<?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-8910439898536198548</id><updated>2011-10-10T10:03:59.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Autumn~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4911365682348748078</id><published>2010-12-05T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:10:54.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2009 song~ i think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril Lavigne - Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I think about the little things that make life great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-Chorus-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This innocence is brilliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope that it will stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This moment is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;please don't go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'll hold on to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;don't you let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Feel calm I belong, I'm so happy here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-Bridge-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah 2009 song..(?) Ya know, when i first heard this song i fell in lurve with it straight away. (thank euu Mun!!) And, it also reminded me of last year. I really felt what the lyrics wus talkin about. |D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it sucks when reality starts hitting ur face haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And whenever i listened to this song, it always gave me that feeling of peace, even just for a little while, and it felt goood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today i tried it again, but it didn't work anymore. And this may confuse you but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm glad it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this post makes no sense, good on you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4911365682348748078?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4911365682348748078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4911365682348748078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4911365682348748078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4911365682348748078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/12/2009-song-i-think.html' title='A 2009 song~ i think.'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2998653054826301275</id><published>2010-09-10T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:03:17.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposé</title><content type='html'>Don't ask. I'm just feeling sooo exposed right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm gonna be goin on a blog hiatus (like i'm not already on 1 xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(completely pointless post hahahaa *shot*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2998653054826301275?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2998653054826301275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2998653054826301275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2998653054826301275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2998653054826301275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/09/expose.html' title='Exposé'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1179745617899271840</id><published>2010-08-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T05:54:15.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namesake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well i don't know exactly what the title means. but let's focus on the 'name' part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My sis was randomly going through Urban Dictionary and did you know you could look up your name??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So yea im copying her and doing that too xD (dunkillme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The thing about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; is that they don't give you a direct meaning. Well from what i learn la so far. If im wrong just correct me i never used that site till today... eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After alotta different meanings from different people, i noticed alotta Zoe's are bitches ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Like here's an example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="definition"&gt;"Pyshco &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; from hell. Also a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slut &lt;/span&gt;who wants an  alien baby. Shes willing to sleep with any guy around but cant get any  smart ones because they know she has millions of stds."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="example"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg. Ew that skank is zoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Uh huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well there's some good ones too at least =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel bad just for having that name now. I really hope im not one of those people @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;There's also weird definitions for it like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="definition"&gt;"A zoe is the street name for an ounce of weight. It is the abbreviated Oz. backwards with an "e" at the end."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;eg. How much for a half zoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;hehehee half zoe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So... yea there's no real definition for our names huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok im kinda done here. I also found some other names =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="definition"&gt;The most wonderful girl I will ever meet, she's  pretty, smart, kind, funny....I could go on forever! I love her and she  doesn't even know it...Definately the coolest person in the world.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"See her? That's Kelly she's the coolest person ever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Caitlen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="definition"&gt;A fine ass chick. Aka "hot stuff"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Damn! That Caitlen is a fine piece of ass. (the only thing that came out. sowwy xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A person of true beauty. A girl with such a kind personality that anyone  will simply fall in love with. A Cheryl will help anyone out without  hesitation. They have trusting blue eyes and large bussoms. (sorry, i keep on thinking your name is Monique ^^")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="definition"&gt;An angel, a princess, your boo, someone special to you, and a perfect person.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;you're such katherine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;marie is a french sexy lady who normally does crazy stuff out of the ordinary which usually makes people laugh. She is very entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;look at marie, she's standing on the table with a weird hat on and shades while talking to these hot guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="definition"&gt;A sweet compassionate girl that finds the beauty in everything. She is always willing to give a helping hand. Everyone loves her as soon as they meet her. Tends to be very sexy and confident. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Going on a mission trip to Ukraine is such a Kimberly thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Don't kill me if you hate it &gt;&lt; -hides- You should try it out it's fun~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1179745617899271840?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1179745617899271840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1179745617899271840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1179745617899271840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1179745617899271840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/08/namesake.html' title='Namesake'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5633231470485496869</id><published>2010-07-27T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T04:18:42.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zapple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TE6_CekO1PI/AAAAAAAAANE/fH8fgKpPjO0/s1600/zapple.+argh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TE6_CekO1PI/AAAAAAAAANE/fH8fgKpPjO0/s320/zapple.+argh.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498542244351628530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was edited from this! (see below~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TE6_CAlQYlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cOEwzrfFNtg/s1600/zapple%28red%291.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TE6_CAlQYlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cOEwzrfFNtg/s320/zapple%28red%291.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498542236302860882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol, im hopeless.&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/8910439898536198548-5633231470485496869?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5633231470485496869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5633231470485496869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5633231470485496869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5633231470485496869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/07/zapple.html' title='Zapple'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TE6_CekO1PI/AAAAAAAAANE/fH8fgKpPjO0/s72-c/zapple.+argh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-813764308530518404</id><published>2010-07-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:33:34.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms paint noob</title><content type='html'>Yea so, i've been playing with microsoft paint more often than before now. And... cause im too chicken to post it on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; i decided to post it here!&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's just 2 drawings xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TDICUiY9llI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dSs0eDvx4ws/s1600/unknown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TDICUiY9llI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dSs0eDvx4ws/s320/unknown.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490453447570200146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uh, the black &amp;amp; white 1 has no name. The name Cameron keeps coming back but i don't think it's perfect for her &gt;&lt;.. i shall call her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-StareEyes-&lt;/span&gt; for fun&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; 8D&lt;br /&gt;She does look a bit scary... Gotta work on expressions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TDICUDvR8qI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0Z8TCzIrp5I/s1600/Skittles.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TDICUDvR8qI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0Z8TCzIrp5I/s320/Skittles.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490453439342310050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, i love this one so much! It came out better than expected, cos i was like, doing this since 1 am till 3+ am... i keep on editting ok! =.=&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, i call this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Skittles-&lt;/span&gt; :D taste the rainbow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm that's about it. Yes it is a good idea to NOT post it on dA right...&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/8910439898536198548-813764308530518404?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/813764308530518404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=813764308530518404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/813764308530518404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/813764308530518404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/07/ms-paint-noob.html' title='Ms paint noob'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TDICUiY9llI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dSs0eDvx4ws/s72-c/unknown.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-998584107959762734</id><published>2010-06-29T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:06:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a touchy issues...</title><content type='html'>I'ts alive! My blog's alive!! *brushes off cobwebs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much people are blogging nowadays... i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Well for me it's cause,&lt;br /&gt;-Nothin' interesting to say&lt;br /&gt;-Lazy&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, totally ran outa ideas. SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my topic. Well, for those people who don't really know me or at least, don't sit around to me in school, i noticed i have this annoying habit of prodding people xD&lt;br /&gt;Izit normal? i mean, i only do that to call them so i think it's pretty normal right?&lt;br /&gt;But neverdaless, it shall stop cause c'mon, invading people's personal space here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TCnvqmq0KwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8qJrYAWeD84/s1600/turbopoke.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 33px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TCnvqmq0KwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8qJrYAWeD84/s320/turbopoke.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488181136141331202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-998584107959762734?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/998584107959762734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=998584107959762734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/998584107959762734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/998584107959762734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-touchy-issues.html' title='I have a touchy issues...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/TCnvqmq0KwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8qJrYAWeD84/s72-c/turbopoke.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1095986239988519161</id><published>2010-05-21T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T05:05:23.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small reference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S_Z1fTzwyRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/E7x27c9v8KI/s1600/bab6+subtopic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S_Z1fTzwyRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/E7x27c9v8KI/s320/bab6+subtopic.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473691577869191442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i don't have so much free time on my hands! (well, maybe.. but you cant prove anything!)&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try summarizing history, you know. but i took so much time to draw and everything i just gave up on that =,=&lt;br /&gt;So i just did 1 subtopic 8D&lt;br /&gt;This 1's about... nvm it's already written there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, for those who still didn't know... MATHS ONI UNTIL CHAP 1-7! NOT 10!&lt;br /&gt;That pn. chong la! ish!! she totally made us pressure on an extra 3 chapters! that's it, i no semangat for maths anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1095986239988519161?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1095986239988519161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1095986239988519161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1095986239988519161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1095986239988519161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/05/small-reference.html' title='Small reference'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S_Z1fTzwyRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/E7x27c9v8KI/s72-c/bab6+subtopic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2620611948243097600</id><published>2010-04-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:06:03.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These past few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;This is just a quick update on what's been going on on my side lately. It ain't a lot... sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well, i've learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;- Every second friggin counts. Had to stand during perhimpunan just cos i was literally 1 second late. They show NO merceh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;- Caterpillars can shed their skin if they wanted to... o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;- Love IS blind. Ok, not love lar... After the liking-ness is over, you'll start banging ur head while saying "Him? Seriously??" Im gonna be open here and say, i used to have a crush on... some-guy-in-the-same-class-as-me-sitting-in-front-of-toot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;- Like in Facebook, you can make a stray dog follow you by looking them in the eyes. So cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;- Choir is fun. When Anna comes! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeaaa pretty much updated till today. They're not exactly updates just lessons. i think. Anyways, nothin much to talk about &gt;_&lt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDITTED A FEW MINUTES LATER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People have been playing the rating game in school for quite awhile. lol, i just remembered. My school is like going through phases...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, some1 brought a wordsearch book to school (you know, that game when we have to search for words?) And it is strangely addictive (hey dun blame us, nth really happens at class =/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Suddenly other people started playing it too. Haha, it's like a virus. A very, lame virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the next week, everything just stopped. Nobody played it anymore. I didn't even notice till Haritha pointed it out. Then that week was like, Truth or Dare week :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Up to this week, rating loh. It's not fair, how come gals and guys rate girls but WE dun rate guys =~= Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;When i look back at my post, i feel like im in Primary school ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2620611948243097600?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2620611948243097600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2620611948243097600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2620611948243097600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2620611948243097600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-past-few-days.html' title='These past few days'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2300291776721644508</id><published>2010-04-22T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T06:59:22.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whut's going on?</title><content type='html'>It feels like time's slowing down... o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not a real post xD i honestly have nothin bloggable at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, except i found this cool neverbeforeseenbymebutthoughti'veseenbefore caterpillar!! badabing!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, me sucha weirdo no? it better turn into a butterfly and not a moth ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigahiga had alotta new vids 0.o either that or i found out late la... so i've been on a nigahiga spree for a few days xD my favourite 1 was about skitzo : valentine's day. go check it out yerself i lazy post it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? nth much bloggable. i shall put a pic of me caterpillar for remembrance before it flies away~ *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S9BVhwA98QI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xb7V3XnfKmg/s1600/mylovelycaterpillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S9BVhwA98QI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xb7V3XnfKmg/s320/mylovelycaterpillar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960386313416962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says nick garbutt (lol, garbutt...) cos it's not really MY caterpillar. see, my cam is a ***** and the card reader cant read the card anyway so... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how much is a new camera...&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/8910439898536198548-2300291776721644508?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2300291776721644508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2300291776721644508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2300291776721644508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2300291776721644508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/04/whuts-going-on.html' title='Whut&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S9BVhwA98QI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xb7V3XnfKmg/s72-c/mylovelycaterpillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4768122575005041431</id><published>2010-04-12T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:45:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Ya</title><content type='html'>Are you desperate?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously don't you have other people around to bother?&lt;br /&gt;Ya know you're the reason why i try appearing off all da time...&lt;br /&gt;But i can't do that all the time see. Cause there's this group on msn when you have to appear online to chat.&lt;br /&gt;MUST YOU MSG ME EVERYTIME I GO ONLINE!?&lt;br /&gt;you need to give people a break from you!&lt;br /&gt;you think people are busy, they're AVOIDING you.&lt;br /&gt;People block you.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i don't.&lt;br /&gt;When im not online, you'll sms.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna chat 24/7 izit??? Talk to your plants la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh i be honest here....&lt;br /&gt;You're kinda irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thick-skinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad he don't know my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4768122575005041431?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4768122575005041431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4768122575005041431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4768122575005041431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4768122575005041431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-ya.html' title='To: Ya'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6362818409726746574</id><published>2010-03-14T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:35:55.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleadin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ok as i promised, here's da rumah kuning cheerleading. It was awesomeee! xD Im not saying the others aren't la, they rock too okeh! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxjVLQuxPYI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxjVLQuxPYI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sorry, i cant seem to upload the vid atm so... here's the crappy link! ^^" ill get it right when i figure out how to xD Scratch that, IF i figure out how to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ok! figured out how to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Thank you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Terance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxjVLQuxPYI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxjVLQuxPYI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6362818409726746574?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6362818409726746574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6362818409726746574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6362818409726746574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6362818409726746574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheerleadin.html' title='Cheerleadin&apos;'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2883067073208618455</id><published>2010-03-12T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:05:38.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me lesson for today...</title><content type='html'>Today i decided not to go to Sports Day cause i thought hey, no point right? nothin to do there oso... Then i realised... Staying at home makes no difference =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get a life xD But on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;!!RUMAH KUNING WON 2ND PLACE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; place in Cheerleadin ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo regretting that i missed it all! Ah well, that's what youtube's for ;) Gonna upload it when or if i find the clearest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the lesson: Sheesh! Think about doing or in this case, NOT doing somethin before you regret!! *knocks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2883067073208618455?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2883067073208618455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2883067073208618455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2883067073208618455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2883067073208618455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-lesson-for-today.html' title='Me lesson for today...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2533474284188964186</id><published>2010-03-03T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:02:22.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The shower post (it's short)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4493VcroAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UeHvBJzfKYw/s1600-h/1999-06-05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4493VcroAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UeHvBJzfKYw/s320/1999-06-05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444357020397051906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry, just loved the pic so much xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Who else bathes in cold water nowadays? It's so refreshing! especially with the weather like that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Im sure im not the only one blogging about the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid global warming... ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;OK back to showers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you know cold showers are good for you? It actually has loads of benefits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good for your skin&lt;/span&gt;- Warm water opens the pores and cold water closes em. So after you washed up, it's best to close em up again wit cold water. It also reduces swelling and helps wit those dark circles around the eyes! (this is so handy for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair more healthy&lt;/span&gt;- Cold water makes ur hair look healthier and shinier~ 8D It also helps in slowing down overall hair loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better circulation&lt;/span&gt;- This one needs to switch between hot and cold numerous times so blah wit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mental benefits&lt;/span&gt; (im sure all of you nee- WANT this)- "The ancient samurai warriors used to pour buckets of cold river water on their heads every morning in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; practice called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Misogi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;. They believe that it cleansed their spirit and helped start a new day &amp;amp; new adventure fresh." (copied directly). No wonder they can move so fast la... It also obviously wakes you up in da morn, but i don't do this in the wee morning. Tried once, never doing it again *shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But the key is to not torture yourself *unless you're a sick masochist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*reads article again* oh. ohhhh. it says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use cold water at the END of your showers&lt;/span&gt;. My bad ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(rujukan dari http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/2008/04/4-reasons-why-you-need-to-take-cold-showers/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh! since im at it, let's share this post with a little wish:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYSELF! lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;happy birthday to me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i like to watch Glee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;tomato taste like suck~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;No time to make it rhyme properly, sorry xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I would like to give a big warm hug and thanks to those people who wished me today and to that person who gave me gifts, you're overly kind ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And also to the person who gave meh the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; puff, thanks but please tell me who you are!! =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2533474284188964186?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2533474284188964186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2533474284188964186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2533474284188964186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2533474284188964186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/03/shower-post-its-short.html' title='The shower post (it&apos;s short)'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4493VcroAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UeHvBJzfKYw/s72-c/1999-06-05.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1722758201965223134</id><published>2010-02-28T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:25:02.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da secret of Da acre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4qI88rMwtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xZ7qAOR42sQ/s1600-h/the+secret+of+moonacre2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4qI88rMwtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xZ7qAOR42sQ/s320/the+secret+of+moonacre2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443313680291513042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;That was what i bought in Ipoh in a 3 for RM10 deal 0.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yea wasn't so worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;But it looks promising right~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Now i know why i didn't know about the show be4 &gt;&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The show wasnt that bad la but maybe cause i was reeeally desperate that day (boredom attack like gila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The story was mostly about pride and how it destroys us and the girl was a moon princess and she was gonna save their world or somethin like that... Credits to the story, but it wasn't so well directed... (same director as Golden Compass and Bridge to Terabithia 0.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Everything was... weird. Or mayb i wasnt paying attention to it much la XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyways! the only reason why i liked the show is cause of the guy!! eeee!! He was the bad guy of the story at 1st, then he turned good cos he liked that stupid princess girl... dun google him, you'll say he look like suck. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;i admit, weird guys attract me. well, some &gt;&lt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;There's also another cover for the movie... but it's not the main cover (but it's way better than the top 1 no? xP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4qI9bXYcKI/AAAAAAAAAME/YW0jqxivN2w/s1600-h/the-secret-of-moonacre011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4qI9bXYcKI/AAAAAAAAAME/YW0jqxivN2w/s320/the-secret-of-moonacre011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443313688529891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(i used to call it Secret of the Monarc xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;the words weren't clear on the cover)&lt;/span&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/8910439898536198548-1722758201965223134?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1722758201965223134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1722758201965223134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1722758201965223134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1722758201965223134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/02/da-secret-of-da-acre.html' title='Da secret of Da acre'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S4qI88rMwtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xZ7qAOR42sQ/s72-c/the+secret+of+moonacre2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-962451138416045310</id><published>2010-02-18T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:10:50.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OY update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dedicated to my good friend and ever annoying sista, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cait Foo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S31zqllEygI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cA4nP8F5_48/s1600-h/thetalkabout%24%24.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S31zqllEygI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cA4nP8F5_48/s320/thetalkabout%24%24.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439631100412742146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Whaaat?? It was a promise...&lt;/span&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/8910439898536198548-962451138416045310?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/962451138416045310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=962451138416045310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/962451138416045310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/962451138416045310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/02/oy-update.html' title='The OY update'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S31zqllEygI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cA4nP8F5_48/s72-c/thetalkabout%24%24.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5253303155408725171</id><published>2010-02-18T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T05:01:35.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizfarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="text_block"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I got this at Anni's blog xD was bored (was interested actually) and i go tried it out! This is mah result...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You Scored as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Musical/Rhythmic learner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You like to: Sing, hum, listen the music, play an instrument and move to the music. You highlight in: Singing, recognizing sounds, remembering melodies, notice rhythms and tones and maintaining the time. You learn better: When listening music, rhythms, melodies and songs. You can improve your weakest areas too. Want to know how? There are many articles on Internet: http://www.google.com/search?q=Multiple+Intelligences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;span id="graph_block"&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Musical/Rhythmic learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;79%&lt;/td&gt;                          &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Visual/Spatial learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="74%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt;                          &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Corporal/Kinesthetic learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="68%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;68%&lt;/td&gt;                          &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Logical/Mathematical Learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="65%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;65%&lt;/td&gt;                          &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Intrapersonal learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt;                          &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Verbal/Linguistic learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;                          &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Naturalist learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="51%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;51%&lt;/td&gt;                          &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Interpersonal learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                                 &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="48%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="40"&gt;48%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Wanna try it out? Juz to warn you, the quiz is friggin long and i know you'll get tired of it eventually. For me is different case kk xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Here's da linky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/new/profesorrod/8-multiple-intelligences-test/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(i wonder how do people change the links into other words like "click here" and stuff. help. blog noob here...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-5253303155408725171?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5253303155408725171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5253303155408725171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5253303155408725171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5253303155408725171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/02/quizfarm.html' title='Quizfarm'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5381834200970295344</id><published>2010-02-12T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T05:34:14.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aojTUphAI/AAAAAAAAALc/fhgTWwxjoPE/s1600-h/dailyroutine1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aojTUphAI/AAAAAAAAALc/fhgTWwxjoPE/s320/dailyroutine1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437718924532220930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aoRmle3jI/AAAAAAAAALU/nLnUnFceKH4/s1600-h/dailyroutine2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aoRmle3jI/AAAAAAAAALU/nLnUnFceKH4/s320/dailyroutine2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437718620465454642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aoRTN40sI/AAAAAAAAALM/CfmHFJ8luDk/s1600-h/dailyroutine3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aoRTN40sI/AAAAAAAAALM/CfmHFJ8luDk/s320/dailyroutine3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437718615266218690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3apbAq1a9I/AAAAAAAAALs/37BX6Loi5a0/s1600-h/dailyroutine4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3apbAq1a9I/AAAAAAAAALs/37BX6Loi5a0/s320/dailyroutine4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437719881597676498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3apa1qTvOI/AAAAAAAAALk/x7sYtHfMM48/s1600-h/dailyroutine5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3apa1qTvOI/AAAAAAAAALk/x7sYtHfMM48/s320/dailyroutine5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437719878642679010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aoQu0WtxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5nDhJ-57EWI/s1600-h/dailyroutine7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aoQu0WtxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5nDhJ-57EWI/s320/dailyroutine7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437718605495449362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The End.&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/8910439898536198548-5381834200970295344?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5381834200970295344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5381834200970295344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5381834200970295344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5381834200970295344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-routine.html' title='Daily routine'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S3aojTUphAI/AAAAAAAAALc/fhgTWwxjoPE/s72-c/dailyroutine1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-8327566562139539034</id><published>2010-01-29T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:40:12.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything seems so bliss... weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S2PuyKkf9qI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wizzM54tH3E/s1600-h/_Bliss__by_moroka323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S2PuyKkf9qI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wizzM54tH3E/s320/_Bliss__by_moroka323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432448121137264290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....Staring at the blank page....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's not blank no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok hmm... Choir is nice! Now that we have new members, loads and loads of new members, I just feel like this is gonna be a good year =)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently im the unofficial back-up pianist... not good. i cant take the tension! seriously. i get too nervous which makes me blank out @@ Jas helppp! ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's great. sorta. There's 1 teacher that's especially nice and funny, Cik Nurul Aima~ haha. She makes Sivik so fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;better than Pn. Latipah ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope i won't/will have to change class. All i want is to hav friends there really. Belian looks so fun!! == At least Cheok's there =3 for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm, what else? everybody says 2009 never happened. Kinda true la... I can barely remember what happened (not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just glad this year's off to a great start. It always does anyway. the real drama happens in the middle... -bracing myself-&lt;/span&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/8910439898536198548-8327566562139539034?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8327566562139539034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=8327566562139539034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8327566562139539034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8327566562139539034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-seems-so-bliss-weird.html' title='Everything seems so bliss... weird.'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S2PuyKkf9qI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wizzM54tH3E/s72-c/_Bliss__by_moroka323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1813860021945809870</id><published>2010-01-27T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:10:07.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Pauper's Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot;&lt;br /&gt;To the churchyard a pauper is going, I wot;&lt;br /&gt;The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs,&lt;br /&gt;And hark to the &lt;em&gt;dirge&lt;/em&gt; that the &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt; driver sings: --&lt;br /&gt;"Rattle his bones over the stones;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; a Pauper, whom nobody owns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where are the mourners? alas! there are none; --&lt;br /&gt;He has left not a gap in the world now he's gone;&lt;br /&gt;Not a tear in the eye of child, woman, or man; --&lt;br /&gt;To the grave with his carcase as fast as you can;&lt;br /&gt;"Rattle his bones over the stones;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; a Pauper, whom nobody owns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a jolting and creaking, and splashing and din!&lt;br /&gt;The whip, how it cracks! and the wheels how they spin!&lt;br /&gt;How the dirt, right and left, o'er the hedges is hurl'd!&lt;br /&gt;The Pauper at length makes a noise in the world!&lt;br /&gt;"Rattle his bones over the stones;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; a Pauper, whom nobody owns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Pauper defunct! he has made some approach&lt;br /&gt;To gentility, now that he's stretch'd in a coach;&lt;br /&gt;He's taking a drive in his carriage at last;&lt;br /&gt;But it will not be long, if he goes on so fast!&lt;br /&gt;"Rattle his bones over the stones;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; a Pauper, whom nobody owns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You bumpkin! who stare at your brother convey'd,&lt;br /&gt;Behold what respect to a cloddy is paid,&lt;br /&gt;And be joyful to think, when by death you're laid low,&lt;br /&gt;You've a chance to the grave like a &lt;em&gt;gemman&lt;/em&gt; to go.&lt;br /&gt;"Battle his bones over the stones;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; a Pauper, whom nobody owns! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a truce to this strain, -- for my soul, it is sad,&lt;br /&gt;To think that a heart in humanity clad,&lt;br /&gt;Should make, like the brutes, such a desolate end,&lt;br /&gt;And depart from the light without leaving a friend!&lt;br /&gt;Bear softly his bones over the stones;&lt;br /&gt;Though a Pauper, &lt;em&gt;he's one whom his Maker yet owns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Traditional Nursery Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1813860021945809870?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1813860021945809870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1813860021945809870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1813860021945809870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1813860021945809870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/01/nursery-rhyme.html' title='Nursery Rhyme'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2139127227080967108</id><published>2010-01-06T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:32:24.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating resolutions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;...by a tag!! :D credits to sis~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A. You prefer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Alcohol or Mineral Water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Water. i just found out mineral water has no minerals. i din know after all this time... lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Blue or Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Blue cause there's no green =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Hot Guys or Cool Guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; This is tough. none of them in my league so bla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Good Looks or Brains ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a lil of both pls? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Taylor Swift or Taylor Lautner ~  Do i really have to choose?? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Friends or Loved Ones ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Loved ones who also includes friends. haha, bonus question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7. "Baby" or "Dear" ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;uh, Baby i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;B. Your/You kind of guy :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Alcoholic or Non-alcoholic ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Non-Alcoholic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Good or Bad ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Brave or Cute ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Cute ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Tall or Short ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; taller than me can di. which is almost, everyone? xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. T-shirt or Suit ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; t-shirt. i wear lots of that too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Coat or Leather Jacket ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Coat i guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Sunnies or Spectacles ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; spectacles =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Caring or Rich ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Caring la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Kisses or Hugs ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; cuddly hugs~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Romantic ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; yaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;C. Your Daily Activities :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. After Breakfast ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; go to school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. During School ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm, laugh wif fwens and trying to stay awake &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4. After school ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tv! and sometimes com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and piano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Night - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;com! and tv!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Midnight ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;suppose to be sleeping by now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Holidays ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; waste my day and regretting it later though i dunno what better things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Cait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Terance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Anna xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2139127227080967108?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2139127227080967108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2139127227080967108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2139127227080967108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2139127227080967108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/01/procrastinating-resolutions.html' title='Procrastinating resolutions...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-8445757597057127051</id><published>2010-01-05T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:32:14.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The annual broken promises people call Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I... will blog tomorrow. maybe. im actually packing my bag halfway now. im still not used to my new bedtime... 11-ish argh &gt;&lt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-8445757597057127051?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8445757597057127051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=8445757597057127051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8445757597057127051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8445757597057127051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/01/annual-broken-promises-people-call.html' title='The annual broken promises people call Resolutions'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-3398707697654573354</id><published>2010-01-03T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:50:42.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metrojaya incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I really will neva, eva, forget that incident. trauma moment... ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But before that, let's go back to before we took off for Mid Valley ya. Woke up everything skip that. Well, me and sis decided to wear &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; coincidentally. Then when we came out of the room and BAM whadaya know... My parents were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;all green too! Yea go green! Then my mom had to say "we're cheok hymm fans!".&lt;/span&gt; what the fell?! cch if you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; reading this ignore it. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I was walking with my sis at the shoes section to buy pants. I was pretty blur that time as always. Lights were too bright there maybe (or mine w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;as abit too dim xD) Then after a while i seem to feel different. Like i was missing something. Then i fely my arm was lighter. I looked. I LOST MY HANDBAG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S0INX1t_kpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/asKu8mJ6eZc/s1600-h/untitled112.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S0INX1t_kpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/asKu8mJ6eZc/s320/untitled112.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422911604515639954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"OH MY GAWD." was what i blurted at that moment. my sis thought i saw my classmate or something, cause it's the same reaction. I started wondering around, eyeing everything without focus (what? i was still blur...) I walked around and admitted to my sis, "i lost my bag."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I bet she was fumed since it was HER bag i borrowed. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Then my sis told my parents and then we started searching and searching... My sis kept calling my phone. I don't know whether to be lucky it was in there. Else how would i find my bag? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A while after and i started to lose hope. Somebody m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ust've taken it by now. I can't believe i left it on the shoe place's bench... stupid stupid! I couldn't even remember when i took off my bag. My phone was in there my wallet was in there the MOVIE TICKETS WERE IN THERE @__@. I was so pissifying myself. I was praying pleading and praying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Then i saw the staff workers at the corner and wondered why were there so many at 1 place. I looked and i saw my bag on the shoe table!! The lady was answering the call from my sis. I told them it was my bag and caled my sis who was sitting down just 6-7 feet away. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Im still so glad and surprised that i actually found it. I gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ess God really does help those in need... Thank you so much God!! muax i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S0INYCNmXQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Wpzpa5rojgg/s1600-h/untitled113.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S0INYCNmXQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Wpzpa5rojgg/s320/untitled113.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422911607869431042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well that's it. Everything in the bag was safe and sound thank God. Again. I managed to watch Princess and the Frog and mom and dad watched Avatar. Parents dating ahah. The movie was superb! It wasn't like those other Disney Princess movies... Something different. And the songs don't matter DREWWW~ i still liked it *sticks tongue out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-3398707697654573354?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3398707697654573354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=3398707697654573354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3398707697654573354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3398707697654573354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2010/01/metrojaya-incident.html' title='Metrojaya incident'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/S0INX1t_kpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/asKu8mJ6eZc/s72-c/untitled112.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1949796768243479706</id><published>2009-12-29T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:23:05.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What wud i be if i never met you?? =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SzpGOooPxiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wkEIZsMGPB4/s1600-h/615244-barney_1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SzpGOooPxiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wkEIZsMGPB4/s320/615244-barney_1_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420722318732150306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nono not him &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; dinosaur once sang:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends are special; so important they make the world go round...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Well who knew dinosaurs were so smart~?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am currently having insomnia cause i just woke up from a nap ^^" gosh im becoming like dad... i wasnt feeling all that swell at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Just wanna thank you Cait for making my day again =D or night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;THANKS CAIT! the advice you gave really made impact 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1949796768243479706?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1949796768243479706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1949796768243479706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1949796768243479706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1949796768243479706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-wud-i-be-if-i-never-met-you-d.html' title='What wud i be if i never met you?? =D'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SzpGOooPxiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wkEIZsMGPB4/s72-c/615244-barney_1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2341565828926706174</id><published>2009-12-24T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:51:51.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIIIIIT'S CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS EVERYBODEH! SO GRAB UR BEARD AND CANDY CANE UNDERPANTS AND LET'S BOOGEH~~~ *boogie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My day started of normal... Mom went out for a 'girl's night out' (she has more life than me wtf xD) And dad taking a usual night nap (he wakes up for tv marathon at night. yea nocturnal family) Sis on da com, while IM listening to my granddad talk to the tv. Great night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I still enjoyed it though =) since dad woke up and sis went and open presents wif me. oh the presentsss... &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a t-shirt from Jenny jie. Red and says 'true to your heart' =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a spongebob pillow from dad! i chose it at the shop xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a perfume and jigsaw puzzle from Min jie. so awesomee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a jacket from Joyce jie and Faeez kor. i love it so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;chocolates from my aunt. there's kinder bueno 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and finally, RM250 from my ibubapa!&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;a mug from Aunt julie and Uncle Willy =D&lt;br /&gt;a bag oso from my aunt. gold color 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Juz wanna THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH for all the wonderful stuff! Now i feel so bad and guilty... i deserve coal &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And thanks you guys for all the sms wishes! Don't hav to list them out cause you know it's you ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hope i could wake up early enuf to make breakfast for mah mom and dad... =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And to those who're going to Singapore, (yea i know alot of you are ==) enjoy your trip!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whistles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh yea! Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2341565828926706174?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2341565828926706174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2341565828926706174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2341565828926706174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2341565828926706174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/12/iiiiiits-christmas.html' title='IIIIIIT&apos;S CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-890090842132035920</id><published>2009-12-19T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:19:28.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hate it i hate it i hate it! it always seem to happen. i hate 2009. full of unwanted surprises... i dont want surprises anymore i want expectations! it's better for a life to be boring than filled with miseries. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aiks im so horrible at plannin outings. i tend to forget which day the outing was suppose to be xD anyways hopefully this wed it's gonna be great... hopefully. *praying praying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-890090842132035920?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/890090842132035920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=890090842132035920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/890090842132035920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/890090842132035920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/12/complications.html' title='Complications'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6247659955339836039</id><published>2009-12-07T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:48:19.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When guilt strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nothing better to do than lie on the sofa, staring blankly at the flickering tv, concentrating on nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And while i was stoning, things; memories, just came. And i realized, i have been 1 friggin horrible friend. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'll just count back the times i've pissed my friends off, or dumped them, or even made them cry O_o Why zoe, why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;for example, i still remember that time when my friend offered me her ham sandwiches (her fav at that moment) during recess... Hey, we were Standard 2 that time. i thought it would be funny to eat all of it and leave 1 behind. Just for laughs. Yea that was the 1st time i made my friend cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;here's another example of a bad friend, i remembered i did something that got me in trouble (i think i stole or broke somethin?) my friend since kindies, i sorta put the blame on her. Real bad... like, "she did it not me i din do anything she was holding it" She of course said it wasnt her but every1 believed me instead. 2nd time i made a friend cry =.= i was surprised she ever forgiven me for that &gt;&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;yes i did alotta things back in primary school... haha. they may look like small things but it'll haunt you forever @.@ especially whad i did in '09 *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;so that i never repeat the same mistakes again, i need to know how im treating you guys. tell me honestly whether im treating you like old socks cos these things are never realised till they're told right in your face. i learnt that last year... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;and just to prove i never forgotten my old buds, here's to you:- each doodle represents a person. i drew this 2 years ago on a certain blue pencil shaped bookmark when we had to split. Couldn't upload the picture so a quick doodle in ms paint ^^" i tried making it look like the original as much as i could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sx1dsiHTCCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IHUDijRA1FY/s1600-h/doodle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sx1dsiHTCCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IHUDijRA1FY/s320/doodle.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412585346822244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Trust me, it looks really close to the original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6247659955339836039?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6247659955339836039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6247659955339836039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6247659955339836039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6247659955339836039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-guilt-strikes.html' title='When guilt strikes'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sx1dsiHTCCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IHUDijRA1FY/s72-c/doodle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2312752421605618694</id><published>2009-12-01T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:43:01.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;From this year, 2009, i learned that things NEVER go according to plan. So it's best not to plan at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;No update, just a note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2312752421605618694?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2312752421605618694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2312752421605618694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2312752421605618694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2312752421605618694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/12/note.html' title='Note'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6610890479078366116</id><published>2009-11-17T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:08:15.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday's retarded... But that's what makes it special =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It all started the minute we just found out that our holidays are on Wed and Thurs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I was so happy yet, not so happy about the fact i could just skip school on Fri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cik Fong called us... ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And it's back to that room again~ (refer to my post 'Nut House' somewhere in March 09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh i miss the smell of dusty documents with a hint of storeroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And guess what?? We (joyi and me) have to come on Wed, Thurs and Friday too!! Ain't that a thrill?? *smiles wider than ever* : D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Im being sarcastic. My sarcasm ain't so noticable it's pathetic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Also... had class party today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-pic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-pic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-another pic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;i din take any pictures.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Haiz, for pics go to kat's blog. I lazy get from her and upload...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It was so awesome! And loads of people brought food and stuff @@, but i felt so guilty cos i din bring anythin &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hannah's cupcakes were so beautiful~! nobody dared to touch it till she came. Then she had to offer to us then oni we wud take it... ahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The next thing you know kat, jas, dass and ji kai were all playing with the chocolate XDhahahaha, their faces full of choco. Kat's hair oso kena... =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Class party wasn't that ok cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;was emoing at da corner... aiks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh i love 2 Usaha... love it to the core... &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;One word to describe the 'last day' of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yes, it was snowing.... snowing flour XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Haha, saw everyone pouring flour at each other, till the air was so cloudy~ Ahh air pollution!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;But this could be an exception ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6610890479078366116?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6610890479078366116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6610890479078366116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6610890479078366116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6610890479078366116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/11/everydays-retarded-but-thats-what-makes.html' title='Everyday&apos;s retarded... But that&apos;s what makes it special =D'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2012053792249738334</id><published>2009-11-13T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:05:36.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sv2QYHz-qAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vTeFPkZWx0o/s1600-h/2012.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sv2QYHz-qAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vTeFPkZWx0o/s320/2012.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403633872002787330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea yea i know, lame pun. but i just felt like drawing what i did 3 years ago, which were.. talking calenders. anyways, MUST WATCH 2012!! someday... oh, and good luck to those takin SPM in uh, 4 days? all da best!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2012053792249738334?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2012053792249738334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2012053792249738334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2012053792249738334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2012053792249738334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sv2QYHz-qAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vTeFPkZWx0o/s72-c/2012.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6548305850140187503</id><published>2009-11-13T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:05:57.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sv1WaWlGLJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_iI1EWrOzKs/s1600-h/4give%264get.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sv1WaWlGLJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_iI1EWrOzKs/s320/4give%264get.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403570138652224658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Figure it out =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;MERDEKA!! exam's over! it's finally over after the 3 weeks of sufferin! time to party and sleep! Zzzz....&lt;/span&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/8910439898536198548-6548305850140187503?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6548305850140187503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6548305850140187503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6548305850140187503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6548305850140187503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/11/puzzle.html' title='Puzzle'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sv1WaWlGLJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_iI1EWrOzKs/s72-c/4give%264get.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-3631091782846630962</id><published>2009-11-11T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:04:47.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Define friends. Define friendship. It's easy no? Friends are the ones you care about and they're always there for ya. But nowadays, anybody and EVERYBODY is called a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Im not saying it's a sin... my point is... ok i lost my point. gimme a few sec to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh ok. I mean, it's tough to find good friends nowadays. I go around and people here and there are having 'friendship problems'. It's really frustrating to know that people are going through stuff like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I feel like some friends are just not meant to be, messed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Today i was chatting with my old friend (not old in age k) and she was saying that she thinks her friends hate her. "they call me noob la this and that la. But when i asked them they said they play nia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't know people play around by trashing their friend... Or maybe im just being too sensitive? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Among all the 1's i really hate the most are... 'part timers'. I mean they're just ur buddies with you for 1 second, the next minute they forgot you even exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok, im not in the blogging mode confirmed. I just told my best friend a dark secret == Butbutbuuut, i trust her okeh. Cos we've been friends for 8 years now, and well, she's practically my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;but im not forgetting my other best friends kay... This post, dedicated to you guys~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cait- the twin sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mun Ee- the friend for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Haritha- the best buddy you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Joyi- practically the best dude to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Marie- the craziest person i've known xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I know i left out alot but i juz ran outa names &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;You guys are the true definition of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok, i really suck at blogging now. ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8910439898536198548-3631091782846630962?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3631091782846630962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=3631091782846630962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3631091782846630962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3631091782846630962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/11/define-friends.html' title='Define friends'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-459305740477428421</id><published>2009-11-08T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:03:30.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpi yang pelik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(for those who dunno, it means 'strange dream')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either i've been watching too much tv, or im juz a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;.Don't say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;See i had this dream, which still remains in my thoughts till today for God knows why. And it sorta kinda creeps me out a lil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well the dream makes no sense. the only thing that was--sort of-- clear to me was this old-folklore tribal kinda music which was, in my dream, supposely a 'curse'. Doesn't sound like 1 though. It goes something like this:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost sheep, in a valley so deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;uh somethin somethin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Two hearts, one must part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Never to return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Then i woke up from there. Toldja it was weird... The song was actually written on a wall, in chinese (.Oo) haha. Or at least i think it is, like i would know... I wish i knew the second line of the song. It's pretty nice to hum xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiks. I watch too much tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-459305740477428421?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/459305740477428421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=459305740477428421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/459305740477428421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/459305740477428421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/11/mimpi-yang-pelik.html' title='Mimpi yang pelik'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2690907599899978650</id><published>2009-11-07T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:05:21.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about food... sorta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Before you say anything, i'm juz angry at the moment so don't take whatever i say seriously... Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST UTTERLY CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Like seriously, are they, human??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You people are inhumane cannibals! And im not lying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Though this may be old news, i juz heard you eat fetuses too... cannibal enuf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How can you stand eating something that looks like you?? too much la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh yea, monkeys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;let's say, i put you in an itty bitty lil cage, and your head's the only thing sticking out on top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Then next, i put you on the dining table, with a bunch of hungry looking people, holding a fork and spoon juz waiting for the host to finish the job... Remember, you're still well alive, and conscious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;You try struggling, but cant escape. Juz waiting for the guy to serve you to the guests... piece by piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Then it happens, the host bangs you on the head, and saws off your head. No matter whad you do, you cant do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;inhumane enuf for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;how about half alive fish eh? you think they no feeling wan arh? Come let's casually stick your head in boiling oil and serve you on a silver platter while you're still breathin~ yum friggin yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;the thought of being eaten is bad enough ok! but being eaten alive?? you sicken me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Dun make this a big issue. i juz said to not take it seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2690907599899978650?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2690907599899978650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2690907599899978650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2690907599899978650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2690907599899978650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-you-say-anything-im-juz-angry-at.html' title='Talk about food... sorta'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4305755193676969447</id><published>2009-11-05T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:47:05.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of the SB fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone : what happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SB: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i lost my best friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone: how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SB: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;when i ripped, *RIP!* my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(talking style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;/C/ ///////////////////Am///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought that i had everybody on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;/Dm///////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But i went and blew it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;/G///  &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;All sky high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Em//////////////////////Am///   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And now she won't even stand a passing glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dm///////////(muted)////////////  &lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;All just because i *RIP!* ripped my pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(everyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When big Larry came 'round just to put him down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Spongebob turn into a clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And no girl ever wants to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;With the fool who went and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*RIP!* ripped his pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(SB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I know i shouldn't mope around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I shouldn't curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But the pain feels so much worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause winding up with no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;is a lot less fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Than a burn from the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Or sand in you buns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now i learned a lesson i won't soon forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So listen and you won't regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Be true to yourself don't miss a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And you won't end up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;like the fool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ripped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;his..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*RIP!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Still love you SB!! lol. Yea, when will i ever learn to grow up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And this song is from a SB episode called "ripped pants". For those who watched it, you know how the song goes ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;For those who didn't, you should watch it someday =) One of the best SB songs eva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(p.s. guitar chords, for fun. It may be wrong but it sounds right ^^")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(p.s.s. strum once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Post response to my dear sista, Kelsey! Who apparently, blogged about pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4305755193676969447?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4305755193676969447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4305755193676969447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4305755193676969447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4305755193676969447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/11/return-of-sb-fan.html' title='The return of the SB fan'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-565843316866482728</id><published>2009-10-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:25:59.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun n Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I cant believe im actually blogging during exam week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyways, today i broke my record of latest lunch time. No not 3 pm, no not 4 pm, but 5 pm~! *audience claps with hesitation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;After lunch, i went to this wacky place called F n C. And it was like, whoa... They literally had EVERYTHING. From baskets to bras, kitchen utensils to floats, stationary to... uhm... pet things. And as pathetic this sounds, the only thing i bought was a calculator :D Hey it's transparent and i get easily amazed okay... ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And i really wanted to get this -cardboard- party hat but i know my mom will never approve for such ridicule. But... it was shiny~ &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The best thing about that place was, everything was cheap cheap cheap! But that means no quality la but still... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;So do whad i say! Visit Fun n Cheer today~! wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-565843316866482728?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/565843316866482728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=565843316866482728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/565843316866482728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/565843316866482728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-n-cheer.html' title='Fun n Cheer'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1151999343218316509</id><published>2009-10-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:38:56.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 deadly sins~ (no definitions)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SuCIPaR-XmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cx_B7npLNm4/s1600-h/_SD__7_Deadly_Sins_by_Tyshea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SuCIPaR-XmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cx_B7npLNm4/s320/_SD__7_Deadly_Sins_by_Tyshea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395462151923981922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.:Art by Tyshea from Deviantart:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone's blogging about it so i wanna too! lol. But im not gonna explain it all since you already know them... (and im just lazy xD) Besides, advertising art here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-From left to right- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Avarice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wrath&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt; (yes it's the white hair gal oO) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sloth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaad? i told you no explanation... heee ^^ I admit, i just like the pic okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1151999343218316509?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1151999343218316509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1151999343218316509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1151999343218316509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1151999343218316509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-deadly-sins-no-definitions.html' title='7 deadly sins~ (no definitions)'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SuCIPaR-XmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cx_B7npLNm4/s72-c/_SD__7_Deadly_Sins_by_Tyshea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5633744509695887920</id><published>2009-10-15T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:32:18.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo poo water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know, the title is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; enough... But this whole post is gonna be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get ready for anything&lt;/span&gt;!! lol, or, just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't risk it&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is about a conversation between me and Cait in msn about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Sylfaen; 	panose-1:1 10 5 2 5 3 6 3 3 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:67110535 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Arial Unicode MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-alt:Arial; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"MS Shell Dlg 2"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:1627421319 -2147483648 8 0 66047 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Traditional Arabic"; 	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The (proper) explanation of diarrhea. (by cait)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ლ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PVZ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;in other words its called 'poo poo water'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ლ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PVZ says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;an normally at inopportune moments, it happens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ლ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PVZ says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;you suddenly feel as though you BADLY want to shit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ლ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PVZ says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;and then when you let it all out, its relaxing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ლ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PVZ says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;thats why they call it water poop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ლ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PVZ says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;and its damn smelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So now you know. Have a nice day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-5633744509695887920?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5633744509695887920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5633744509695887920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5633744509695887920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5633744509695887920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/10/poo-poo-water.html' title='Poo poo water'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-966376386976016944</id><published>2009-10-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:55:25.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it hits you on the head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/StSivCssN3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/e1JnA6pqx-k/s1600-h/when+it+hits+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/StSivCssN3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/e1JnA6pqx-k/s320/when+it+hits+you.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392113582931195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED the things you did, that makes my cheeks turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I LOVED the words you said, how it replays in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I LOVED the way you touched, it gives me chills up my spine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I LOVED the way you hold me and whispered "you're mine",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I LOVED the confusion you made my heart and mind went through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In short, part of me really LOVED you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Yea, another 1 hit me again... This time at 3 somethin in the morning ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Speaking of 3, somethin creepy happened at 3 sharp last night. Or maybe it's just paranoia... meh. Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a not-so-dark and stormy night&lt;/span&gt;... i couldnt sleep cos i ate a very late supper at ajimal... then suddenly, i heard the door creaked open in my room... Then i ignored it la cos i dun like getting outa my bed. It started to get annoying cos it started closing and opening... But maybe it was just the wind ^^" It was going on and on for a few minutes. I didnt dare to look at the time, it'll just scare me more. lol, i know im scaredy cat okeh... Then i heard my dad was still awake so i felt relieved and closed the stupid door. 3.05am. omgwtfbbqsaucecheezyrollsovenbakeshyt! It happened at 3?! Then i fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I would've added additional wind chiming after the door opened but then that'll be just random. Then again, the story's just a mere coincidence and perfect timing... i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-966376386976016944?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/966376386976016944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=966376386976016944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/966376386976016944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/966376386976016944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-it-hits-you-on-head.html' title='When it hits you on the head'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/StSivCssN3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/e1JnA6pqx-k/s72-c/when+it+hits+you.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1227999992181202578</id><published>2009-10-02T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:16:00.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The carefreeness again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahhh, today was such an awesome day mann! Although it started out quite bad cos i woke up late today and had to make haritha's dad wait for me for soo long... &gt;&lt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiks... so paiseh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The performance was ohkay... i guess. It was so saddening to know that that's the last time we'll ever perform together(with da form 5's..) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im not gonna cry, im not gonna cry...&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So after that we lingered in the 'reading hall' for a few half-an-hours eating coconut jelly and all that (coconut jelly was awesome) Haritha didn't eat though. She said she no appetite... what's up with you lately eh...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Anyways, then suddenly there was 1 guy standing in the middle of the hall with everyone staring at him... Guess what? he started singing 'negaraku'. haha, morning session truth or dares are soo much more better than ours. all we ever dare is "Hug him! Kiss her! Lick underneath my shoe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So after that i went back home around.. 1110 or somethin. After fetched haritha back then my mom asked me, what time you wanna go to school? Then i said uh, around 12 la... Then my mom said, wow, why so early?? And i didn't know... i just simply said 12 for no reason.. &gt;&lt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it was a mistake to come so early mann...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I was like, ok... sit in the not-so-empty hall and do nothin else but me homework for the next.. hour and a half? But things started to lighten up later ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's just skip to what my title was really all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my beloved, sweet darling 2 Usaha... Oh how fortunate is thee to bee in such a blissful class? (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;Anywaysss. me, marie and joyi were like laughing non-stop the whole day! It was like the happiest day of the year! I felt the joy again after a month of hell and frustration... yea yea, i was emo kidd for awhile.. It was so fun, we were--including larissa--was talking ghost and pontianak stories which really made me shiver... But after that marie started doing weird stuff and tried to be a ghost by 'floating'. marie, your epic fail of a floating ghost really busted my gut... Then after that she tried screaming at high-pitched which really came out wrong... cos nothing came out... xD Then she tried again and again in front of teacher summore! then teacher said she had a cartoon voice wtf... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Woosh, i think i blog too much... &gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;better stop now. peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1227999992181202578?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1227999992181202578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1227999992181202578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1227999992181202578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1227999992181202578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/10/carefreeness-again.html' title='The carefreeness again!'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5259532721233417708</id><published>2009-09-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:49:31.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh, i feel another 1 comin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;When school started, it was such a drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;On time i was, with my overloaded bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Never have been social, i sat down with a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Gonna flip the page, when i turned around and look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Just with a glance, i saw mischief in your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;On that day i remembered how you held your blue file (ran outa rhymies &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;You made me laugh you made meh cry too but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I never regretted knowing you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Believe it or not i was thinking of this at 4 in the morning. Haha, then when i was done i went "holy crap it's 4.52!" Then quickly went- no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;to sleep. Well, pretty expected after spending the whole day on the com till 3am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Heheheheee, im starting to like writing lame poetry. It's strangely fun. But i seems my ideas only come around in the mornin when im blurblur... Ish. Oh gosh, my blog's gonna start looking like Terance's! Ahhh! i blame you for this Terance! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;There's something in that poem but let's not talk about it yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&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/8910439898536198548-5259532721233417708?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5259532721233417708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5259532721233417708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5259532721233417708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5259532721233417708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooh-i-feel-another-1-comin.html' title='Ooh, i feel another 1 comin...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-9099424517662453636</id><published>2009-09-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:10:02.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I see you made another friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I see the past all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember the times we used to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We used to talk almost everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We were closer than anyone would've been but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My dear, loving you is a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes these are called couplets... It's a kind of poetry. I learned that from A series of Unfortunate Events. The book is nice you should read it (lol, advertising books). The couplets are just random i got from somewhere... I know it's lame rhyming but i like it. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-9099424517662453636?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/9099424517662453636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=9099424517662453636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/9099424517662453636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/9099424517662453636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/couplets.html' title='Couplets'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-7191273317313040243</id><published>2009-09-23T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:25:25.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of a dead man - not meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I was listening to this song for a few days adi without paying attention to whad it means xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Then i told my sis "why do you always repeat this song??" Then she said the lyrics are nice so i looked it up... Turns out it really has some connection to me. Who knew?? 0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyways here's da lyrics. Pretty meaningful =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's all repeating so skip some parts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Theory of a dead man - Not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It's never enough to say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's never enough to say I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; But I'm caught between what you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Wanted from me, and knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; If I give that to ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I might just disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Nobody wins when everyone's losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh, it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; One step forward and two steps back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And I can't change your mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh, it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Trying to turn around on a one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I can't give you what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And it's killing me and I, I'm starting to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's never enough to say I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; No, it's never enough to say I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's hard to believe that's there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; No way out for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And it seems to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; The story of our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Nobody wins when everyone's losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And I can't change your mind, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's like trying to turn around on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; One way street. I can't give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You what you want and it's killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And I, I'm starting to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; That maybe we're not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; There's still time to turn this around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Should we be building this up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Instead of tearing it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; But I keep thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Maybe it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's like one step forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And two steps back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; No matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You're always mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And I, can't change your mind, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's like tryin to turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; On a one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I can't give you what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And it's killing me and I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I finally see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Baby that we're not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's like one step forward, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And two steps back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; No matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You're always mad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; And I, Baby I'm sorry to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Maybe that we're not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-7191273317313040243?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/7191273317313040243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=7191273317313040243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7191273317313040243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7191273317313040243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/theory-of-deadman-not-meant-to-be.html' title='Theory of a dead man - not meant to be'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-7132206664977875615</id><published>2009-09-19T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:12:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilapsophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SrUMKQklPKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oVrEOzCzAV4/s1600-h/Tornado_by_eMorgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SrUMKQklPKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oVrEOzCzAV4/s320/Tornado_by_eMorgan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383222299977923746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Im having lilapsophobia. If you all don't know what that means, it mean a fear of tornadoes and hurricanes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not that i had any experience with a tornado before oh nono, blame it on a stupid dream xD but don't show me 'swt' faces yet, it was rather scary ok... And no my dream is not as epic as the pic up there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well ya see, me and some dude (i forgot who was it) it was some unknown guy, we were in a huge wide-open field see. It looked really deserted and we could barely see the city--klcc and all that--from quite a distance. And the sky was really brownish darkish, but not as dark as that picture... Then i saw a tornado forming... It was so scary, it was like, bashing and crumpling klcc into bits. Just imagine yourself staring from a distance, while the tornado's coming towards you in a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; flash&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;destroying&lt;/span&gt; everything in it's way, and you know you couldn't out-run it. But what could i do? i was in some wide open deserted field, with some unknown guy yelling 'RUN! JUST RUN!' so i started running, and running with the guy behind me. Well... i woke up before anything happened... lol wth &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And i gotta say, it was so effin real, so scary... gah. Anywhos, i tried lookin for a pic that is most similar to that dream... Hmm... i think it looked SOMETHIN like this:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SrUOcdNeIEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OTL1tw73MaQ/s1600-h/Tornado_by_elementaldarkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SrUOcdNeIEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OTL1tw73MaQ/s320/Tornado_by_elementaldarkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383224811631550530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;But the tornado looked wayyy more wider than this... Let's pretend we're in a large football field looking at it coming nearer to us... Hmm, well it seemed scarier in the dream. Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Haha, compare the 1st pic to the 2nd pic. Lol, the epicness level, 10 to 0.&lt;/span&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/8910439898536198548-7132206664977875615?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/7132206664977875615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=7132206664977875615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7132206664977875615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7132206664977875615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/lilapsophobia.html' title='Lilapsophobia'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SrUMKQklPKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oVrEOzCzAV4/s72-c/Tornado_by_eMorgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6864947066635659678</id><published>2009-09-14T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:05:00.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The future can wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Lots of people are always worrying about the future nowadays. Which makes the present a meaningless reck. Which then turns into a useless past. So whatever you plan ahead to the future, don't worry about it. Let what will come, comes... Actually there's no specific reason in writing this post... lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to see what you’re really looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When the path is cleared and there are no choices anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;With the future planned ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When your goal is done and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Then what’s the point of life if you don’t let your heart soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I’m not saying don’t plan the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Just don’t let it fill your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;With worries on whether you’ll make it, instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Just enjoy wherever life takes you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause you’ll never notice the little details till it’s gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Im starting to write all these kinda stuff now... It's pretty fun xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;So anyways, that's really all i wanted to do. lol, Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6864947066635659678?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6864947066635659678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6864947066635659678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6864947066635659678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6864947066635659678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-can-wait.html' title='The future can wait'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-946493248215785332</id><published>2009-09-10T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:40:49.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today... Is the best day of my life man.... You know why...? Cause i juz found out that i've been treating my best friend like shyt all this time and i didn't even noticed... And now, she won't even talk to me... And guess what it gets better, today i also made my other best friend pissed at me cos i did somthin wrong too... And now everybody is being emo cause of me~~! =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just wanted to say, I'm really sorry for all the crap i've been bringing you guys... I don't mean to be a biatch really, it's just that i dun realise these things... So to you guys, im truely absolutely friggin sorry for everything i caused you... You guys were better off not knowing me srsly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;IM REALLY SORRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And umm, i kinda wrote this poem cause i was making it up in the bathroom. lol, kinda went in my head so... yea&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Get ready for more crap comin your way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn’t know that you were so broken inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;the feelin' the pain that you were tryin' to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;with all the hurt and the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it could drive you insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;please stop with all the anger and ill keep my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i didn't know you were broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;didn't tell me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and now i'm feeling a guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;that I’m never letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i never thought you were sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;did i hurt you that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;so now I’m really sorry and one more thing, i'm glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;that you were so good to hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;that even i couldn't find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;'cause it was hard to distinguish between a lie and truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;what happen to the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you were smiling then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;but i now i realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it all had come to an End.&lt;/span&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/8910439898536198548-946493248215785332?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/946493248215785332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=946493248215785332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/946493248215785332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/946493248215785332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/emo-day.html' title='Emo day?'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-346212826388574304</id><published>2009-09-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:50:46.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sqe_PiUn4tI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XQ5MhNRHw0Q/s1600-h/I_hate_u__by_purplerainistaken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sqe_PiUn4tI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XQ5MhNRHw0Q/s320/I_hate_u__by_purplerainistaken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478553549595346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im not saying i hate someone, i was just wondering about people hatin' each other, and themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;One thing, i don't see a point on hating ourselves. You are who you are, just accept it. Some people can hate themselves to the extend they can't handle it and well, BAM! suicide. Im not a hypocrite, there are some things i hate about myself too. Well i cry too much... (haha, crybaby here) It's either that or i'll emo over small matters. So drama right? Maybe because im being too sensitive over small things. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well i hate it&lt;/span&gt;. So from now on im trying to be tougher. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;People can also hate themselves 'cause maybe, they never forgave themselves for doing something in the past. Let me tell you something, forgiveness is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;. Especially when you really regretted doing it and it changed your life foreva hahaha!!! *ehem ehem* sorry. Well, you cant just keep holding on to it forever right? It changed your life you say? It's part of your life! I mean, how would you know how your life was like if it didn't happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok, im sure everybody and i mean, EVERYBODY, went through this before. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hatin' on a certain someone... &lt;/span&gt;*looks around suspiciously* No matter what the cause, no matter how bitchy the attitude, it's gotta stop. I mean, i understand if that person did something to you, but you gotta understand that- *whispers* **they really don't mean it.** Maybe that person (let's call him/her bobo) Mayb bobo has some problems in her life, so they're just taking it out on you. Maybe bobo is going through a tough time right now, so having people hating bobo is giving him more stress and pressure. Then lagi bobo act like a b-, like that. So, you gotta replace hate with understanding. Either that or bobo's juz a retard. (sorry if anyone here's named bobo, i just used it 'cause it's a very... umm... unique name. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I should stop here. Im not good at examining life anyway. haha &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you spend all your time to hate, then you won't have enough time to love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sorry the quote is so cacat, i forgotten the real one haha &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-346212826388574304?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/346212826388574304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=346212826388574304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/346212826388574304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/346212826388574304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/hatin.html' title='Hatin&apos;'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sqe_PiUn4tI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XQ5MhNRHw0Q/s72-c/I_hate_u__by_purplerainistaken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6038714422698338327</id><published>2009-09-05T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:51:03.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok ok, i agree that i don't think be4 i say things... *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;so i shall taaake back all the stuff that i said, and let's juz forget about it and move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like the same thing happening all over again last year... during this time of month summore... always must have conflicts. ah well, that's life. So, im not gonna masuk campur anymore ok? happy?? k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6038714422698338327?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6038714422698338327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6038714422698338327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6038714422698338327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6038714422698338327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/09/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6473778617855581947</id><published>2009-08-31T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:43:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cbox scolddown... part 2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not that the issue is going on till now no no no! It stopped like, a couple of days ago already. It's juz that, my sis was talking to me about it and i feel like reliving it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well for 1 thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;That girl said my fren copied her 'mei's blogstyle. Well it's not like my fren customized or made it herself right?? it's a skin from a certain skin website which im sure over a million people picked too. If she wants to scold ppl for that, might as well scold the whole world. O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And 2nd thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;she also said my fren stole her 'picture taking' style. I would really wanna slap her right now. First of all, my fren's picture taking style is common. (no offence ^^") And it's not like she OWNS the style right? Millions of people takes pictures with that style. and need i repeat the last sentence in the previous paragraph?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And 3rd thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Who the *#&amp;amp;$ is her 'mei'? She keeps on saying that my fren is a coward for uncertain reasons, and yet her 'mei' is the 1 that doesn't wanna confront my fren herself. She had to ask her frens to go help her out instead... And seriously, to that person's mei, *ahem* WE DO NOT, I REPEAT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, KNOW WHO THE &amp;amp;*$# YOU ARE. AS MOMO(anotha fren) SAID, YOU KEEP ON SAYING WE HAVE NO BRAINS, BUT YOU EXPECT US TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE. seriously, who are you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah well. If she won't tell, i guess we just have to meet them when they beat us up after school on Monday as they said... (which is today, 31 August, Merdeka Day, a public holiday) ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of da story... use your blain be4 you go scold random ppl la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6473778617855581947?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6473778617855581947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6473778617855581947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6473778617855581947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6473778617855581947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/08/cbox-scolddown-part-2.html' title='Cbox scolddown... part 2?'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4942424896656983951</id><published>2009-08-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:29:21.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cbox scolddown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lol, the title is so lame. Anyways, my friend having a problem with her blog cbox... Some biatch is claiming that she 'stole' her 'mei's' blog style and 'taking pics' style. Makes you go wtf right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Me and my friend don't even know who's she and that girl's mei claims that she stole her 'style'... Haizz, she so perasan thinks that ppl would steal her so-called style. And that girl speaks this sort of alien language that nobody understands, i think it's chinese-ish english-ish. Im a banana so, don't blame me.. haha. My friend asked me to tell her off but im not good at scolding ppl. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So i tried my best and all the bad words came outta my mouth and into the cbox. Then the whole thing turned into a cbox fight and yada yada... That girl seriously wanna cari pasal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyways whoever you are, please leave my friend alone.. Don't be so perasan and think that she's copying you ok... C'mon she doesn't even know you! Tell your 'mei' that my friend doesn't have to listen to you and can do whatever she likes ok... Leave her alone will ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;.Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4942424896656983951?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4942424896656983951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4942424896656983951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4942424896656983951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4942424896656983951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/08/cbox-scolddown.html' title='Cbox scolddown'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2411012419790843260</id><published>2009-08-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:35:19.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom is as dangerous as laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The holidays are here! The holidays are here! ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am sooo happy i could die! =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;haha, i guess i should've blogged about this last saturday.  Now holidays gonna end adi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really like holidays. You'll be excited at 1st, then in the middle you'll start to get bored... And start missing school. Im juz saying la, as a person who doesnt got a life &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Seems like i cant go anywhere cos no one made plans i see. and i cant make plans cos my mom's busy wit fetching my sis to college and back. Then family oso din plan vacation. aiks, luckily it's only a week. Pls excuse this post, i really have no idea what to blog about so.. yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do holidays start to get less fun? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2411012419790843260?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2411012419790843260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2411012419790843260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2411012419790843260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2411012419790843260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredom-is-as-dangerous-as-laziness.html' title='Boredom is as dangerous as laziness'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2014791191268267164</id><published>2009-08-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:36:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baka shista...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;My sis tagged me... This looks like a long one... oh no O__o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 Truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Last beverage →&lt;/span&gt; H20..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;last phone call →&lt;/span&gt; Miss called my tuition teacher wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Last instant message →&lt;/span&gt; From Ann Na =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Last song you listened to →&lt;/span&gt; well, listening to Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Last time you cried →&lt;/span&gt; i teared up abit today after school. does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Dated someone twice → &lt;/span&gt;Pathetically, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Been cheated on →&lt;/span&gt; No i dun think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it →&lt;/span&gt; No =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost someone special →&lt;/span&gt; Yea... haizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Fallen out of love →&lt;/span&gt; what's that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Laughed until you cried →&lt;/span&gt; Nope. maybe. i dun remember xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Met someone who changed your life →&lt;/span&gt; I met that baka a long time back =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you kissed anyone on your top friends? →&lt;/span&gt; umm, nawh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How many ppl on your top friends do you know in real life? →&lt;/span&gt; Everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How many kids do you want to have → &lt;/span&gt;twoo..wenty! lol. nah maybe 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you have any pets → &lt;/span&gt;Doggies, fishes, tortoise, occasional squirrels? (copyrighted from sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you want to change your name →&lt;/span&gt; Yea maybe to Sandra~~ lol, nah i prefer Zoe better ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What time did you wake up today →&lt;/span&gt; 11... And my alarm was 2 hours ago.. sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night →&lt;/span&gt; On facebook ^^ (that explains why for the answer above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait for →&lt;/span&gt; To plan outings wif frens!! (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Last time you saw your father→&lt;/span&gt; A jiffy ago. haha, he sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What's one thing you wish you could change →&lt;/span&gt; My jealous attitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → &lt;/span&gt;Does... Tomboy count? XD if no, then no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now →&lt;/span&gt; Seeing.. a certain situation =__=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What's your real name →&lt;/span&gt; Zoe la! if not, then i dunno who am i o__0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Zodiac sign →&lt;/span&gt; I dun bother about these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Elementary/primary School → &lt;/span&gt;SKSI!!! -The Private School that Never Was a Private School-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;High School →&lt;/span&gt; SMKSS! Bunch of crazy people there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hair color → &lt;/span&gt;Black and a lil brown... According to me frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Long or short →&lt;/span&gt; Layered but the longest is until the bottom of my boobs xD (too detailed?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you a health freak →&lt;/span&gt; Heck no... Burgers for dinner and i skip breakfast... (lol, health disaster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Righty or lefty →&lt;/span&gt; Righty! But i sometimes use both hands equally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;First surgery → &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Never had surgery... YET... *dum dum dum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;First piercing → &lt;/span&gt;Umm, i think 10 or 9... i know it was during my b'day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;First best friend →&lt;/span&gt; uh... UH... umm.... Alicia... Wilson... Lyana... (from kindies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;First sport you joined → &lt;/span&gt;Running i think... lol is that a sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;First pet →&lt;/span&gt; Rabbit~ then I had 16 of them =X (copyright from sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;First vacation →&lt;/span&gt; Genting... when i was 3... nvr went there ever since then xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;First crush → &lt;/span&gt;Cl.... Cla... Nah it wasn't a crush... it was fondness xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eating →&lt;/span&gt; Remaining food particles from dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Drinking →&lt;/span&gt; Saliva. MY saliva ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Waiting →&lt;/span&gt; For Chobits to buffer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Want kids? →&lt;/span&gt; Why yes, yes i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Want to get married?→&lt;/span&gt; No ah, i want my son to be a bastard ah... ==" (note the sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Careers in mind? →&lt;/span&gt; Vet... I dun think i can make it though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Kissed a stranger → &lt;/span&gt;lol, that would be funny! but no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Drank hard liquor →&lt;/span&gt; Nope... Well actually my dad asked me to try some be4 so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost glasses/contacts →&lt;/span&gt; I dun think so... i know some ppl who did though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ran away from home →&lt;/span&gt; Neva!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Broken someone's heart →&lt;/span&gt; Eh... I dun think so... Maybe i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Been arrested →&lt;/span&gt; Haha, no laaa. Hahahaaa... *looks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Turned someone down →&lt;/span&gt; Im.. not sure... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cried when someone died →&lt;/span&gt; All the time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Yourself → &lt;/span&gt;YESH!! SOMETIMES! ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Miracles →&lt;/span&gt; Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Love at first sight → &lt;/span&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Heaven →&lt;/span&gt; YESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Santa Claus → &lt;/span&gt;He has a really big resemblance to my dad... hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Kiss on the first date →&lt;/span&gt; Let's juz go wit no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Angels →&lt;/span&gt; Yea! I know 1's looking after me right now =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Okie, I answered everything TRUTHFULLY. Hmm, i choose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;1. JoYi!! Muhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;2. Mariee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;3. Kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;4. Cait! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;5. Anybody who ish willing to tell the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Now gooo~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2014791191268267164?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2014791191268267164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2014791191268267164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2014791191268267164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2014791191268267164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/08/baka-shista.html' title='Baka shista...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4491371782046108268</id><published>2009-08-15T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:32:25.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, interesting tag..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag ten people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;They have to be real - nothing made up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1. What is your name : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ian yi (i'd rather not use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oe for this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;2. A four Letter Word :&lt;/span&gt; Issh..? c'mon i say that alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;3. A boy's Name :&lt;/span&gt; Ismail wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;4. A girl's Name :&lt;/span&gt; Ivory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;5. An occupation :&lt;/span&gt; Ice mountain climber =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Something you'll wear : &lt;/span&gt;I... would wear a shirt. lol, play cheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;8. Something sick :&lt;/span&gt; Ice cream dropped on the road and i licked it clean.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;9. A food :&lt;/span&gt; ICE CREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: &lt;/span&gt;I myself bathing. lol, sorry to giv ppl creepy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;11. A place :&lt;/span&gt; Idaho? Iceland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;12. A reason for being late :&lt;/span&gt; I... went to... help a cat stuck in a tree then help an old lady cross the street and saved a man from drowning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;13. Something you'd shout :&lt;/span&gt; I FAILED MY SEJARAH!! (someday, someday ill say this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;14. A movie title :&lt;/span&gt; I love you... sure got a movie that has this title wan larh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;15. Something you drink :&lt;/span&gt; Ice lemon tea~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;16. A musical group :&lt;/span&gt; I and some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;17. An animal :&lt;/span&gt; Iguana! I cant believe i had to do research on this question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;18. A street name :&lt;/span&gt; Ice cream street.. a street specially made for promoting and selling, yep you guessed it, waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;19. A type of car :&lt;/span&gt; I dunno much about cars. but Inova lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;20. The title of a song :&lt;/span&gt; I hate everything about you by 3 days grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I dun wanna tag anybody lah. whoever wants to do it juz do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Except the following people:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~Mun ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~JOYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~Cait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Muahahahaha, da lucky 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i juz noticed... the first letters of my name are really... unique... lol&lt;br /&gt;Im not showing off la i juz mean it's really hard to find words wit the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by Z.K.I.Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4491371782046108268?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4491371782046108268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4491371782046108268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4491371782046108268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4491371782046108268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm-interesting-tag.html' title='Hmm, interesting tag..'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5435482267649603441</id><published>2009-08-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:43:59.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To stop the spamming... (glares at marie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, what's the first thing that comes to your mind when i say this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sorry i took out your skirt yesterday..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;haha! Joyi said it sounded weird... and it kinda does xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;anyways here's the story to it.. It was kh time and we were working on our cloths and stuff. Maka(then) i saw Joyi's last year's project in her file. it was a skirt la, maka i grabbed it maka she terus snatched my hand outa the plastic bag while i holdin the skirt... not my fault right, she grabbed my hand! lol. then she shout 'fk u!!' ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She sounded pissed... but i looked at da skirt anyway.. lol. And i can tell you this, it had an A+++ written all over it. Anyways, sowwy joyi... sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Soo.. i guess that's enuf for a post yea? peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-5435482267649603441?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5435482267649603441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5435482267649603441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5435482267649603441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5435482267649603441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-stop-spamming-glares-at-marie.html' title='To stop the spamming... (glares at marie)'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4204941548406770669</id><published>2009-07-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:29:10.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the broiler is not working...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shortie fire burning on the dancefloor~ whoa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Except this isn't about shorties... or dancefloors... mostly burning. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's 9 something at night.. and im bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, since i have nothin to lose, grab the nearest item and do something! &gt;.&gt; looks at marshmallow jar... &lt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Started stuffing myself, although i wasn't hungry. after all, i ate 2 plates of spaghetti for dinner tonight (my sis couldn't finish her plate). Then it was getting boring again. and i was tired of the simple marshmallow taste. so i went and stick 3 of em on a stick and thought of cooking them in the broiler ( if you dunno what's broiler, sorry cause i dunno either). Then... i pull the switch down and... tok. nothin happened. hmm, then my dad came and give it a go. tok. nothing happened too. But i wasn't that dissappointed, cause an idea hit my head at that moment... ==,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"it's ok dad, i'll juz eat it raw then, haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Or did i...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i then took them out and ran to the computa room, while taking a candle with me. i bet you know what i was gonna do next. i burned like almost... 2 or 3. these are some pics i took cause it juz looks so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOqkAzlTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AlRlgfDrrl4/s1600-h/DSCN3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOqkAzlTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AlRlgfDrrl4/s320/DSCN3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356836774909023538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;An epic fail of a burned marshmallow that you can't see. Im juz showing you the not-burned 1s yet. and the candle ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOp29oJkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wmed9sR_NPo/s1600-h/FSCN3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOp29oJkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wmed9sR_NPo/s320/FSCN3174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356836762816095810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Let da burning begin! (ps, i didn't photoshop arh. Like i even know how to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOpVB0vJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8JhyET5617k/s1600-h/FSCN3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOpVB0vJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8JhyET5617k/s320/FSCN3173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356836753706892434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lookin good. i feel da heat already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOqLl_NgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pBoRKjYJkjw/s1600-h/FSCN3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOqLl_NgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pBoRKjYJkjw/s320/FSCN3176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356836768354088450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And... successs~~ compare the marshmallows in the jar to the 1 on the stick. hope you enjoyed da show~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*munch munch munch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4204941548406770669?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4204941548406770669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4204941548406770669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4204941548406770669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4204941548406770669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-broiler-is-not-working.html' title='When the broiler is not working...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SldOqkAzlTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AlRlgfDrrl4/s72-c/DSCN3160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4507186707183199399</id><published>2009-07-05T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:44:00.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAHAHA! hey check out these pics i got from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-http://failblog.org/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ps, check out that website if ya got nth better to do or need a few lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1HMcZvrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pKO38TKdyFA/s1600-h/fail-owned-thai-chinese-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1HMcZvrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pKO38TKdyFA/s320/fail-owned-thai-chinese-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354979092147584690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I feel sorry for the guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1HJZRIGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ynu__IyYTYg/s1600-h/fail-owned-safety-glasses-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1HJZRIGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ynu__IyYTYg/s320/fail-owned-safety-glasses-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354979091329130594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Could he even see through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1GzORExI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iOdHpz3_DJ8/s1600-h/fail-owned-police-panties-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1GzORExI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iOdHpz3_DJ8/s320/fail-owned-police-panties-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354979085377409810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;W...T...F....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1GkO4-FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Ev5ZafQlWg/s1600-h/fail-owned-nut-snacks-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1GkO4-FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Ev5ZafQlWg/s320/fail-owned-nut-snacks-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354979081353492562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;get ur nut sacks here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1GXI53QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pmaRHitJcNA/s1600-h/fail-owned-children-wildlife-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1GXI53QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pmaRHitJcNA/s320/fail-owned-children-wildlife-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354979077838724354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Such an insult! *hmf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dun ask why they put the word "fail" in every1 of em. IM not so sure myself. But it sure adds to the funniness.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i got so far. See more at--see URL at the above msg--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;And to wee chien, this is da update lah. haha. lazy to type type type di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4507186707183199399?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4507186707183199399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4507186707183199399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4507186707183199399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4507186707183199399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/07/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SlC1HMcZvrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pKO38TKdyFA/s72-c/fail-owned-thai-chinese-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5414754042609173136</id><published>2009-06-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:11:37.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 days already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;BOOOOMMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;HERE COMES DA MIGHTY KOOKIE!! KOOOKIEEE! i like my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;well i gotta start off this post wit something yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;wow, exactly 20 days since i've updated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;so, hmm....been feeling abit emoish these past few days. Mayb it's juz mood swings i dunno... I HATE MOOD SWINGS! hope it goes away soon~ =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(~random topic changy time!~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hey didja guys ever helped a stray dog be4..? the feeling is awesome. it's not like i had soo much time to hunt strays but if 1 ended up in ur backyard... not muchofa choice eh? anyways, it was huge! but it din look that scary cause it seems tiresome and lonely... lol. i took a bowl and told my mom i was gonna giv it some water but my mom said no... she gave me a pail instead xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;then i put it where the dog was cause it's chain gots stuck between da branches... yea, either it'sa lost or abandoned... wow, it drinked like it nvr drinked in years... poor guy. then my mom called me neighbour(who has a german shepherd too) to come check out da dog. (if you're wonderin how my mom convinced him, she lied and asked if he lost his dog xD) then he said the dog was imported and it used to be a really nice dog... and guess whad, the dog had a really srs ear infection. it's so bad that there are worms in it... sad. He said the best thing is to put the dog to sleep... curse that person who abandoned his dog like that!! hope the same thing happens to you sucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(~random changy topic time!~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Didja hear the latest news?! MJ died this morning! OMG!! I'll miss him... (although im not much of a fan.. lol) Hope he rests in peace. only a few hours ago i bothered to researched abt his life. turns out, he din really have a good childhood... you should go check it out on wiki... he gots abused by his dad... so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;anyways, i gotta go now. Not much happened these past 20 days huh.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(~random changy topic time!~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ok i forgot to add this 'episode' i had... It was science and i had to go to da lab... (i was feeling a little blurblur then la..) so when i went down, kat was like 'hey where should we put our bags arh?' then i said put inside the lab la... so when i went in, the 1st thing that popped was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hey... that's not my teacher... and why is my class so 'small'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and guess whad, I WENT IN DA WRONG LAB! lol. it was a form 1 class and they were all staring at me like im some kind of weirdo. with an 'umm...', i ran out and i mean RAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; then kat and joyi saw me running out and they gave a surprised yet amused look while screaming 'IAN YI!!' wah... i no face adi... then i terus hide behind Joyi. XP Good thing teacher wasn't there yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;whee~ that's it. i can't believe i forgot to write that ytd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-5414754042609173136?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5414754042609173136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5414754042609173136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5414754042609173136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5414754042609173136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-days-already.html' title='20 days already?!'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-341771772333326247</id><published>2009-06-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:04:28.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May sickness, June recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wow... it's been a while since i visited this thing.. let alone UPDATE it... lol, my last post was about choir competition... I guess you all the know the results di no need to point it out again =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;annie waist(anyways), nothing new happenin in school... just exam week again and results gonna be annouced next week ahahaha so happy (=_=). And guess whad, somebody got higher than me in maths.. smartass. Don't take this the wrong way, im not jealous... (lol, yea right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Been learning the guitar by myself for awhile... Still suck lar, but at least i learned a few stuff. I can strum "stand by me"! lol. but i still suck so ah well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yea, although im already 4 days late but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Congratz you finally turned 5!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so i guess that's it. lol, told you nth much happened in May...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-341771772333326247?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/341771772333326247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=341771772333326247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/341771772333326247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/341771772333326247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-sickness-june-recovery.html' title='May sickness, June recovery'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-9218271053276412882</id><published>2009-05-02T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:32:16.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Wow... After all these months. I never thought that it could get this pressuring.. pressure.. pressure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But it paid off anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;CAUSE SAUJANA CHOIR GOT TOP 5 BABY!!!! WOOH!!! (happy dancing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But although, it seems bittersweet. Cause we gonna have anotha competition next thursday and you know whad that means... Practice... More practice... MORE PRACTICE... and more prac.. *flop on da ground*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;GAHHH!! IMASICKOFITSICKOFITSICKOFIT! and it's the sames songs all over again! It's already stuck in mah head and it won't stop playing!! ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I kinda like the songs. although you guys, it's kinda lullaby-ish... yes? We need more livelier songs... How come we cancelled lion sleeps tonight.. sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyways, i hope we'll do better in the finals. omg im so happy we got top 5 out of 25 schools! eeeeee!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-9218271053276412882?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/9218271053276412882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=9218271053276412882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/9218271053276412882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/9218271053276412882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title='Just to update'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5090173652472404582</id><published>2009-04-12T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:22:18.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot n cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SeGkKWRJCoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MLuwLcu8Mu0/s1600-h/sick....bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SeGkKWRJCoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MLuwLcu8Mu0/s320/sick....bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323716732211759746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;My hands are freezin, my head is burnin, c'mon body, make up ur mind!! I guess my cold and heat receptors are twisted togede... Hey marie, when i said i haven't gotten a fever this year, i spoke too soon. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Not only i got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; fever, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; i got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough cough* &lt;/span&gt;too... And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;the cough gave me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; sorethroat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cough cough* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ouch my throat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I dunno &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;how i got sick &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; so easily like that... Mayb i eat too much ice cream in school &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;haha. And i think &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;the ice cream also gave me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough cough*&lt;/span&gt; stomach ache. Gah, this is so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;annoying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Hope i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; could sing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;for choir tml.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; Wish me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; luck! hahaha =) well, that's all i wanted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; about. ps, mind the coughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-5090173652472404582?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5090173652472404582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5090173652472404582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5090173652472404582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5090173652472404582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot n cold'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SeGkKWRJCoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MLuwLcu8Mu0/s72-c/sick....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-392894812471289272</id><published>2009-04-03T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:39:58.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My prayers answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;hey ya know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;These pass few days i've been praying alot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And they're all the same prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Just wanted it to happen so badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And it has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I was so overjoyed that i cried happy-tears for the 1st time... and during koir, whoops Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;in school today, i kinda met a guy along the way to school. My friends have been talking about him and all their comments was, "that guy is weirdddd!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;But for me, i thought he was pretty nice ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, i admit it may be weird for a guy to stand outside the school talking to whoever passes by... But he IS kinda nice. And you gotta admit, everything he says is quite meaninful. He told me somethin about a friend which kinda scared me cause i have NO IDEA how he knows her, let alone how he knows that I KNOW HER. Anyways, what he told me was like... he was answering my prayers. i dunno how he does it. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Actually that's all i wanted to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Da &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt; after all that crapping:- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;prayer works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... believe it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(ps. hey joyi if you're readin this, just wanted you to know, it's about you xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-392894812471289272?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/392894812471289272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=392894812471289272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/392894812471289272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/392894812471289272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-prayers-answered.html' title='My prayers answered'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1330369513665708020</id><published>2009-03-31T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:09:57.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue bird (by sane)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You looked over at that branch and saw a blue bird. It’s smooth down is still wet and ruffled. Not special, really… It just rained didn’t it? Look closer… You can still see every glistening droplet of water clinging on to the frayed feathers. A drop of liquid rolled down. You laughed at yourself; had you been a second later, you would’ve thought it was crying. You move closer to the poor bird and it still didn’t blink. Those beady black eyes reflect the rainbow in the sky. What an unusual find, you thought as you step away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small bird shook its head, droplets flying off. But all the while, keeping a watch over the rainbow. Had it have lips, it would have shown a bitter smile. Like a broken young man with a slim ray of hope in his downcast eyes.  The little bird wished he could have sighed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;What was up there, above the rainbow? If only I knew…It was too high up, no matter how I flew. I can’t follow my beloved to the place. That place. The one I’ve heard but never seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird cocked its head to the side. It had just heard a sound. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt;, whispered the blue bird’s heart, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the bushes&lt;/span&gt;. The bird ignored the presence and stared at the vast blue that was the sky. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My friends… They have all left without me. Now, all I can do is dream to see them. Maybe someday, I will… Somehow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch as the boy strung his string shot with a pebble. You realize in horror what he was about to do. The bird seemed to be so ignorant of the danger. But it knows, trust me it knows. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some days, I just wish and wish I can see them again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They’ll be there, in the land over the colorful stripes. Yes… I just know it. Where dark clouds can’t touch them, and dangers lie far away. They’re waiting for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy hesitated for a moment, as the bird looked straight at him with pleading eyes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do it… Now… &lt;/span&gt;He couldn’t understand why the bird didn’t fly away. But soon, he resumed position… The rubber tightened as it was stretched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If… all my friends… &lt;/span&gt;You got up as he took aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Made it across that colorful line…&lt;/span&gt; You open your mouth, ready to yell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This way… Then… &lt;/span&gt;The boy stuck out his tongue, concentrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll go their way to see them… Once more… &lt;/span&gt;The bird closed its eyes, ready to welcome the killing shot. Your hand was an inch away from stopping that boy. He released his grasp on the rubber… And you were just a second too late as you watched the bird fall to the ground…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Like me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope… Whenever you see a blue bird soaring the skies, don’t worry about me. I’ll be there, with my friends… Waiting for you when time and fate calls for… Ready to welcome you home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I thought my blog was turning too cheery, so i kinda you know, reduced the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cheery-ness. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hope you enjoyed the story. Written by a really talented person... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;talented&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1330369513665708020?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1330369513665708020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1330369513665708020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1330369513665708020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1330369513665708020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-bird-by-joyi.html' title='Blue bird (by sane)'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-3975378236107505376</id><published>2009-03-26T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:42:19.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds sooo wrong.... =S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok... When i say this... What do you think of?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;I put my leg on her shoulder. We were doing some activity... I started panting. Faster... and faster... It was so painful... And she laughed cause it looks utterly ridiculous.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It was pjk la... It was one of those stretching exercises, you know(try to bend your leg to touch your head). and it looked sooo wrong when teacher asked us to do it. Oh yeah, and the panting part, i was suffering from the agony of that frickin exercise... like i busted a gut or something ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh yea.. my face was also turning &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;somehow... lol! that's why joyi was laughin. i think i would have laughed too if there was a mirror around xD (ps Kat... you were sooo lucky you didn't have to do this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Anywayss... pjk was fun actually. It was all about stretching and torture. And ya know what, teacher kept on asking me to do the examples... so i was kinda the first to do the exercise. Wow, i guess shortness has some benefits too =P (ps shortest girl in class here!! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh, and nothing wrong or horny was going on ok.... dun think senget ah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-3975378236107505376?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3975378236107505376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=3975378236107505376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3975378236107505376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3975378236107505376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/sounds-sooo-wrong-s.html' title='Sounds sooo wrong.... =S'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5839511910443018481</id><published>2009-03-24T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:04:37.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nut house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That room is fricking stuffy, and hot, and it can make you go crazy. They keep important stuff in there like files and a computer. DARN YOU BILIK KOKO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ya see, me and Joyi were assigned to a job by Cik Fong for God knows why she chose us to do it. I guess because joyi looks smart enough to handle it and i look dumb enough to accept it. Well for 1 thing.. It sucks! btw, our work is to key-in some koko marks for last year's classes. We're not even paid to do it. That's juz sad. It's like a mon-fri kind of thing until we're done wit keying-in all da classes, and 1 class is hard enough tyvm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Actually i decided to blog bout it today cause this is da most awkward day of the year(so far). I came early to go for koko but, Cik fong asked us to 'work' today so we had to tell our koko teacher and get our butts kicked.. So we went to see teacher and i dunno why, we waited in line for some reason while teacher's lecturing in front. Then i told joyi this is stupid so we went to the front (ps the waiting was awkward). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Then after all that.. blah blah blah, went back to see Cik fong blah blah blah, had to wait for Cik fong to get attendance for ping pong (ps Cik fong is ping pong teacher). And the waiting was so long which makes us look so weird! Then finally teacher gave us the key( i wonder why we nvr asked for the key in the first place).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So off we go~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Then in there, it was ok at first, but still troublesome. then we finally done with 1 class! Teacher came in, asked us why we did our own way of keying in the marks(which was confusing for me cause teacher told us to do it that way weeks ago =/). Kept quiet about that.. Then teacher showed us HER way of doing it. Which actually didn't work( i dun think she's good at computer stuff xD). So... We continued doing it our way~ lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ok, the 2nd class was crazy. There were so many weird names we can't help it but laugh. And the way joyi says it is so funny. haha. After a while we started to go gila gila abit la cause we've been doing it for too long i guess =/ It was so funny! (ps joyi was more gila than me ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wow, i wrote too long adi. Anyways, my point is that today was an awkward day and we actually went gila in the koko room so... Today was fun~~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-5839511910443018481?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5839511910443018481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5839511910443018481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5839511910443018481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5839511910443018481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-dang-room.html' title='Nut house'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1602092739507210949</id><published>2009-03-20T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:54:51.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been doing anotha tag somehow 0o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Uh, somehow there seems to be all sorts of tags going around... And this 1 is called...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.::58 Truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;001. Real Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Zoe Kuek Ian Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. Awesome eh~ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;002. Nickname(s) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Ian Yi(by everybody),Ducky(by Haritha =.=), Zoe(by most people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;003. DOB :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~4 March 1995 (sheesh this tag is so pushy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;004. Zodiac Sign :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I don't believe in these things and i think the ppl who made it should go and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;005. Male or Female :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;006. Elementary :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Uh, is elementary school kindergarden? If it is, then it's Da Salvation Army &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;007. Middle School :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~ SKSI!!! (btw, sports day is on 28 March 2009. Better be there~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;008. High School :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~SMK Seri Saujana. Averagely ok with being there for the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;009. College :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Dunno yet. No plans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;010. Hair Colour :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Brack/blown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;011. Long or Short :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Considered long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;012. Loud or Quiet :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Im normally loud when im with ppl i know very well. Quiet when I dunno what they're talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I like pants!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;014. Phone or Camera :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Phone lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;015. Health Freak :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Not really. But i still care for me health ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;016. Drink or Smoke :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Drink. Like apple juice, 7up, sprite... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Yes. Yes i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;018. Eat or Drink :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Umm, i like stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;019. Piercings :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;020. Tattoos :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Never. Did you know they're the sign of the devil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;021. First piercing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I think when im 10. All i know is that it was on my birthday ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;022. First Best Friend :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Uh, omg, i forgot! But one of them is Wilson. Same school as me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;023. First Award :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~If you talking medals, Got 3 during Standed 1 during Sports day ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;024. First Pet :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~ Australian Silky Terrier named Sunshine... Got attacked by stray dogs and... *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;025. First Big Vacation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~KK!! (Kota Kinabalu) it was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;026. First Big Birthday :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I dun remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;027. Eating :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Eating a buffet dinner at my house lol. glad you asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;028. Drinking :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Syrup and water and saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;029. I'm about to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~put a piece of chicken in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;030. Listening to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~nothing at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;034. Plans for today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~No plans. And my day is already half gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;035. Waiting for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~School to re-open. Yes im excited bout that ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;036. Want kids ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I guess. But after i hear all those mothers talking about giving birth to one.. Maybe i'll reconsider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;037. Want to get married ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Why dyou wanna know these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;038. Careers in mind ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I was kinda thinking of being a vet. Although im not entirely sure yet. And im not copying Kat ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Which is the better in the boy/girl you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;039. Lips or Eyes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Definately eyes! But who am i to say, my eyes are so bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;040. Shorter or Taller ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~You can find a guy that's taller than me anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;041. Romantic or Spontaneous ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~UH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;042. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Body doesn't count for me =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; But i wouldn't like a guy that's wayy fat ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;043. Sensitive or Loud ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;044. Hook-up or Relationship ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Relationship la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;045. Trouble Maker or Hesitant ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I dunno. really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Have you ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;046. Lost glasses or contacts :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Nope! But most ppl i know they always drop it in da toilet bowl xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;047. Ran away from home :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~No. that'll be stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;048. Held a gun/knife for self defence :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Self defence from what in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;049. Killed somebody :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~I'll be in hell right now if i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;050. Broken someone's heart :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Im...not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;051. Been arrested :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Nope. Im not problematic ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;052. Cried when someone died :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~DUH OF COURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;053.Kissed anyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~My parents xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you believe in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;054. Yourself :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;055. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;056. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~umm, 50/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;057. Do you believe in God ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~Yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;058. Post as 58 truths and tag 10 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;JoYi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Cait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Mun ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Wee chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5 ppl oni lah.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1602092739507210949?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1602092739507210949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1602092739507210949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1602092739507210949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1602092739507210949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-doing-anotha-tag-somehow-0o.html' title='Been doing anotha tag somehow 0o'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4248453527725381927</id><published>2009-03-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:34:38.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects stinks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Projects are too stressing... haha. Im not saying that cause im lazy or anything but.. It's just interfering with my regular daily work like sleeping or laying around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It's just that it's so ma fan we have discussions her discussions there and they all end in a fight or something... It's sooo not "merapatkan"-ing our friendship. I mean, for all group work that's suppose to happen right? But this group is SO not like that. But i still love my group ok ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And marie, pls dun get stressed up about being da leada and all but, it is your job to boss us around xD. And i hope all the fights will decrease in number ok... Joyi, you are a great help to the group and thank you very much for doing better in my job than i do.... =__=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4248453527725381927?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4248453527725381927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4248453527725381927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4248453527725381927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4248453527725381927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/projects-stinks.html' title='Projects stinks...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6391794046704465361</id><published>2009-03-12T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:02:03.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Might as well write it now since it's da first thing i thought of... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; \Science -98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; /Geo       -94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; \Maths  -92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; /Moral   -90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; \BI         -84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; /Seni      -83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;KH      -79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;/Sejarah-76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; \Pjk       -74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;/Sivik   -70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;\BM     -68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today when me and Queenie went to da canteen, i had to find a place to sit lar. and... I kinda accidentally sat at da gangster's side of da table without noticing... ^^" lol. I didn't even know. And i think 1 of da girls there was kinda looking at me and i was like, dun care~. Then phui yee passed by and said "wah ian yi you so brave eh~~" and i was like, huh?? But.. luckily queenie was there and told me to move it. Thank god... After all that she told me that normally the gangsters 'rule' that side of da table and yes, now only i knew that. Lol, im so outdated!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yea btw, thank you Queenie~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So anyways... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I told Joyi mayb i was gonna blog about this... So i did! Joyi has been saying some really weird thihngs that sounded soo wrongggg... xD&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;joyi:&lt;/span&gt; hey should he(her sketch of a guy's head) be wearing a cap or a hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; dunno. I prefer a hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;joyi:&lt;/span&gt; oh well, i should draw something different from what i usually do. Nah i should draw him with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nothing on~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ..... *slightly gonna burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;joyi:&lt;/span&gt; ok that sounded wrong... 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;lol, im so lame.... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6391794046704465361?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6391794046704465361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6391794046704465361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6391794046704465361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6391794046704465361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/full-results.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s tomorrow'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-8225530474930686013</id><published>2009-03-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:21:32.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half da results...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We got back our results. It wasn't that good... But it was still considered ok ok ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I got b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ack Sejarah, Geografy, BI, Seni, Science and Maths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;E &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;S!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Hoppin to pass with da frying colars no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(Hoping to pass with flying colours right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt;= 76 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Geo&lt;/span&gt;= 94 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt;= 84 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Seni&lt;/span&gt;= 83 =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;= 98 =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and finally maths&lt;/span&gt; i gots 92 =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad eh? lol, im so show offy. Well, i hope the other results are better than this... Pray that i could pass BM and Sivik!! hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-8225530474930686013?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8225530474930686013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=8225530474930686013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8225530474930686013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8225530474930686013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterdays-tomorrow.html' title='Half da results...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-896479791544628216</id><published>2009-03-06T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:53:01.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got tagged... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A.) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B.) Tag 10 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C.) Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Anyone who's bored right now and has nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, i can tell you that i have NOT been studying cause exams are finally over!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Nope, except if i just found out i have a stalker or something 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. What had happened at 10.00 am today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Pressing the snooze button several times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, i actually felt teary yesterday cause i just found out my sejarah results were horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Your whole life is yours to fool around with, but leaving this world is everybody's destiny in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, for 1 thing, GROWING TALLER. And hoping to get good grades for this monthly test ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;If i have an umbrella, i'll use the umbrella. If i had a hood, i'll use the umbrella xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Truthfully, a boaster ^^. I can do without the pillow actually cause i normally sleep on the boaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;short shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;aww, i got lots cause my birthday was 2 days ago. lol. But i'll have to juz choose 1 of em: Sending u a cute bear... (picture of a bear) Wishing you a Happy Birthday full of happiness.. from: Tzen, 4-Mar-09 22:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;well, if i HAD one it would be fun to do so ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Uh, no. It kinda only fits me xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Uh... I think it's HSM3. The movies ok. It's quite nice ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My fam, my friends, and everything that has made my life worth living for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"I coming 7.35" From Kelly C, 25-feb-09 00.02. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;well, it's The Lion Sleeps Tonight during choir. And it was awesome by the way ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you have any nick names?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i have 1 but it's totally nerdy... Maths queen xD. Dun... say... anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It say "hey im doing a tag now and it's driving me up the wall with all these questions about my text messages..." lol. jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;about.. 1 something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Umm, yea. Sure. If this tag wasn't as long as it is =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My friends and sometimes my sis but that's very seldom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If i had whipped cream in a can i would do that whenever i could ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No one. I dun really talk on da phone unless it's something important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Is anyone bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Are you counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Joyi and Kat bugging me to kick 'him' outa the conversation in MSN. And nigahiga on Youtube too xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nope. But i do have a pair in my drawers and they looks so nice to wear xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Marie when i was in tuition yesterday... Luckily my phone was in silent mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well, yeah. once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Who annoys you most in a person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I dun really get this question and neither does the person who tagged me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Shhhhh.... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Umm, no.. And i dun think i ever will cause i juz found out what cocaine is juz now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Whitish white... And i kinda drew my name on it above my bed. So it's kinda colourful on 1 side xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No. I'd be tempted but no.. no. A billion dollars won't save you from hell ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of: talk is cheap?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The words that comes out is what really matters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Umm... me. Duh~ These questions are so curious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'd have to say my dad. i always hug him be4 i go sleep ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Don't think I've kissed anyone before in that matter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well, I dunno~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died,when they really didn't die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In movies, of course! In reality, no... That'll be so rude.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I dun have a profile song but... If i did, it won't mean anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Uh... i didn't dream of anybody. I think. How would i remember?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;about, 00:07:37 from now ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Some of my friends say DUH~~ and some say, i remain the same 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lady Gaga- Poker face. New ultimate favourite song~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes opened or closed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Open. But it'll be so cool if i could walk wit eyes closed =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I have lots of quotes. But i dun follow most of them ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yeah~ It's just so sad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Piano, keyboard, violin and guitar. hey, i didn't say that i could play it nicely right~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Thinking that i could actually get good grades in this exam by cramping on it all night... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. What are you doing last night at 11 pm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;uh... I think i was watching youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess it'll be "im just a girl with a crush on you" by Britney Spears ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No, or at least i dun think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Friends and family. Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;yeah, but im horrible at languages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;www.youtube.com, or any other websites that makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Does Kuek Ian make any sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sleep till 1 and relaxing from all the pressure from this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Very blurr, forgetful, stupid, and horrible at making conversations =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I won't say the love of my life although i dun even know him yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;school and home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Im not a gaming kind of person... Im an MSN kinda person xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;all me friends~ won't be seeing them till tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, which will you choose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;this is confusing because i love my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This freakin tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;SKSI! The awesomest school of chaos and the most empty school i've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Purple, white and black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the happyness of seeing other people being happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A piece a gem that hasn't been polished yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. If you have something troubling you,what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;emo the whole day of juz let it all out to a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Katherine, the tagger who tagged me =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Most o&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;f my friends, and the people who has a syok life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-March-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The feeling of knowing you have 25 more questions to go is not very good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2 minutes to 2.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Katherine... Kind of person? An easily pissed, mature person... (copyright from Joyi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Didn't dye my hair. But if i did, mayb brownish brunette. I like brunette ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You know, i have no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Emo... and i won't be very chatty. But who can tell the difference xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I dunno. As long as he's the 1, i guess i dun really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82.Who is more important to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;My friends and family la! Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life,what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Wah, uh, i would tell that person my feelings xD. And if it really wasn't my last day in the end, suicide @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Shhhhh ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;What dyou mean 'believe'? I saw 1 with my own eyes before! But if you mean in life, then i would say: The heavier the rain, The brighter the rainbow will be in the end ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. If you have a dream come true,what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I dunno... really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;To have the best year of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd have to say... Happyness ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Do you really think it's global warming now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah! duh! So panas nowadays~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Jealousy and anger. Could lead to destruction you know xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Heck yeah! Without it, life will suck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Absolutely heck yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;My family! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;F and F... I've said it alot of times already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Uh, i dun wanna fight~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Lots of stuff.. I dun wanna remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow, that sucks... what did i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Break up with him be4 he breaks up with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Feeling so tired and pissed and i feel like i've wasted alot of time doing this!! =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-896479791544628216?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/896479791544628216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=896479791544628216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/896479791544628216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/896479791544628216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-tagged-again.html' title='Got tagged... again'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-7658729655674451852</id><published>2009-03-02T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:37:29.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road less travelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sav4JDwLGiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/futGdqP3PVw/s1600-h/forest+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sav4JDwLGiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/futGdqP3PVw/s320/forest+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308609420296133154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz... I dun really know what's this post about. It juz came to me so.. I juz write lah xD. Well, you know those times when you dun feel like you belong, im kinda feeling that nowz. I mean, i dun even know what's going on inside me anymore... Gosh, im so confused. And you know what, i dun even know what the problem is! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sorry, you can stop reading now. There's something wrong with me... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, i know the pic is not a fork road, but i just like it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-7658729655674451852?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/7658729655674451852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=7658729655674451852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7658729655674451852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7658729655674451852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/03/haizz.html' title='Road less travelled'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/Sav4JDwLGiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/futGdqP3PVw/s72-c/forest+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1008852199585211672</id><published>2009-02-27T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:38:16.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another big slug~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I feel like this is the biggest slug i found, but then it couldn't compare to the first =/. Well, it started of when we were practicing for the sukan, you know, raptai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It was ok at first, cause kawad(marching) was fun! But then we had to stand for 3-4 hours straight... in the perhimpunan place... But at least we weren't the only ones standing there. Then, the teachers were giving these long speeches that were like, 30 minutes long or so, it was irritating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;After that all the "flag-holders" were suppose to run to the front to give that weird ikhrar that they do every year. They were suppose to run synchronously la. So the teachers asked them to re-do and re-do and re-do... We were like, so pissed with the teacher we feel like killing her. The teacher was on the stage, with an UMBRELLA, using the mike, shouting at us... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Then, the worse part is we had to do the whole performance again... It was suppose to finish at 10, but then it took another 2 hours... My feet are killing me right now... Right now i got this weird sunburn on my neck  which is not really sunburn, i dunno what izit... It's the same as what wee chien got la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;After everything&lt;/span&gt;, we(me, haritha and kelly) went upstairs to change. Then you know, 2 pengawas percubaan were half way locking the door to the stairs. Then we were like: "please la, let us through since you haven't lock the door yet... We're so dang tired!" Then they look at us, look at each other, then lock the door =.='' So zha dou... what kind of person does that... Pengawas PERCUBAAN some more. And actually kelly had more authority than them... omg we've juz been owned by a couple of form 1s =S. So... we had to walk all the way to the other gate juz to get to the toilet... I was so pissed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haritha said that was the 1st time she heard me say that much bad words on the way to the stairs xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So... Im not gonna say anything else cause im not as angry as then now. ^^ By the way, don't you think it's weird that both of my bad days are on Wednesday? Funny funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1008852199585211672?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1008852199585211672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1008852199585211672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1008852199585211672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1008852199585211672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-big-slug.html' title='Another big slug~'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-259698936523135652</id><published>2009-02-20T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:00:07.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terlarut di Sungai Kinta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;That's just a phrase Joyi taught me so that i could remember sejarah things. (thank you joyi ^^) That phrase means bijih timah di perak ada di Daerah Larut dan Daerah Kinta. Easy to rmb right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Not only that. There are more phrases that dun really makes sense but it does. I guess it's because it's funny that's why i remember. The British came to Tanah Melayu to burn stuff like bijih timah, emas, bijih besi dan arang batu. see joyi, i remember!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The longest story she told me is the Perang klang di Selangor story. I'll juz tell you guys in english k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, it started when Starfish Guy(Raja Sulaiman) adi 'mangkat'. Then hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s son Sourgrape Guy (Raja Mahadi) was gonna take his place but then the people dun like ma.. Cause he sourgrape. Then, as replacement they threw in the throne was Random-Guy Fruitseller (Raja Abdullah). Wah, that guy damn lucky man. Then Sourgrape not puas hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i ma, he go threw a stone at random guy. Then 10 keris came back at him. So they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; start to fight fight loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's all i remember so far... Thanks joyi for helping me remember. And if i miss out anything, tell me ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what they'll look like in the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaETyaqxYoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kvc6oFX1eWE/s1600-h/sejarah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaETyaqxYoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kvc6oFX1eWE/s320/sejarah.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305543592892260994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaETyTBsVPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Zuz4kTo4Nf4/s1600-h/sejarah2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaETyTBsVPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Zuz4kTo4Nf4/s320/sejarah2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305543590840915186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Look out sejarah, cause im coming to get you! (well, not really) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-259698936523135652?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/259698936523135652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=259698936523135652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/259698936523135652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/259698936523135652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/terlarut-di-sungai-kinta.html' title='Terlarut di Sungai Kinta!'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaETyaqxYoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kvc6oFX1eWE/s72-c/sejarah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-8461612071513595325</id><published>2009-02-19T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:59:42.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Stressed-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaAkykkjxbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g2tvHLsp1rE/s1600-h/anger+issues.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaAkykkjxbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g2tvHLsp1rE/s320/anger+issues.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305280812271519154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My title and picture says it all.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Im having some problems with handling my own time. Like, im always doing my homework till midnight. That explains why im such a shorty xD. Then sometimes i have to wake up early just to CONTINUE doing my homework. It's like never-ending man... And that's just school stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't do my tuition homework you know. At all. Maybe sometimes i do it la, about half an hour before i go to tuition. but that's when im eating my dinner. Urgh! I need a schedule man... But i just can't find the time to do it. Maybe i go on9 too much ^^". but hey, i need at least a little happiness in my life don't i? Hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Haiz... I seriously need some help. I feel like im not gonna do so good this year. Im sinking, i need some1 to pull me up! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-8461612071513595325?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8461612071513595325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=8461612071513595325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8461612071513595325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8461612071513595325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/utterly-stressed-out.html' title='Utterly Stressed-out'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SaAkykkjxbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g2tvHLsp1rE/s72-c/anger+issues.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1955608593319032771</id><published>2009-02-18T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:49:00.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To violin, or not to violin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZwqfz4OXTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q6to1sW1l4M/s1600-h/music3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZwqfz4OXTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q6to1sW1l4M/s320/music3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304161187125943602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I couldn't think of a better title xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, my mom told me la, i should go back to learning violin once i've finished learning piano to Grade 8. which i think is totally stressful and tiring. But i would like to learn violin actually... I've learned once. It was fun, but i didn't like the way i play it. I sounded like... A person who couldn't play violin. I can breakdown very easily...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, maybe i was juz trying to be perfect in playing it. Im always like that wan. what do they call it... Perfectionist. Am i being perasan? If i am, ignore me. My teacher said all beginners are like that. But seeing all the other ppl playing at the centre makes me so... down in the ditch... I mean, when you hear somebody playing it so well, makes you feel so... gah! I shouldn't compare, but... dunno lah... Im too confused now. I should stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So, should i play, or should i not? (if can, please leave a comment on your suggestion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1955608593319032771?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1955608593319032771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1955608593319032771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1955608593319032771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1955608593319032771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-violin-or-not-to-violin.html' title='To violin, or not to violin?'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZwqfz4OXTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q6to1sW1l4M/s72-c/music3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-3696141525033403407</id><published>2009-02-14T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:33:46.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest slug in my lettuce sandwich..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;No this is not about lettuce sandwiches! It's just a phrase i learned from a book ^^. It kinda means the worst day of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;This happened a long time ago. I juz decided to blog about it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;reason no1&lt;/span&gt;~ Had sukan practice today. After i ran across the field, i vomited in the canteen... eww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;reason no2&lt;/span&gt;~ I didn't bring my sejarah text book(which i thought was ok because during that time, our class haven't found a sejarah teacher yet) but suddenly out of the blue and into the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;purple, she came that day! Like, WTH right?! So as punishment, i had to stand up for the whole sejarah period...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;reason no3&lt;/span&gt;~ I also didn't bring my kh text book ^^'' and my kh teacher is quite strict... I lazy describe her la, you go to Kat's blog and see lah xD. But this reason is not so reasonable because she didn't really scold me so... Im lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;reason no4&lt;/span&gt;~ Then after recess, i just got news from a friend that today don't have pjk... I was like... noooooo!!! (p.s. i like pjk, i looove pjk...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;well, that's about it. It doesn't seem so bad in my blog but.. It IS horrible in reality. I hope nothing like this will ever happen again. And, i really learn alot from this day:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;1. no matter what.. always bring my text books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. never push myself to run across the field if i can't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. well, there's no no3 because pjk doesn't happen every week so.. I guess i have to deal with it =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;ok, im done here. buhbyes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-3696141525033403407?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3696141525033403407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=3696141525033403407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3696141525033403407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3696141525033403407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/biggest-slug-in-my-lettuce-sandwich.html' title='The Biggest slug in my lettuce sandwich..'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4446375897920167921</id><published>2009-02-13T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:00:44.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZWLJPxzS5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1w563euN_ZI/s1600-h/music4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZWLJPxzS5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1w563euN_ZI/s320/music4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302297127269125010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey.. My friend sent me this poem, and i think it's really true and meaningful.. in a sort of emo and dark way... hahax. Anyways, here's the poem:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Darker Side of Valentine - By Kael (Class Project)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once again, we’ve reached that part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When everywhere you look you see a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where you might start thinking you’re blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;‘Cos pink and red’s all you find…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It’s time when eardrums burst with high-pitched squealing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And most girls in the Girl’s school’s blushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Girls endlessly chatting on the same topic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Again and again about which guy they wanna pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When florists makes the most in months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And guys requesting the cutting of plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Girls accept them without a second thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And leave them around just to rot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cavities follow the gift of chocolate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nauseous crowds unlucky to be behind lovebirds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Man, the air is just too crazily sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;While some enjoy it, it makes a handful sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And behind the scene’s, people never knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The truth of heartbreaks when confession’s flew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Avoidable tears fell on this accursed day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When people reject what others' hearts say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ain't it beautiful? hehehe... well, it IS called the darker side of Valentine ^^. Have a Happy Heart Day you guys!! Oh, and credits to Kael, she wrote this poem. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZWKSVx0XCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0dsY5fVQThg/s1600-h/Poems-for-Broken-Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZWKSVx0XCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0dsY5fVQThg/s320/Poems-for-Broken-Hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302296183987002402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4446375897920167921?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4446375897920167921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4446375897920167921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4446375897920167921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4446375897920167921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-poem.html' title='Valentine poem'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SZWLJPxzS5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1w563euN_ZI/s72-c/music4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-8209583165047101835</id><published>2009-02-09T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:06:23.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers and Curses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey yal... I was supposed to write this a loong time ago. Eh heh.. But anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My aunt kinda got an accident. She's ok now la, but her face is horribly bruised all over, and her leg kinda got fractured. Ok, here's what happened. She was checking the air-cond in her car while she's standing outside her car la. Then out of nowhere, a &amp;amp;%*#% guy was speeding like, out-of-controllably, and hit my aunt's car, causing her to fly out. Then her lips busted and all the bruises on the face came la(ouchies). Then her workers saw her and sent her to hospital. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Prayers for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The guy that hit her was only like, 16? 17? And haven't even got his license yet... What kind of parents let their son do something like that?! Crazy parents... Then at court or somethin, the father wanted to take the blame so that the son won't go to jail. It was like saying the son didn't do anything wrong. Sheesh... I dun really know what happened after that so... End. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Prayers for the parents and their son ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What? You thought i was gonna curse them? You crazy. I was gonna curse my never-ending homework xD. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Curses...&lt;/span&gt; I know, im so random. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-8209583165047101835?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8209583165047101835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=8209583165047101835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8209583165047101835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8209583165047101835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers-and-curses.html' title='Prayers and Curses'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-3461224386330300026</id><published>2009-02-04T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:54:16.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok. This is a tag about you and your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;1st, name your ten top best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;2nd, rank them from number one to ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;3rd, write down a short description about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1. Caitlen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. Mun ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3. Joyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4. Haritha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;6. Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;7. Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;8. Cheok hymm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;9. Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;10. Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok. On with the questions. No peeking! No changing the names!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;1. How did you meet number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» Primary school Year 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;2. Why is number 7 your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» cuz she my good friend la.. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;3. What is number 10 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» quite smart, funny, horny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;4. What is your favorite memory of number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» umm... i forgot. i dunno ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;5. Who does number 9 like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; she dun like anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;6. Love them all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» without a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;7. Trust them all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» mostly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;8. How old is number 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» 14 (same age as me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;9. Ever been in the same bed? If so, who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» no.. you crazy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;10. Does number 8 know you guys are best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» i dun think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;11. Name one of number 5's hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» listening to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;12. What is number 6 good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» talking, lots of other stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;13. Do you have a crush on anyone above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;»well, last time... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;14. Make a nickname for all of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;1. Caitlen [cait]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;2. Mun ee [Cheryl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;3. Joyi [wong jojo]xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;4. Haritha [ham &amp;amp; jam]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;5. Kelly [KFC / KLCC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;6. Katherine [kat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;7. Marie [mountain/Biscuit] (she doesn't approve to mountain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;8. Cheok Hymm [Chalk / Cheoky]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;9. Grace [Grape / or just grace xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;10. Andrew [drew/Goldilocks] (dun ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;15. Do you love number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» Love 'em like french fries! or at least like a bestie ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;16. Who is number 2 dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» She not dating (maybe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;17. Ever gone on a date with anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» i don't really call it a date but...yea, sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;18. Know all of number 2's secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;19. When was the last time you saw number 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;» at school today =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;20. Tag people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Cait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Mun ee (like you said ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wee Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Joyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheok (but i know he won't bother xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-3461224386330300026?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3461224386330300026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=3461224386330300026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3461224386330300026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3461224386330300026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag.html' title='A Tag...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2127644377534127599</id><published>2009-02-03T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:41:59.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So touching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I saw this video in youtube. I got the idea of researching it when my church camp actually did the skit during camp. It's soooo beautiful!! Please watch it when you got the time to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;If you don't know what zit about then here's what happening... The guy in the purple silk is Jesus and He created you (the girl is human). Then He taught you to move and to do everything. But then sin came into our hearts (the 5 ppl wearin black) and drove you away from Him. Well, you see what's going on in the end lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, and there's 1 guy who commented about it. You know what he said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"it didn't make me cry because im religious and i saw the great lord in this video, which makes you think i'm retarded, because you're obviously a religion-hater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;it made me cry, because i'm human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;it made me cry, because i saw the problems that the girl in this video has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;it made me cry, because i saw that she was strong enough to find a way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;it made me cry, because she found the way back to life.&lt;br /&gt;think about that MrsRetardedDonuts      "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Which is sooo true =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope you liked the video and i hope that it touches your heart. It certainly touched mine ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;ps: that MrsRetartedDonuts, is juz a guy who says crap about the vid. Don't listen to him. He doesn't know what's he talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2127644377534127599?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2127644377534127599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2127644377534127599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2127644377534127599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2127644377534127599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-touching.html' title='So touching...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1644497378443101047</id><published>2009-01-14T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:55:11.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious... NOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, i've always wanted to post this but i didn't have the guts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Till i saw my cousins actually trying to make me eat it!! I was so angry when they wanted me to eat shark fin soup... Do you know what was shark fin soup be4 it was even soup? Massacred sharks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just imagine... People cutting your hands and le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;gs off while you're still conscious and awake, and throwing you away like a piece of shit to let you die a slow and painful death. I couldn't bare to put pictures of cutting away their fins in my blog, so i have these instead ^^. Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW35GpvQ16I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PsU7b67Yr0Y/s1600-h/conservation_pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW35GpvQ16I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PsU7b67Yr0Y/s320/conservation_pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291159029908821922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW32SK1Br8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/IlbsbJoVrm8/s1600-h/1215781554SHARKFI8crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW32SK1Br8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/IlbsbJoVrm8/s320/1215781554SHARKFI8crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291155929235042242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Step 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW32R5mMNKI/AAAAAAAAADw/IPJ04evzJqU/s1600-h/sharkfins-drying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW32R5mMNKI/AAAAAAAAADw/IPJ04evzJqU/s320/sharkfins-drying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291155924609414306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW33iC4aeeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mZFf-0X6NXU/s1600-h/891b20d9444bdcbe_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW33iC4aeeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mZFf-0X6NXU/s320/891b20d9444bdcbe_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291157301491300834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And finally, Step 4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please stop eating sharks.... It really has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Hope these pictures sink in your heads and will never come out... MUAHAHAHA!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1644497378443101047?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1644497378443101047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1644497378443101047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1644497378443101047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1644497378443101047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/01/delicious-not.html' title='Delicious... NOT!!'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SW35GpvQ16I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PsU7b67Yr0Y/s72-c/conservation_pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-983167505505816873</id><published>2009-01-05T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:26:01.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not talking about drugs arr. No, not smoking oso. But a long long old show... ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SPIRITED AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wooooooooooo!!! ^^ i love that show!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you never heard of it,  then should go look up on it. It's really interesting--if you like cartoons la--i dunno why i never watched the whole movie long time ago. then December my cuz borrowed me her CD to bring home. Actually i watched it at her house but it was so noisy i couldn't hear them talking, so that's why i borrowed it home. Then it was soooo amazing!! So.. AHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Although the girl in the movie her voice was.. quite annoying sometimes. But it fits her character. lol. But most of all, i loovvve the main guy in the show... His voice is so *sigh*. hahaha. Haku, Haku, Haku, Haku!! ^^ It's quite scary cause Haku sounds like my friend's name, Maku. lol. He's from phillipines. Ok, lost track here. Anyways, here are some pics of the show..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SWIWz82vz4I/AAAAAAAAADY/xQ3apNriN5U/s1600-h/chihiro%26kahaku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SWIWz82vz4I/AAAAAAAAADY/xQ3apNriN5U/s320/chihiro%26kahaku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287813994251276162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is Chihiro and Haku. I know, he kinda looks like a girl but you'll get use to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SWIW0JX4nzI/AAAAAAAAADg/tbHN3TQ27Uc/s1600-h/spiritedaway-chihiro%26haku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SWIW0JX4nzI/AAAAAAAAADg/tbHN3TQ27Uc/s320/spiritedaway-chihiro%26haku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287813997611491122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;That's when Haku gives Chihiro her old clothes and giving her something to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SWIW0eZlwUI/AAAAAAAAADo/osoKG75S-4o/s1600-h/spirited+away-the+mouse+and+the+puff+balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SWIW0eZlwUI/AAAAAAAAADo/osoKG75S-4o/s320/spirited+away-the+mouse+and+the+puff+balls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287814003255787842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hehe, this one's really cute. Those little puff balls are looking at a mouse which is actually a baby transformed into a mouse. And that bird on his head was transformed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;WATCH THE SHOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-983167505505816873?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/983167505505816873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=983167505505816873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/983167505505816873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/983167505505816873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2009/01/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SWIWz82vz4I/AAAAAAAAADY/xQ3apNriN5U/s72-c/chihiro%26kahaku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-3483154491777484918</id><published>2008-11-13T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:05:30.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;19 you can find anywhere. 19 on the streets. 19 IN MY KITCHEN! Those 19 were creeping me out! I'll give you some time to think what those 19 were. I'll give clues along.  I was jumping around when i saw them coming out behind the cupboard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was a colony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Some of you may think that it's no biggie. But i think most of you would. it was so icky and gross!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I dun think lizards would eat it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;haha, i was jumping on the chairs and tables when i saw them. But good thing they came out one by one. my mom had to spray the back of the cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My mom got rid of all of 'em... Or did she? At night when me and my sis where watching tv. we saw one of 'em on the stairs, and one of 'em in our computer room. My sis had a really big phobia of it. hehe ^^. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They crawled so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; but luckily my dad hit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Now im gonna tell you what it is. But im guessing you already know it by now. Haha, it's 19 cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-3483154491777484918?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3483154491777484918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=3483154491777484918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3483154491777484918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3483154491777484918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/11/19.html' title='19...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2081507866966092977</id><published>2008-11-07T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:22:26.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissuephobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;If you're wondering what the heck is the title all about, it's a longgg story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today in school was quite boring... We stayed in the dewan(hall) the whole day. But, Marie cheered us up! xD Our group were telling some ghost stories which were scary and abit sad btw. We even talked about..well...''B.M.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It's not 'Bahasa Melayu' if that's what you're thinking. I dare not say la.. It's 'Bloody M..." Okok, that's all im telling you. The other word is a name. WoOoOo... chills....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Uh.. where was i? oh ya, being happy! Kat was telling some weird story about a guy in a train or something. Marie was kinda dreaming and looking around, listening to the story. When suddenly, BOO! AHHHH!!! Cindy threw a tissue in front of her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Marie was so shocked, she scream so loud that made all of us scream xD. Then she fell on her left where Joyi was sitting. Marie accidentally bumped Joyi's head while she was sketching something. Everything was happening so fast that i didn't even know what just happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh, i should have taken a picture of it. It's only funny when you see it. Now, Marie's having a major fear of tissues and randomly, bottles. When we were asked to clean up the hall--yes i know, so pathetic--She left all the tissues lying around and we had to pick it up. It was the best thing that's ever happened today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;p.s. Since i don't have a photo, i'll roughly draw what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SRRAhBJjFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OyJ0OQjoB-E/s1600-h/tissue%21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SRRAhBJjFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OyJ0OQjoB-E/s320/tissue%21.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265904800291296818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2081507866966092977?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2081507866966092977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2081507866966092977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2081507866966092977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2081507866966092977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/11/tissuephobia.html' title='Tissuephobia'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SRRAhBJjFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OyJ0OQjoB-E/s72-c/tissue%21.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-3570277364447058036</id><published>2008-10-24T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:31:29.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cobra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I wasn't a witness actually. My dad told me about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So anyways, there was a cobra in my backyard. My dogs barked (of course). So my dad let them out of their cages. Chester saw it behind the flower pots and tried to get it. And i dunno how, but the snake sprayed venom at Chester's eye!(but, good thing it didn't bite him) My mom, me and my sis were on the way back from church(and now you see why i wasn't a witness).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thankfully, Chester's ok. It's just that his eye became swollen. he's still very active though. haha. Everything went back to normal a few days later after putting some medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;What happen to the snake? Well, my dad caught it and, well, killed it. Then he threw it in the drain. Hey, he hurt my dog ok?? Dun pity it.... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;p.s. Sorry i dun have any pics. Actually this occured a week ago xD. I had no time to go on the com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-3570277364447058036?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/3570277364447058036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=3570277364447058036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3570277364447058036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/3570277364447058036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/10/cobra.html' title='Cobra!'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-8340553000918090933</id><published>2008-10-08T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:37:25.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;This is just a post to sympathize Kelly. Poor Kelly. I won't tell you why i felt sorry for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But i will ^^. Firstly, she lost her crush to her close friend (how horrible, right? her best friend somemore) And  we know she stole him because she started flirting after she knew about the crush on him... But anyways, she does that to everybody.. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Secondly, her phone gets confiscated by her parents, i don't know why. Maybe she uses it too much or something. So now she has to use the... house phone.... And according to her, she has no privacy while using it. Her parents will answer it 1st and say that Kelly is busy. They'll ask what do you wanna talk to her about. And if you say the wrong thing, i dun think they'll let you talk to her. And even if they DID let her chat, they'll listen to what she's talking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And now(today), her friend is annoying her in school by pushing her chair and stuff. So sad. I hope things get better for her. May God be with her through these awful times. All for now, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-8340553000918090933?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8340553000918090933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=8340553000918090933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8340553000918090933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8340553000918090933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-kelly.html' title='Poor Kelly'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-6709374999634472359</id><published>2008-10-01T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:06:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat. It's everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ling: &lt;/span&gt;Food that i like ah?? I like the pig meat, the horse meat, the lamb meat, the cow meat, the snake meat, the frog meat, the turtle meat, the dog meat, the scorpion meat, the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Ei, you didn't mention chicken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ling:&lt;/span&gt; Chicken??? I don't eat chicken wo. Who eats it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sometimes, i feel like we just want to eat everything that's possible to eat. For example, we're eating pure breed dogs here (fyi, im a dog lover...). What kind of sicko eats it?! And how can they stand to eat it?! it's just too unbearable. And don't get me started on snakes and scorpions... If you wanna suicide i don't mind. But for a delicacy!? Eck! That guy must have lost his taste buds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Look, i just don't like it that we're all eating... well... everythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;g we could. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t's just so disturbing. Can't we just stick to the old fashion fish and chicken? Which is what every1 eats now? (Or at least I do ^^)  hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;p.s. Ling is just a fictional character representing the person im disgusted in this post. (sorry, Ling!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Here are some pics about... stuff about this post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0j_C6BYI/AAAAAAAAACo/NBTgiF9aJRU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0j_C6BYI/AAAAAAAAACo/NBTgiF9aJRU/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252451226988709250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0kfPlrWI/AAAAAAAAADI/DzHFi4WuEAw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0kfPlrWI/AAAAAAAAADI/DzHFi4WuEAw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252451235631836514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by110w.bay110.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=12&amp;amp;messageId=67e3a3cc-98d1-4c3c-9b70-ebf34aa46d02&amp;amp;Aux=44%7C0%7C8CAD69C1FD5E610%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://by110w.bay110.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=12&amp;amp;messageId=67e3a3cc-98d1-4c3c-9b70-ebf34aa46d02&amp;amp;Aux=44%7C0%7C8CAD69C1FD5E610%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0kDbsiTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7DHefyWx3dA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0kDbsiTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7DHefyWx3dA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252451228166424882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0kAcgL0I/AAAAAAAAACw/hqpa1dJrEn8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0kAcgL0I/AAAAAAAAACw/hqpa1dJrEn8/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252451227364503362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-6709374999634472359?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/6709374999634472359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=6709374999634472359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6709374999634472359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/6709374999634472359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/10/meat-its-everywhere.html' title='Meat. It&apos;s everywhere!'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOR0j_C6BYI/AAAAAAAAACo/NBTgiF9aJRU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-5906245977979900206</id><published>2008-09-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:44:25.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The paper flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Well... for starters, it's not very interesting so you shouldn't read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;you're still gonna read it aren't you? ok then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It was amazing. i didn't even know how it began. But i do. you're gonna think this is really stupid but i warned ya.  he didn't EXACTLY told me he liked me to begin with(yes, i know, so pa-theh-tic) my friend told me that HE really liked me. In case you were wondering, no. Im not gonna say his name. and fyi, i knew him. he was part of the group actually, but that time i was not close to him la. he is really cute, and chubby! ^^ and really REALLY funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;After i knew, i was sooo shocked. of all ppl, me! im not even close to him. I don't even look pretty. after that, i forgot what happen. ok, movin on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A few days pass and slowly i started liking him... it's kinda creepy.. but hey, this kind of thing happens. i started chatting with him. it was so amazing, cause i don't usually talk to guys and im horrible at it, but with him it's like, so normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways, one day i saw him doing origami at his place (we were kids, ok) so i went to talk to him. he showed me lots of paper stuff, like a frog or a bird and stuff. I didn't even know he was so good at it and i asked him to teach me ^^.  honestly, i don't remember half the things he taught me XD but it was really fun. my most favourite 1 was the cute little lotus. he gave that 1 to me since i liked it so much. i kept it in my pencil box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;On my birthday, he gave me a paper box. i was kinda 'excited' and 'impatient' then so i... tore it ^^". Anywaysss, it was a hand-made necklace. it's looked really tacky. but it was the most wonderful present i gotten that year. i never wore it, till now actually, but i kept it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;We're not really the social type of relationship, so it didn't really last. I gotten bored and well, we broke up. And whoa was that the biggest mistake i ever made. but it was just not meant to be. anyway, it's just a childhood sweetheart right? but i still kept that little lotus. and whenever i look at it, it reminded me of us then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOD_WDt-qvI/AAAAAAAAACI/4oGcGzV4jUk/s1600-h/DSCN3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOD_WDt-qvI/AAAAAAAAACI/4oGcGzV4jUk/s320/DSCN3011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251477919934360306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-5906245977979900206?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/5906245977979900206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=5906245977979900206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5906245977979900206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/5906245977979900206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/09/paper-flower.html' title='The paper flower'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SOD_WDt-qvI/AAAAAAAAACI/4oGcGzV4jUk/s72-c/DSCN3011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-8396049514465809768</id><published>2008-09-12T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:12:23.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You guys can skip this post.. Im just outa ideas for my blog XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyways, here's they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Don't look so close in the toilet bowl while flushing it. You don't wanna know what will happen if you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Don't do something that you'll regret later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;3. Listen to your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;4. When you're sad, just eat some chocolate. ( Don't ask, just eat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;5. Don't wander off alone unless you're armed or know martial arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Try wearing underwear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;7. Wear a helmet on the school bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;8. Yes, you still have to wash it even if it's just a wig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;9. Sleep on the floor if you don't wanna fall off the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;10. Listen to my advices if you're insane. haha ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-8396049514465809768?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/8396049514465809768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=8396049514465809768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8396049514465809768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/8396049514465809768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-tips.html' title='Some tips'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-2889512191403402082</id><published>2008-09-10T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:52:27.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a boys essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hahahahaha! today in school teacher was reading out a really make-no-sense essay by the boys in our class. yeah heh heh all the boys...yes it's onlay one essay~* well the first part made a little sense...then they totally lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gaylord had a really poor family. Although they were poor, Gaylord was a really smart boy. He worked for some money outside to buy revision books(that's why he's really smart ;D). One day, he asked his parents if he could go to tuition cause he wanted to. But his parents didn't have enough money so they couldn't afford it. Gaylord was so sad that he banged his head on the wall and was bleeding really bad. His parents didn't have a bandage to aid him at that time so they panicked (ohhhh whats gonna happen to Gaylord!?). So..his father went to get some papers from Gaylords revision book to bandage it for the time being. When Gaylord woke up, he was so angry for what his father did, so he banged his father's head with HIS head. So they were both bleeding (keep bleeding~ keep keep bleeding love~*background music*) The mother sent them to the hospital but they didn't have enough money to pay for REAL bandages. So they were kicked out. Then along came some gangsters... who wanted the bandages cause it just looks soooo COOL. So the gangsters beat them up and took the bandages and they soon died after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well what'dya think? A+ story huh? WooO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-2889512191403402082?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/2889512191403402082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=2889512191403402082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2889512191403402082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/2889512191403402082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/09/boys-essay.html' title='a boys essay'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-4876942095418036557</id><published>2008-09-03T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:37:46.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This message is for girls only. Boys inappropriate to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey girl friends! This message is 'bout break ups, make ups and... uh.. I got nothin. Anyways,  There's a girl in my school--not gonna mention names-- which had been dumped, or so i've been told, by her bf(or her boo).  She was so devastated that she ALMOST killed herself. She wanted to cut her wrist but luckily she didn't. She didn't have the guts and thank heavens for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My point is that a boy isn't worth your tears, (or your blood!) So don't feel sad. Actually, to dump a person you gotta know whens the right time to do so.  But if you caught him with another gal, dump him straight but make sure he was REALLY flirting with that girl. Otherwise, things could get messy. And FYI, most boys tease you when they kinda like you. This message is not proved to be real so don't listen to me if you don't want to XD. And here's some tips:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;~Only put mascara on the top eyelashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;~The thing about blush is that less is more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;~Did you know that it's impossible to put on mascara with your mouth closed? (if you're concentrating on your eyes XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;~Chocolate really helps when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;~Bananas help when you have cramps. who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i stop here. Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-4876942095418036557?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/4876942095418036557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=4876942095418036557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4876942095418036557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/4876942095418036557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-needs-them.html' title='Who needs them?'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-7881038455095672001</id><published>2008-09-03T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:09:59.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending....sending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;    'Forward this or i'll send mickey mouse to hunt you down!' Muahahahaha!(dramatic music in A minor)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get real. Have you ever received a message about this?  If so, Don't be scared. It's just an email. nobody kills you from an email. My sis got this and read it LAST YEAR, and still nth happened. I know, it's just for the fun of it, but i just don't get it. What so fun about it? You just waste your time, send and click and clicking send. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those out there who is scared of these or MAKING these emails, pls stop. i mean, ghosts can't come out from an email.(or so i've been told). And, who hunts you down for not forwarding it? But if you just want to forward it, send it to some1 who doesn't check their inbox. Now forward this message to everyone you know. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-7881038455095672001?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/7881038455095672001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=7881038455095672001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7881038455095672001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7881038455095672001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/09/forward-this-or-ill-send-mickey-mouse.html' title='Sending....sending...'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-7868280447685777709</id><published>2008-08-18T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:04:02.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;When i watch tv, i always feel like those bitches just disgust me.  They always think that they're so perfect and beautiful, but i feel like they're just like us. Well, in a kooky kind of way. I mean, everybody has the same amount of beauty, ppl just can't see it. There is inner beauty and beauty that you would notice at first sight.  But  if you're pretty on the outside and inside, then you're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner beauty is harder to notice for ppl judge you by how you look. They take 1 glance and say "Aiyo, that girl not pretty, not good wan. Let's not talk to her and ignore her so that we will be happy". Well, that's darn right wrong. You'll be alot happier with one of those ppl around.(you'll feel more prettier among them XD).  OK, im just being mean here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just writing this to tell you guys that being "less prettier" than the 1's on tv is just another reason not to live. So put those dumb thoughts away, and feel pretty today! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-7868280447685777709?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/7868280447685777709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=7868280447685777709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7868280447685777709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/7868280447685777709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-gal.html' title='Beautiful Gal'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910439898536198548.post-1562720593819995383</id><published>2008-08-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:10:39.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokin~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I went to a mamak store yesterday, but i just couldn't help noticing the guy smoking right behind me.. I couldn't eat my food without smelling that horrid cancer bringer. So i changed my seating ^^. but then after i sat at my new seat, i look behind just to see the same thing... haizz, sit north, smoke. south, more smoke. SMOKE SMOKE SMOKE! why do ppl even bother to live doing it! i mean come on, nothing good's gonna come out of it. Well, unless you wanna suicide i won't stop you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought, who made those cancer sticks anyway, he sure got hunted down for that. Oh, and if you do know who did, tell me k. Ok, i know i sound so lame right now but im just sayin, why do ppl say they want us to stop when they keep making more? I mean, it makes no sense! It's like saying they want the world to change but starting with you not me. That's so selfish man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say we should not waste our money after buying stuff, but after you bought cancer sticks, you've already wasted your money. Pay to get lung disease? So rugi! So kids, say 'NO!' to smoking! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910439898536198548-1562720593819995383?l=lifes-reflection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/feeds/1562720593819995383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8910439898536198548&amp;postID=1562720593819995383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1562720593819995383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910439898536198548/posts/default/1562720593819995383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-reflection.blogspot.com/2008/08/smokin.html' title='Smokin~'/><author><name>It's Zoe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895890906742295052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d00I7tU07mM/SYholXolreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lsm95DHSBdg/S220/DSC00232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
