLMEZqeiwDI/AAAAAAAADB4/lvLvvzUVJg0/s1600/Picture0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TLMEZqeiwDI/AAAAAAAADB4/lvLvvzUVJg0/s320/Picture0840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526766006659366962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today. No school. Rot at home the whole day.&lt;div&gt;It was really boring. I've been spending my time on facebook &amp;amp; tumblr. My all  time favourites. Plus, i watch some online movies. I watched "Aisha". It was a very sweet,sad,romantic movie . Hindustin movie , i'm not wrong. Love the movie man. Weewit ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school is tomorrow. Damn it! Why must we go to school? There's nothing else we can do anyway, but to attend this stupid elective module. It will borinnnnng for sure. Hmpf. &amp;amp; I'm starting werking tomorrow. Bestfriend wants to sent me to werk tomorrow! Yay! I love you bestf! I can't wait to start werk tomorrow. Wish me lucks aye. Okay, i'm blank now. Sorry for a short post, i've got nothing  else to say. So yeaaah. Will update again, proper one.I wanna continuing with my movie marathon(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye, Takecare! Tumblr updated.&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/6213029820302131431-4700675171613684619?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4700675171613684619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4700675171613684619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4700675171613684619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TLMEZqeiwDI/AAAAAAAADB4/lvLvvzUVJg0/s72-c/Picture0840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5110982828540203961</id><published>2010-10-08T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:47:51.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TK7_W8TN4ZI/AAAAAAAADBo/W5H6F9I47I8/s1600/Picture0813.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TK7_W8TN4ZI/AAAAAAAADBo/W5H6F9I47I8/s320/Picture0813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525634562439111058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey! I'm back to blogging! Oh well, i've been leaving this blog for quite a long time. I'm sorry. Busy lately with my N level exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was the last paper i took, which is maths paper 2. I've got no comments about my papers. I'm speechless. Now, i'm happy that everything has already ended. Waiting for results. Damn,i'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, i've got a job at CWP Swensens. I went for an interview today,fadilah accompanied me. The manager was very very friendly, plus we spend the time talking. OMG! His funny &amp;amp; he talk alot! But he got alot of experiences. Since he was 16 year old till now his 24 year old still working at Swensens. Like wow! He can manage with the tough job. Soooo coool! I'm starting werking next week. At the same outlet with my classmate Seiteck. At least i've got friend to werk with. So yeah. I hope next week everything will went smoothly. Hopefully eh^^ Alright, i won't be long here. I wanna rest, after for so long of waiting for interview. Hmpf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye! Takecares. Updated tumblr(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5110982828540203961?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5110982828540203961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-im-back-to-blogging-oh-well-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5110982828540203961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5110982828540203961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-im-back-to-blogging-oh-well-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TK7_W8TN4ZI/AAAAAAAADBo/W5H6F9I47I8/s72-c/Picture0813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8563489949040189189</id><published>2010-09-30T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:28:11.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TKSG8T3dX3I/AAAAAAAADBQ/J47Skp3_61k/s1600/tumblr_l28uw71van1qbsbszo1_500.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TKSG8T3dX3I/AAAAAAAADBQ/J47Skp3_61k/s320/tumblr_l28uw71van1qbsbszo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522687413746229106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, i'm back! ^^&lt;div&gt;Didn't updated yesterday as i'm exhausted. Yesterday school was okay. After school, was the best, met munchkin♥.  We spend the whole time together. &amp;amp; Its was fun. Y'know, i know biee! Heeee ;D School today, was superb ! My gfs make me laugh alot , and i feel so happy-go-lucky. Hehe. Syooiiiiik! But i can't stop coughing, till i feel like i want to puke . Eeeek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i've not been so good lately. What i meant was, i feel unwell. Have been coughing non-stop, itchy eardrums,tired &amp;amp; stress. Stress with my studies. My brain is going to explode with full of words,formulas and everything. Ugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be MIA-ing for awhile. I'm going to focus on my important subjects. Gonna make them pass. So, yeah. I'll be back soon. Don't worry. Am not gonna abandon this precious blog of mine. I'll update, when i'm free. Okay, i won't be too long here. Short, boring, random post today eh? Sorry! I'm going to have a short revision after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, Bye! Updated tumblr(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8563489949040189189?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8563489949040189189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-im-back-didnt-updated-yesterday-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8563489949040189189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8563489949040189189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-im-back-didnt-updated-yesterday-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TKSG8T3dX3I/AAAAAAAADBQ/J47Skp3_61k/s72-c/tumblr_l28uw71van1qbsbszo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1522946073636642364</id><published>2010-09-28T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:11:16.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TKHnoyHJT5I/AAAAAAAADAo/bW2UWQ3OsIo/s1600/SAM_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TKHnoyHJT5I/AAAAAAAADAo/bW2UWQ3OsIo/s320/SAM_1167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521949305965465490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellu.&lt;div&gt;Its tuesday, it is. Yesterday school is fine, but its getting more hectic. Students are starting to staying back in school to study their butt off till evening, even some till night. Semangat! I stayed back yesterday for my SSP Maths. I really really concerntrate on my maths worksheet that Mr Mok gave me. Its time for me to study real hard, so that when i take my N level results, i will be able to put a smile on my face and cried for joy but not cried for regrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, school as usual. But mostly i've been enjoy-ing myself with my girlfriends. So if i had to go to school everyday, i wouldn't mind at all to go, because my girlfriends were always make my day. I've been laughing aloooooot in school with 'em, that is as always. Have been studying and doing homework together. Everything together. Bestbest. I love how everything goes now. But, am a little bit of stressed inside. Too much things to remember, and my brain feels like want to explode, for god sake! English &amp;amp; MT period, watch movie. Watched charlie &amp;amp; the chocolate factory during english period, Wujud 4 during MT period. Both movies, i've already watched it. Wujud 4, not scary already. This is my 2nd time watching it, i swear its getting boring + funny. Heh. Charlie &amp;amp; the chocolate factory, boring as it is! -.-zzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, attend SSP science at the library. Mr Lai supposed to teach my girlfriends and i, but he didn't, he teach the chinese girls. Thank god, Mr tham came. But i don't really like him to teach. His teaching was giving answers, somehow i feel dumb . Spend the time practising/studying the worksheets that were given from Mr tham. From 1.40pm - 4pm. We've been for hours in the library, plus the weather is raining and i was in cold shivering. Brr~ After that, decided to get back home. I had a several headache, but i manage to control. Headed to the canteen, bought some food, was starving. Then slack with nana for awhile near my blk, peace jap, then headed back home. Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, am feeling fatigue. Plus, my throat is killing me. I'm starting to cough. I want to scratch my inside throat ugh! Tak buley tahan. Also feeling a little bit of feverish. Hmpf. Alright,i guess that's all for today, wanna update my tumblr now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye! Takecare. Tagboard is dead. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1522946073636642364?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1522946073636642364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/hellu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1522946073636642364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1522946073636642364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/hellu.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TKHnoyHJT5I/AAAAAAAADAo/bW2UWQ3OsIo/s72-c/SAM_1167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8072519557192390313</id><published>2010-09-25T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:36:47.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJ4CoWfR8tI/AAAAAAAAC_4/M7XbfgZZpp4/s1600/Picture0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJ4CoWfR8tI/AAAAAAAAC_4/M7XbfgZZpp4/s320/Picture0769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520853085457609426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boo! I'm back! Blog is dead. Eeee. Apologies alright? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Busy lately. Yesterday jalan raya with my girlfriends. Banyak punye best. Weewit^^ Every houses we eat, except for Shahiza's house. I was full + bloated. I feel like, my stomach is going to EXPLODE! Oh my gosh. Fadilah house was the last one, and Wanny force me to eat. Macam nak nangis tau); I got no other choice, but to eat. Thanks to shahiza and rasidah for helping me  finished my food. My life saver. Chey. Hehe. We went for 5 houses altogether yesterday. Supposed 11 houses we want to cover, but Fadilah have to go back home early , so we had to go only for 5 houses, the rest will be continuing next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its been a hectic week alright. Tomorrow, madrasah reopen. Okay, i'm lazy to go . Argh!  &amp;amp; also, tomorrow there will be gatherings at mdm rabia's house from 12-2pm. I'm not going, because i'm tired. I'm gonna miss all the fun . Hmm. Its okay, i shall go next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently i don't feel so good. I guess, i eat TOO much of fried foods yesterday or i'm tired. Somehow my body is weak. Haish. I think i should go off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye! Takecares. Updated tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-8072519557192390313?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8072519557192390313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/boo-im-back-blog-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8072519557192390313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/8072519557192390313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/boo-im-back-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJ4CoWfR8tI/AAAAAAAAC_4/M7XbfgZZpp4/s72-c/Picture0769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3785638895962186650</id><published>2010-09-20T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:31:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJczXRd2eNI/AAAAAAAAC-4/AABFOu059sY/s1600/Photo7123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJczXRd2eNI/AAAAAAAAC-4/AABFOu059sY/s320/Photo7123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518936343284447442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No edits, the lightening &amp;amp; make up power ah! hee love it^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i'm back! Sorry for leaving this blog unattended. Been busy lately jalan raya, collecting duit raya luhr macam tak tau i pulak kan. Opps, hehe! Ish, tak luhr eh, bukan mate duitan bodoh -.-" Alright so, i miss updating my blog. The last day i blog was last week. Gosh. Sungguh UN-updated sia aku! Aiyohma * Geling kepale* HAHAHA! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been sleeping very late this few days. Yes, i am tired . Last friday, went out jalan raya with friends. Plan macam cock up ah ! &lt;b&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/b&gt; eh, matair &lt;b&gt;TIDAK &lt;/b&gt;di galakkan bawa, but some people tak paham bahasa, ended up dorang bawa. Plus, kalau muke baik, everything baik tak pe tau, ini tak, muke matrep/minahrep habis, tambah lagi, bawa kawan luar ade yang kenal ade tak. First impression, dah tak baik &amp;amp; tak sopan uh. No offence uh, but i'm stating the facts. I tak suke ah, seriously. Ended up we seperated, because the usuals + myself planned to get rid of 'em. MELUAT ah , tak buley tahan. But we went quite alot of houses in 1 day. Around 7 houses if i'm not wrong. Reach homed around 1.15am. Dad &amp;amp; Mom , sent the usuals back home with a ride of daddy's car. Weewit, i likey ^^Pictures all uploaded at fb. The rest of the days spend my time with family jalan raya(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, woke up late at 7.05am. Rush here and there even woke daddy up from sleeping to sent me to school. Dad scold me real bad); Haish, Sorry luhr. Ter-bangun lambat sheyy. I did set my fone alarm clock, but i can't hear the wake up alarm. Damnit! But lucky, i wasn't that late to school. Phew! School is fine, but boring. Ugh, nothing much to talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a long time i didn't check my fb and tumblr, and when i check on 'em, BOOMZ! Alot of people added me up through fb and alot of people followed me through tumblr. Macam popular sheyy(P!). Hahah, suke nye i . Alright, i wanna update tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&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/6213029820302131431-3785638895962186650?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3785638895962186650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-im-back-sorry-for-leaving-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3785638895962186650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3785638895962186650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-im-back-sorry-for-leaving-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJczXRd2eNI/AAAAAAAAC-4/AABFOu059sY/s72-c/Photo7123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-3931798112328396794</id><published>2010-09-16T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:25:38.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJHovWxF2jI/AAAAAAAAC-I/GJ34-dvH3XU/s1600/Picture0776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJHovWxF2jI/AAAAAAAAC-I/GJ34-dvH3XU/s320/Picture0776.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517446918768548402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back. School is doing fine lately. I just loveeee today ^^. Today's lesson is all English &amp;amp; Maths only, no other subjects. I sukeee ah . English period, watch movie "The Tale of Despereaux", since there's nothing else we should study,because we had already took our english N level written papers and everything. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The movie is nice, really. But we only watch it halfway and will be continuing again tomorrow. Should watch it, because of this cute little mouse named Despereaux, is soooooo adorable with its eyes, nose &amp;amp; BIG ears. Sungguh chomel. I keep on saying cute when i'm watching it, aww! Also that cute little mouse is brave y'know! Ugh, be my pet mouse can can? hehehek, merepek je aku. If got time, you guys go watch it okay(;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards maths, did the Holy Innocent High revision worksheet all e' way. As for today maths lesson, i laugh alot. Really alot! Thanks ah to my girls who make me laugh like one crazy girl who doesn't even realised that lesson is going on. My stomach hurts for laughing too much. aduii! Then had CME period. Did nothing but continuing the maths revision worksheet, since Ms Maslinda wanted us to keep on practice and practice. School ends at around 2.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, Fadilah &amp;amp; Rasidah accompany me to Hougang Mall to bought my contact lense. I didn't bought my contacts at the usual place where i always bout 'em. This time i bought it at the Spectacular Hut. Bought Maxi Eyes Contact lenses, that make your eyes bigger. Niceeeee yknow! I buy 2 contact lenses get another 2 free. I choose the colours, black,brown, grey and maroon. Spend 'em at 56 bucks. Expensive eh! but i used my own money. SO yeahhh. ;D Tomorrow, hari raya outings with the 4t8 boys and girls. Yay! Best, confirm kecoh. Going back home late again i guess. Weewit^^.  Hope things will going well. Don't want any ruins or anything. Alright, that's all for today.Can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-3931798112328396794?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/3931798112328396794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3931798112328396794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/3931798112328396794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJHovWxF2jI/AAAAAAAAC-I/GJ34-dvH3XU/s72-c/Picture0776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-493643688146957803</id><published>2010-09-15T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:03:05.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJCn2YfbOQI/AAAAAAAAC94/T5hRUotGc2o/s1600/SAM_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJCn2YfbOQI/AAAAAAAAC94/T5hRUotGc2o/s320/SAM_1152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517094096257890562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh oh oh, thumbs up for my blogsong^^. Listen to it, niceeeee y'know! I'm addicted to it (; Okaaaaay this is sooo random, hehek! &lt;div&gt;Anyway, today ,i'm early to school. Good improvements heh? For me.  From now onwards i try my best not to be late, because i hate seeing the DM early in the morning. Jyeah. So first 3 periods, PE. Supposed to play handball, but we girls played badminton at the basketball court while the boys played soccer at the hockey pitch. I had fun playing, but i get exhausted after that. Can't even have a rest, because Mr Donald didn't let us stop playing. Sungguh merepek. I penat macam nak pengsan. Lucky i wasn't dehydrated that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After PE, had science. Go through the level test paper which they took yesterday while i'm not in school. Then recess. Didn't eat, appetite lost. Afterwards, EP lesson. Ms goh's topic for today is organs, body parts. I have no idea why must she talk about that anyway? Even she asked us to draw human body, she wanna test us whether we know or not? I was like, WTH! Whut i know is, a brain, heart, lungs, liver,small intestine/big intestine, penis &amp;amp; vagina, that's it and i draw 'em on the paper and it doesn't look like it was supposed to look like. Gosh, i'm soooo NOT good in drawings. Hmpf. Then she give talks about 7 intelligences of human being. After that the last 2 periods, maths. Did the Holy Innocent High revision paper. After that, school ends at 1.40pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to Cp for awhile to accompany riri to buy something after that went back home. Overall today was kinda boring though. Alright, i'm blank now. I'm out of words already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr  updated.Kay, bye! :D&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/6213029820302131431-493643688146957803?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/493643688146957803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-oh-oh-thumbs-up-for-my-blogsong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/493643688146957803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/493643688146957803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-oh-oh-thumbs-up-for-my-blogsong.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TJCn2YfbOQI/AAAAAAAAC94/T5hRUotGc2o/s72-c/SAM_1152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-5859190088223171125</id><published>2010-09-14T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:23:33.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TI8weXWHxSI/AAAAAAAAC9w/yqXbbVVCwuw/s1600/Picture0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TI8weXWHxSI/AAAAAAAAC9w/yqXbbVVCwuw/s320/Picture0678.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516681366773155106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need you around &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I haven’t left you alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something about you it’s there in your eyes, everything i’m looking for I seem to find&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All this time away is killing me inside I need you every single time. I'm still waiting for your text. Baby, nothing means anything unless your here to share with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can cry, I can bleed, I can die in my sleep cause your always there in my dreams. I find it hard to sleep if you still stay like this towards me)';&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, i didn't went to school. Yes, i skipped school ^^. I've told mom yesterday night that i'm superduper lazy to go to school. Permission accepted. Mom said, " Naughty girl eh, ponteng jer!" with her cute voice. Nak step cute luhr tuh. Heek. Adorable betol ah mummyku nie kan. Huhu. I woke up at 9+am. Surprisingly, my eyes were kinda swollen up after i had a long night awake in my bed doing nothing just staring at the ceiling and thinking of something that makes me cried out of all a sudden. -.-" I had roti prata for breakfast. After that, had my shower. &amp;amp; I did nothing at homie just facebook-ing, listening to some songs.Okay, Borinngggg now! I guess that's all for today. Boring post for a boring day i had.&lt;br /&gt;I want to update my tumblr. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-5859190088223171125?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/5859190088223171125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-you-around-for-every-day-to_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5859190088223171125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/5859190088223171125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-you-around-for-every-day-to_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TI8weXWHxSI/AAAAAAAAC9w/yqXbbVVCwuw/s72-c/Picture0678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-1064537176747282554</id><published>2010-09-13T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:48:07.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tangisan Rindu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TI3WnsUcbkI/AAAAAAAAC8w/bZkQOgcsE9Q/s1600/Picture0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TI3WnsUcbkI/AAAAAAAAC8w/bZkQOgcsE9Q/s320/Picture0767.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516301095998877250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Munchkin♥ get over it will ya? I did explain to you truthfully, why can't you just believe me? Its been 4 days you didn't even replied or text me. I've been waiting);  I NEED YOU BADLY!!! )'; I cried every night, because you did this to me. Its hurting bie. You never did this to me. I can never be happy again, if you continue doing this. I can't even have a proper sleep. Sampai bila you nak macam gini biey? Till the end of this year? I've tell you the truth, its up to you to believe me. I love you more than anyone elses. I miss you love. Text me please)'; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a hard time sleeping last night. Keep on tossing in the bed for like 5 times more and i'm awake for 2 times at 3 &amp;amp; 4 am. My mind can't be peace. Something bothering me this lately and for that i was late to school for my N level CPA Pratical coursework today. Must be in school by 9am, and i just woke up . I was in a rush. I received 2 calls from Wanny. Had an quick shower, called Wanny, after that doll up to get ready for school. Ask Dad to sent me to school. Reach school around 9+am. Thank god, there's an quarantine time. Rush like one bitch yknow. Hah. Okay so, the exam was super duper easy! I like. Everyone said it was easy. Yeah. A1 okay. * Finger crossed* After exam, went back home straight. Wasn't in the mood actually plus the weather is not so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is tomorrow. I yet don't feel like going. I'm lack of sleep, body is weak &amp;amp; heavy eyebags. Today i went to school, fadilah asked, what's wrong with me? Why do i look sooo pale? I told her, i got not enough of sleep and i'm tired. Sungguh penat luhr last few days. Hopefully, i won't be fall sick -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year , i wasn't really in the mood of jalan hari raya, but i enjoy collection! Hehek. Alright, now i'm blank. Wanna update tumblr now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-1064537176747282554?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1064537176747282554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/munchkin-get-over-it-will-ya-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1064537176747282554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/1064537176747282554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/munchkin-get-over-it-will-ya-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TI3WnsUcbkI/AAAAAAAAC8w/bZkQOgcsE9Q/s72-c/Picture0767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-28497657196181712</id><published>2010-09-09T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:13:09.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIjV4W0nlzI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/3EA8GURiKAY/s1600/Photo6923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIjV4W0nlzI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/3EA8GURiKAY/s320/Photo6923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514892907890841394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepada semua umat Islam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di bulan Raya ini, i nak mintak maaf jikalau i ada buat kesilapan besar atau kecik. Minta ampun yer! Yang sudah lepas, jangan di ingati sampai ketua. Heek! Halalkan makan minum saye yer. Saye harap semua akan menyabut Hari Raya besok dengan meriyah! Jangan lupe main bunga api! Heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, i'm feeling tired. The whole day i spend cleaning my room all alone! Yknow i was fed-up with sister because she was supposed to clean the room with me since we share the room together, but she didnt. How pathetic is that! Now, the room is clean, left with sister's stuff and the makeup area. I'm not gonna do those, let her did it by herself. Heh. So, this year hari raya will not be a fun one i guess, because at the meantime i'm also having my N level exams. Stress stress stress. Sodeh sia kene belajar. Haish. My main focus was on the weakest subjects. Bestfriend gonna help me ! Yay. Okay-okay, i wanna update tumblr now. Just a short post for today because i'm out of words, otak blank.  I will update a proper soon.Kay , Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Camat Ari Rayer Semua!&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/6213029820302131431-28497657196181712?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/28497657196181712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-kepada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/28497657196181712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/28497657196181712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-kepada.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIjV4W0nlzI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/3EA8GURiKAY/s72-c/Photo6923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-2051537650553081799</id><published>2010-09-06T10:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:19:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIRbI7G4pDI/AAAAAAAAC7w/zXpcIoa5SyE/s1600/Picture0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIRbI7G4pDI/AAAAAAAAC7w/zXpcIoa5SyE/s320/Picture0703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513632052671980594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had my N level MT paper written just now. All i gotta say is, it was an average paper, quite easy too. I don't know how to describe on how the paper was. The paper starts at 8am - 8.31am. Went off home, after that Ikabhy called. Decided to meet up. So i went down again, to meet up with Phy &amp;amp; Ikabhy. Peace at the nearby blk, after that headed back home. I'm going back to school later at 1.20+pm. Gonna take my 2nd paper which is English LC. Hopefully, i won't fall asleep. Ears, its time for you to listen carefully alright. Heek.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, going to study with bestfriend at bugis NLB. Then going  to accompany her to buy her hari raya shoes. Best nyer dapat beli, i jealous! Sobsob. Heh. Anyway, thanks to everyone who wished me goodluck through my facebook post &amp;amp; that includes zana too, for giving me text message. Thankiue, i really appreciate it lots(: Somehow you guys really give me the support, that i really need it. I'm going to study very hard alright &amp;amp; get good grades. Insyallah, with god's willing, i will pass. Amin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for today, everyone in the house are having diarrhoea sickness that includes me too. All thanks to the yesterday's food we eat. This is really sickening. But thankgod, i'm not that worst than the rest, who keep on going to the toilet. Poor them. Keh. I won't be too long here. I'm going to update my tumblr now, then i'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/6213029820302131431-2051537650553081799?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2051537650553081799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-had-my-n-level-mt-paper-written-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2051537650553081799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/2051537650553081799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-had-my-n-level-mt-paper-written-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIRbI7G4pDI/AAAAAAAAC7w/zXpcIoa5SyE/s72-c/Picture0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-4415501403713486178</id><published>2010-09-05T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:35:39.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIOIKzWsYyI/AAAAAAAAC7g/YwSNXhHYfsk/s1600/DSCF0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIOIKzWsYyI/AAAAAAAAC7g/YwSNXhHYfsk/s320/DSCF0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513400087997080354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 1 Year 8 Months Anniversary Dad[A]cap♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its great to have you around in my life. I appreciate you in every way. Everyday, i think of you, and i'm very fortunate to have you. Now then, i realise that i really need you by my side. I can't imagine how my life would be without you. I bet it will be miserable and totally different. Let this relationship last till where we can . Honey, i love you alot sayang♥♥–. Muaaaaahhhh! :-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today , didn't went to madrasah. Cabot to meet bestfriend. Met her at the bustop as usual, and she's late! I waited for so long y'know.Grrr! So, afterwards we headed off to NLB. Bestfriend as promised, teaches me maths. I love the way she teaches me, simple method + i understand too. Sukenye i ! Hehehe. Study till 12+pm. I called dad earlier, to inform that i will be going back home late to study with bestfriend. GREEN LIGHT from dad. I happy, i thought he wouldn't let me. After that, went window shopping at Bugis Junction. Reaches home at 1+pm. After that went out with family to had our Photoshoot at the Picture Me studio. I really had fun taking photos in different kind of poses. We spend the photo taking at $188 bucks. Wow, quite cheap though. So,i just can't wait to get those albums as soon as possible. Confirm lawa! Hee, tak sabar(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, N level exam is tomorrow, i'm feeling nervous right now. 1st paper is MT written. 2nd paper is English LC. I know i can do it. Pray hard. Goodluck to the rest who are taking N level exams tomorrow too! Do your best, i'm sure you all can make it. Believe in yourself. God will help(: Tomorrow, after school going out to study with Bestfriend. Then accompany her to bought her hari raya shoes at bugis or either at novena.  Weee, gonna help her choose the nicest high heels. Bestbest! Teehee. Okay , i wanna update my tumblr now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Byeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6213029820302131431-4415501403713486178?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4415501403713486178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-1-year-8-months-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4415501403713486178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/4415501403713486178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-1-year-8-months-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TIOIKzWsYyI/AAAAAAAAC7g/YwSNXhHYfsk/s72-c/DSCF0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-25784394556678</id><published>2010-09-03T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:58:07.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TID_T4SPIHI/AAAAAAAAC7I/miuOgsMcr1k/s1600/SAM_0479.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/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TID_T4SPIHI/AAAAAAAAC7I/miuOgsMcr1k/s320/SAM_0479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686660892958834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hihihihi! I'm back(;&lt;div&gt;I just loveeeee today! Simply because, i meet Munckin♥ after school. I happy okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He look sooo decent + cute with his new haircut. Alahai, cair~ Hehehe. I really had fun with you just now. Alot of topics we talk about and i still can't forget the silly faces we make and ended up bursting out laughing. Haha! Super funny! I like it ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school is fine. Nothing much happen on the fridays. What a random day. Oh my! Bytheway, N level is just next week. God, i'm not really ready yet + i'm scared. Can i make it? Hopefully i can. Wish me lucks okay. Next week, will be busy studying my butt off and i'm not sure if i have the time to update. My malay girls are planning to make an study group just for us. While my primary school friends are also planning to meet up and study together at Seng Kang Pri . They have been busy talking about this through facebook, even sent me a message about this. Kecoh habis. I don't know, if i can manage this plannings because i might be rushing here and there. To those who asked me out to study, keep in touch with me alright. Beep me when you need to(; Date,time &amp;amp; venue confirm it first, don't give me a last mins plans, because i may not make it . Jyeah, am looking forward to this.Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari Raya is coming. 7 more days to go. Weeeewit! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Bye! I wanna update tumblr now.  Random post for random day. Hah!&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/6213029820302131431-25784394556678?l=those-blood-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/25784394556678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/hihihihi-im-back-i-just-loveeeee-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/25784394556678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213029820302131431/posts/default/25784394556678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-blood-roses.blogspot.com/2010/09/hihihihi-im-back-i-just-loveeeee-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14255886886840593630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/St1pfAWwcgI/AAAAAAAAA70/QIbuOQ2ExJo/S220/8429_1256151444746_1258384535_30725066_1039506_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TID_T4SPIHI/AAAAAAAAC7I/miuOgsMcr1k/s72-c/SAM_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213029820302131431.post-8392495764048782946</id><published>2010-09-01T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:13:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TH5MeqG9xuI/AAAAAAAAC54/yO6u7bicuMQ/s1600/Photo6816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShjU8nzXk_E/TH5MeqG9xuI/AAAAAAAAC54/yO6u7bicuMQ/s320/Photo6816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511927083531355874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently, i'm chatting + facebook-ing. I feel awkward and weird because my ex-boyfriend azfaar is contacting me back through msn. He started chatting with me since yesterday afternoon. And he said he miss me. He miss the way i give him advice and all. Even he regret for not spending enough time with me, the time when we are together. Okay, now then you feel regret after what you have done to me? Its the past already, you should be happy that we are over now. I don't really like when my ex suddenly pop-out from nowhere for such a long time and start to regret the things that they did badly to me. Somehow, he give me the creeps!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, facebook is thumbs up for me. Primary school mates started to appear and started to get back in touch with me. Weee! A few minutes ago, i've just added Muhaimy that handsome guy . Oh yes, i miss him. Still he looks the same. No difference, i thought he would end up like a matrep, but nah! Now, he is planning to meet up with all our primary school mates and go back to Seng Kang Pri to study there and asked Mr Lau to teach us. To me, i don't think its a good idea to study there, i mean Mr lau will be busy too right. But its a good idea to meet up together, somehow its like a reunion. Macam best gitu eh. We're gonna keep in touch (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, went out to geylang with mom,dad &amp;amp; sister. As mom promised me that she's gonna buy new clothes for me. YAY! So headed to geylang in the afternoon. Spend our time at the Pasar &amp;amp; Joo Chiat Complex too. We didn't go to bazaar, because i'm lazy and tired eventhough i didn't fasting. I bought 2 baju raya for this year. This year's family colour is green! Munchkin♥ favourite colour tuh! Hehe. Afterwards, around 5+pm headed back home. I tried those 2 clothes that i bought, and they fit nicely on me. Even my mom said that i look like a datin. Hahaha! Merepek je mummy nie tau^^. I left with shoes and bags and accessories. Mom nak gie shopping lagik! Belom cukup lagik!! I'm gonna ask mummy out one day to shopping. Heee. Gosh, school is tomorrow! Lazy uh. Hmpf. But i can't wait to meet munchkin♥ on friday. I miss him alot though. &amp;amp; I really really need to start studying soon! Keh, i wanna update my tumblr now. 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