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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQoCTEVsvIU/TWfafX0eIdI/AAAAAAAAARM/Uwx2fGFxWqw/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQoCTEVsvIU/TWfafX0eIdI/AAAAAAAAARM/Uwx2fGFxWqw/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577666896026542546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, again, I take ages to blog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's when I feel like blogging that I blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a lot of things have happened, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still trying to talk to them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, it has been better now .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Birthday is around the corner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I am not really feeling happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the beginning of this absurd year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moody seems to be my fixed mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is causing loads of harm to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was about to blog a really long post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for some reason, during the time of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these few short paragraphs, I lost inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'd end somewhere soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I downloaded these camera applications for&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; ITOUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is awesome, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOMO LOMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the best camera app.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovvveeeeee it (: .Okay I shall stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;There's something wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what is it ?&lt;/i&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/3502110010993210096-3023644141144515795?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3023644141144515795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3023644141144515795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3023644141144515795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>No one understands my pain,&lt;br /&gt;no one understands my sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I might be looking 항복해,&lt;br /&gt;하지만, &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;내가 슬픈  오전 내부,&lt;br /&gt;Please understand me,&lt;br /&gt;Please, I'm going through so much,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through more struggles,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sing, stand on that&lt;br /&gt;stage and sing, is that so much to&lt;br /&gt;ask ?, I'm dying in the process,&lt;br /&gt;I only have this talent, I only have&lt;br /&gt;this dream, don't turn my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;into a nightmare, don't turn my aspirations&lt;br /&gt;to crushed dreams, I just want to do&lt;br /&gt;what I love, not what I hate, 제발&lt;br /&gt;, 난 노래 너무 좋아요, I only&lt;br /&gt;want to live my dream, like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-5732306813528223778</id><published>2010-04-04T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:28:05.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're Pathetic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously, enough of your ridiculous silly circus acts,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as naive as her, I'm not dumb like her, Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;so She's now suddenly your best friend, so what ?!,&lt;br /&gt;You guys are a pile of poop, yeah, this childish, but&lt;br /&gt;I need to use this tactic to deal with you childish people,&lt;br /&gt;You are at that age where you suppose to be maturing ,&lt;br /&gt;but well, sadly, you are not, your state of mind is worse&lt;br /&gt;than my 4 year old nephew's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm supposed to talk my life so far, aren't I ?&lt;br /&gt;But one small problem, I'm angry , so how&lt;br /&gt;the nut am I supposed to be all Rainbows and&lt;br /&gt;sunny days ?, Okay, I know, I'm just gonna put that&lt;br /&gt;aside for now, well, at least my birthday was memorable,&lt;br /&gt;I had fun and I hope everyone did too, and thank you&lt;br /&gt;for the wonderful presents, and I really appreciate them,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I recently tore the ligament in my left knee, and&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, loads and loads of people cared for me,&lt;br /&gt;and Thank you all for the get well soon wishes ,&lt;br /&gt;I really am appreciative of them, and Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Janis, Janice and Emilyn for the card&lt;br /&gt;and the lovely flowers, you guys are true best&lt;br /&gt;friends unlike a certain someone, anyway, I'm in need&lt;br /&gt;of an study check, I need to focus more on my&lt;br /&gt;studies, and My singing dream, I want it to come&lt;br /&gt;through, I really want t leave this place and start&lt;br /&gt;a fresh brand new life as a Singer, or in another&lt;br /&gt;country, I really can't take any other blows,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'mma go off now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for making a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You really, good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-pathetic-seriously-enough-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7517551111145692466</id><published>2010-01-07T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:27:19.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;How long would it take you to realise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I really love you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Today, school was fairly good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I wouldn't say it was great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;although sitting next to Ruyi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and infront of TuJun and Justin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;is the best ever, they make classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;less boring with their ' cold ' jokes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;F&amp;amp;N, Ms Lily told us which class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;we're gonna be separated into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Either hers or Ms Thia, I actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;wished I wasn't in her class as she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;like a mad army commando, attire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;must be tip-top, must be polite, I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I agree on the polite-ness, anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yeah, I got send to her class, well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;pretty happy, I've got Janis and Emi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;with me and Ms Lily is a way better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;teacher than Ms Thia, so so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Maths, Oh, what can I say about this subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, basically, this year, I'm kinda 'forced'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to like this sbject as it is a must to pass it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;EMB3, well, I'd rather studying like mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and get good results then party like a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and fail like sucker, so I'm prepared to love this subject,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, Mr Ho is a good teacher, I'm really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;starting to like this subject, and the topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;we're learning supposed to be dry and boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;but I'm getting it, which I'm really happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chinese, Zhang Lao Shi is really super cute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can understand, she is THE Chinese drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TIC, so yeah, she's really dramatic, she kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;asking me if I understood what the passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;was asking, because copying the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;down without knowing anything wouldn't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;effective but yeah, I admit, I could understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the passage and where it was coming from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so that's another thumbs up for me [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Physics, Mr Tan always comes up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;funny and interesting ways to help us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;with our phyiscs and it is always fun with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;him in class, he's a super comedian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;English, Well, Pineapple is really well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nevermind, I don't really wanna talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, we went to RP( Republic Polytechnic )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;for their annual open house, our tour guides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;were students from their school and they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;were super adorkable and hot, the shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;guy is handsome too, and he looks like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;female, but I talked to him, and he's really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;adorkable, anyway, the open house was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;really cool, they had music courses but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;needed a grade 4 in any music to apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and since I don't even have a grade, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;was literally crushed, we were given a bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;with RP stuff and a teenage magazine which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I already got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I really have to scream your name in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you to know that I love you ? I really like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever since that day you made me laugh so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was attracted by your charm, mesmerised by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your smile, captured by your personality, I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know why I can't give you up, my heart can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want it to stop, I know waiting for you is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupidest thing, I know you'd never fall for a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like me, I know I'm being retarded writing this here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just really in a whirl, lost, I'm waiting for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you tell me that you love me too, will that day even happen ?&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/3502110010993210096-7517551111145692466?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7517551111145692466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7517551111145692466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7517551111145692466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7517551111145692466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-long-would-it-take-you-to-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-811624764817954407</id><published>2010-01-05T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:10:42.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always keep the Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Press on, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Strive and be the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;School, sigh, why do I even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;bother about talking about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Although, today was a pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;decent day, although, the stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;of N levels are already getting to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;me, it really stinks, I can't imagine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm already gonna have a test next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, can you believe it ? Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Mid-Year Examinations will be in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;May, that's almost 5 months away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and N levels are 7-8 months away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;oh the horror ! , but it's true what they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;say, why not just suffer now and enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;later ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I mean I want my results to shoot up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;all of a sudden, I do so want that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and I know my mathematics has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;at the bottom, but I believe and hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;that I can at least get a B3, for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;N level criteria is EMB3, English, Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and 3 other subjects, and must be less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;than 19 points, but even if I do get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;those points, it'd be pointless, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I want to be a Singer, non of the polytechnics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;have music courses, only Nayang School of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;fine arts and School of the Arts but those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;are colleges, and the scores to get in are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;almost impossible for me, but I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;in God to help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, the dream is still sitting in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my head waiting to be fulfilled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hope it comes true soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving it all to God&lt;br /&gt;I believe in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-3147098238314570059</id><published>2010-01-04T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:08:55.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad it all ended well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No matter what you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always keep the faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm really happy about something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, DBSK/TVXQ/TOHOSHINKI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;These boys will be smiling once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and Thank God these boys will be having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;more concerts and hopefully, they'd come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to Singapore, DBSK made me realise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that singing was what I wanted to do my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;whole life, I mean I had that dream when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;since I was little girl, I've done recordings in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;studios as my dad's company host this children's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;camp every year, so my dad usually asks my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;brother and I to be sing in it, since then, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;knew singing was what I wanted to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but as the years went by, I changed what I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wanted to be, Interior Designer, Fashion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;designer, but I never really tried to design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;clothes, or make houses look fabulous, now do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I only realise that I just found it cool that they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;could use a simple piece of cloth and make into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;something wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And for Interior Designing, it's just a matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;of making your house stand out, but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;need to have that creative and artistic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;talent, which I, don't really have, and even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;when I was thinking of becoming a Designer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I just kept singing, wherever I was, whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was doing, the same goes for dancing, I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;only been to a beginner's hip hop class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I've learnt the rest of the dance moves on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the computer, or just following DBSK's dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;moves for their songs, I mean It'd be great if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was a singer, that's all I want to become, my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;parent's say that it'd be hard work, but hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;every job requires some ups and downs right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I mean, look at DBSK, they finally resolved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;their problem, it doesn't matter what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;or what you want to become in the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;as long as you had the drive and do your best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you'll sure be successful in your life, seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DBSK's fun, joyous, full of smiles characteristics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;is really nice, I mean for them to have a tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;schedule and still smile and have fun, is really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a good thing, I'm prepared for whatever situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm gonna face when I become a singer, as long as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm one, nothing else matter, I'm praying everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;now, that I'd be one, soon, very soon,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I hope I could realise this dream this year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;if it's possible, I admit, my voice can't really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;reach super high notes, like the highest note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but as long as I train, I know I can reach it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry about nagging about this, but this dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;is forever gonna be in my mind, Being a Singer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;is not about the fame, trying to be famous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it's how much your songs and singing reaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;out to people and they want to hear it more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I hope I can be those controversial singers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and when I get my pay, even if it isn't much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I want to help the poor and those families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;suffering, I don't mind going to help them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;as long as I've help someone by helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;them pay for their school fees or upgrading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;their school, I'd be contented, I used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;feel that everything I owned was not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but seeing those charity videos and those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;stories about them, I can't help but scold myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for being so greedy when other children around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the world are dying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Alright, that's all for now, I'm going to post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;about school tomorrow since today was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;total bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dreaming, still dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my dream soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-3147098238314570059?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3147098238314570059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3147098238314570059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3147098238314570059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3147098238314570059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-glad-it-all-ended-well.html' title='I&apos;m glad it all ended well'/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1186301646265520652</id><published>2009-12-28T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:58:49.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confused, what should I do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it possible for us to have&lt;br /&gt;so many things in common ?&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that he and I have&lt;br /&gt;so many things in common,&lt;br /&gt;the only difference between&lt;br /&gt;us is that I'm not really into&lt;br /&gt;soccer, I'm more into frisbee&lt;br /&gt;and basket ball, Is someone&lt;br /&gt;trying to tell me that, we'll&lt;br /&gt;really be together one day ?&lt;br /&gt;So giving up on him would be&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing on earth ?&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is that if he likes&lt;br /&gt;someone, he'd tell them straight,&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like to beat around&lt;br /&gt;the bush and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to adopt a Maltese puppy&lt;br /&gt;and I posted it on facebook,&lt;br /&gt;He replied saying that he has one,&lt;br /&gt;How coincidental is that ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow whenever I feel&lt;br /&gt;like giving up, he'd act nicer,&lt;br /&gt;sweeter, funnier, he is already&lt;br /&gt;nice, sweet, funny, but he&lt;br /&gt;doubles it, how does he know&lt;br /&gt;that I would want to give him&lt;br /&gt;up when I only told one person&lt;br /&gt;which is my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an answer, why is he&lt;br /&gt;always like that ? Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;as I get older, my dream of&lt;br /&gt;becoming a Singer is closer,&lt;br /&gt;I've composed a few songs&lt;br /&gt;when I'm inspired by something,&lt;br /&gt;but I wouldn't show you any&lt;br /&gt;of my songs yet, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;I can become a Singer, I really&lt;br /&gt;want to be a Singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreaming about it isn't gonna help, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to take action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3502110010993210096-1186301646265520652?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1186301646265520652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1186301646265520652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1186301646265520652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1186301646265520652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2141313342544446687</id><published>2009-12-28T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:05:44.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SzjzN7DSFGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q_fKFmysuMQ/s1600-h/13541_187856712035_606952035_3128032_6588273_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SzjzN7DSFGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q_fKFmysuMQ/s320/13541_187856712035_606952035_3128032_6588273_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420349572055700578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SzjzFKUA8oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9H__AKCkPeY/s1600-h/16259_194574827440_580242440_3420608_2365420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SzjzFKUA8oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9H__AKCkPeY/s320/16259_194574827440_580242440_3420608_2365420_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420349421533590146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SzjypaIFz1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/bU0GrLkqakE/s1600-h/16958_249184957577_610682577_4434276_5119443_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SzjypaIFz1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/bU0GrLkqakE/s320/16958_249184957577_610682577_4434276_5119443_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420348944742207314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;You'll know it's love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;You'll just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody,&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back on the whole blogging thing,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored now, having nothing to do, so&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I should write down what I did&lt;br /&gt;during the holidays. Don't worry this is just a&lt;br /&gt;short summary, I don't like to type too much&lt;br /&gt;nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start of with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the first two weeks of November&lt;br /&gt;was spent in school since I didn't do well for&lt;br /&gt;my examinations, well, I had to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;right ?, I blame myself for being so slack.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah it was good to go back to school,&lt;br /&gt;even during the holidays as I got to refresh&lt;br /&gt;my brain and revise the topics and lessons&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't understand, so it was a good&lt;br /&gt;experience, and mid-November, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;do much at all, well, doing my revision was&lt;br /&gt;one, reading my Bible was another, those&lt;br /&gt;two are the top priorities and I also had 3G outing&lt;br /&gt;and Night Cycling with CG, End of November,&lt;br /&gt;Church camp !, I learnt so much from that camp,&lt;br /&gt;Pastor David was the most excellent speaker&lt;br /&gt;I've ever heard in my life, he spoke about Jesus's&lt;br /&gt;second coming which I had plenty questions about.&lt;br /&gt;He basically answered almost every question&lt;br /&gt;I had in my mind and he even spent time with us&lt;br /&gt;teenagers, He really knows how to talk to us,&lt;br /&gt;teenagers, I thank God for preachers like him,&lt;br /&gt;He really did do wonders, but of course with&lt;br /&gt;God's help, I was also really upset, I didn't get&lt;br /&gt;to attend altar-call as I fell really sick, my face&lt;br /&gt;was red, feverish, I can't smell food, see food or&lt;br /&gt;watch people eating food, I'd feel like throwing&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped dinner as my sickness was up,&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for my friends, YanYan,&lt;br /&gt;YanYi, Shawn, Joel, Aaron, Claire, Jing Long,&lt;br /&gt;they prayed for me after they came back from&lt;br /&gt;the altar-call and I felt like crying, now I really&lt;br /&gt;appreciate them more, they feel more like my&lt;br /&gt;brothers and sisters than friends, we're so close,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much closer we can get, so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I also recovered the next day, Thank God, I gave&lt;br /&gt;them each a hug for praying for me, and yeah, I really&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed the camp with them and learning about Jesus's&lt;br /&gt;return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start off, frisbee trainings,&lt;br /&gt;oh, I forgot to mention frisbee trainings&lt;br /&gt;in the month of November but oh well,&lt;br /&gt;here it is, trainings are always fun and&lt;br /&gt;tiring, and Emilyn, Rachel and I went&lt;br /&gt;to the gym often, we always talk about&lt;br /&gt;stuff there after we're done, what can I&lt;br /&gt;say ? After all, we're girls, we talked&lt;br /&gt;about the most random stuff, and now&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently liking this Asian band who&lt;br /&gt;apparently is Asia's best boy band- 2008&lt;br /&gt;and still going, DBSK/TVXQ/Tohoshinki,&lt;br /&gt;The members U-know Yunho, Hero Jaejoong,&lt;br /&gt;Max Changmin, Micky Yoochun and Xiah&lt;br /&gt;Junsu, they're the sweetest, funniest and&lt;br /&gt;the best looking men I've ever seen in my&lt;br /&gt;life, well, I'm not those kind of crazy fans,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like those kind of fans too, when I&lt;br /&gt;heard that the might break-up, I was shocked&lt;br /&gt;but apparently the korean media ' experts'&lt;br /&gt;made it up to get people talking, according&lt;br /&gt;to DBSK/TVXQ and SM entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;but I trust that they wouldn't break up&lt;br /&gt;until they're too old to continue dancing&lt;br /&gt;or sing, They're really close so definately&lt;br /&gt;they'd never make a decision like that, but&lt;br /&gt;now their only active in Japan as SM hasn't&lt;br /&gt;done anything to their contract, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Daddy and Mummy&lt;br /&gt;are in the U.S now, I decided to throw&lt;br /&gt;a party, Christmas party, since they&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be in town during Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;I miss them terribly, it's fun to have your&lt;br /&gt;parents overseas but it's depressing at&lt;br /&gt;the same time, like having no more&lt;br /&gt;money and Christmas without them,&lt;br /&gt;but, freedom is the one thing that I love&lt;br /&gt;about now, The christmas party as mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast, Thanks all who came, I'm not&lt;br /&gt;gonna name you one by one as it's 17 people.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for coming, I had fun and by the time&lt;br /&gt;it ended, I was feeling exhausted, I took a cab&lt;br /&gt;home, and the rest of mid December was as usual,&lt;br /&gt;the computer, I attended my frisbee team's Christmas&lt;br /&gt;party, it was the bomb, literally, I had so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;A lot A lot of fun, and it was the best, after the party,&lt;br /&gt;I headed down to 79 and chatted with Matt, John,&lt;br /&gt;Vera, YanYan and Yanyi, We laughed so hard as&lt;br /&gt;Vera misheard the lyrics of a Japanese song, I've never&lt;br /&gt;laughed like that in a long time, so on the way home&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Vera a lot, cause I forgot how it  feels like&lt;br /&gt;to be that happy and laugh that much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my summarized holiday for you,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I wrote a lot, but well, New Year's resolution:&lt;br /&gt;1. Waking up on time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being Studious.&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to become a Singer.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learning my Japanese and Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it for now, all those will be&lt;br /&gt;on my mind throughout the next year,&lt;br /&gt;No.3 would be on my mind the most,&lt;br /&gt;It's practically on my mind everyday,&lt;br /&gt;It's my dream to be a singer, I've always&lt;br /&gt;wanted to be a Singer. I hope it comes&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing is my passion,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I have to make a good impression&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/3502110010993210096-2141313342544446687?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2141313342544446687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=2141313342544446687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2141313342544446687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2141313342544446687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-know-its-love-youll-just-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SzjzN7DSFGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q_fKFmysuMQ/s72-c/13541_187856712035_606952035_3128032_6588273_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7577812254515063313</id><published>2009-11-05T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:41:41.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;All you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;To sore above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, Examinations are over.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy didn't like my&lt;br /&gt;results, Well, I did horribly, I'll Miss&lt;br /&gt;3G'09, and to all you guys I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;But for all those who are going to other&lt;br /&gt;class, we'll still be friends,&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/3502110010993210096-7577812254515063313?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7577812254515063313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7577812254515063313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7577812254515063313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7577812254515063313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-you-need-is-love-to-sore-above.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6127528211835591215</id><published>2009-08-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:32:10.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you're 15, &lt;br /&gt;somebody tells you they love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog has been dead for so long,&lt;br /&gt;hahs, I have liked everything&lt;br /&gt;so far, and my life has been&lt;br /&gt;way better than before. which is&lt;br /&gt;awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;You never did fail me&lt;br /&gt;and I like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6127528211835591215?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6127528211835591215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6127528211835591215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6127528211835591215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6127528211835591215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youre-15-somebody-tells-you-they.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4811927719544881625</id><published>2009-06-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:55:06.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;When things don't go out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what do you do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when life gives you lemons,&lt;br /&gt;they tell you to make lemonade,&lt;br /&gt;but where do you find the strength,&lt;br /&gt;the strength to even reach out to take&lt;br /&gt;that blender,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not having the best year&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling down, most of the&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what, I don't even feel like&lt;br /&gt;writing this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;It just seems outta place,&lt;br /&gt;I need a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/3502110010993210096-4811927719544881625?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4811927719544881625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4811927719544881625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4811927719544881625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4811927719544881625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-things-dont-go-out-what-do-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-3236741481821134852</id><published>2009-06-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:59:55.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Si0zzZgvyWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/O7tsR1k88qk/s1600-h/4403_1132051872454_1561991171_1945882_240867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Si0zzZgvyWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/O7tsR1k88qk/s320/4403_1132051872454_1561991171_1945882_240867_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344985290873227618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bikinis, G-Strings,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and Fabulous Makeovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="profile_status"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its crazy how girls get excited&lt;br /&gt;from all these things, shoes,&lt;br /&gt;bags, clothes, Prada, Jimmy Choos,&lt;br /&gt;Since when did the world became&lt;br /&gt;so materialistic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These few days have a bore and&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ON MY&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK YET ! This sucks to the core&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying, all though, I'm really proud&lt;br /&gt;of myself, I've forgotten my crush ! I finally&lt;br /&gt;got over that feeling, I hope it don't return,&lt;br /&gt;it'll probably scare him off lke :" EH ?! Its been&lt;br /&gt;2 years and you still like me ? " Nah, I don't want&lt;br /&gt;to do that,  so thats it for now, BYE ! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Lets just be friends,&lt;br /&gt;its better this way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3502110010993210096-3236741481821134852?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3236741481821134852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3236741481821134852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3236741481821134852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3236741481821134852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/bikinis-g-strings-and-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Si0zzZgvyWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/O7tsR1k88qk/s72-c/4403_1132051872454_1561991171_1945882_240867_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6233683124308338606</id><published>2009-05-29T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:20:26.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Sh_hCJz4IXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DWOfi1s6RWM/s1600-h/P28-05-09_21.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Sh_hCJz4IXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DWOfi1s6RWM/s320/P28-05-09_21.16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341235110194192754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never would I thought a day,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that you blew my mind away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not waiting anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I may have said that i would,&lt;br /&gt;but now  I think I have been too&lt;br /&gt;in love with you, and I have to let&lt;br /&gt;it go, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is not a great day, and&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to talk bout it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms Tan wrote a letter for the&lt;br /&gt;whole 3G and gave us cupcakes,&lt;br /&gt;that was so sweet of her, I am&lt;br /&gt;going to miss her a lot, she is way&lt;br /&gt;better than Mr.Guo, anyway, the&lt;br /&gt;police came over to our school today,&lt;br /&gt;and now, they have a new set of rules&lt;br /&gt;and if your under 16, basically everything&lt;br /&gt;is illegal, like, smoking, Underage Sex,&lt;br /&gt;etc, even Shisha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I know I'm never&lt;br /&gt;gonna do these things, as its kinda&lt;br /&gt;disgusting, and I don't wanna get arrested&lt;br /&gt;Mr Owyong, gave a talk today, an actaully&lt;br /&gt;he is not so bad character wise, he's&lt;br /&gt;actually a nice principal. today, Zahiya&lt;br /&gt;and I came to school with similar things,&lt;br /&gt;our hands were bandaged, we carried the same&lt;br /&gt;colour crumpler bag, i was pretty funny, hahs&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I've been so emotional,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3502110010993210096-6233683124308338606?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6233683124308338606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6233683124308338606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6233683124308338606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6233683124308338606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-would-i-thought-day-that-you-blew.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Sh_hCJz4IXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DWOfi1s6RWM/s72-c/P28-05-09_21.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1888681286466179914</id><published>2009-05-19T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:58:01.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;When you finally wake up,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;then I'll forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its been far too long, i&lt;br /&gt;can't really take it, I mean&lt;br /&gt;I know I never really did tell&lt;br /&gt;you. but isn't it obvious ? or&lt;br /&gt;do you really need me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;up front ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was a hilarious day, it&lt;br /&gt;was windy for once in Singapore !&lt;br /&gt;and Amalina wasn't wearing pants&lt;br /&gt;under her skirt and the wind blowed&lt;br /&gt;and she got upskirted ! and because&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing cause we saw her&lt;br /&gt;undies like 3 times, cause it flew up&lt;br /&gt;3 times, i think, she went : " I feel so&lt;br /&gt;molested ! " we were laughing so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Ruyi, Emilyn, Evelynn and I, Ruyi was&lt;br /&gt;trying to hold her laughter but failed,&lt;br /&gt;It was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for today, I was really emotional&lt;br /&gt;at the end of Chinese and I was holding&lt;br /&gt;on to the curved ruler, the paper part,&lt;br /&gt;and I accidentally whack Ruyi, on the&lt;br /&gt;lips, it was so red, I'm so sorry ! I didn't&lt;br /&gt;mean it, I just realised that I've been&lt;br /&gt;injuring Ruyi, a lot, I think I should stop,&lt;br /&gt;and today, my inner childish nature&lt;br /&gt;released again on Ding Quan, my inner childish&lt;br /&gt;nature is really childish, I must stop it&lt;br /&gt;from coming out anyway, During either&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or English, Ruyi just suddenly&lt;br /&gt;said, " Evelynn butt very big leh" I was like&lt;br /&gt;speechless, I think she was too bored&lt;br /&gt;thats why she stated that point, and it&lt;br /&gt;was so random, class today was pretty much&lt;br /&gt;free periods from start to end of school, and&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, But I was a 'guai' student today,&lt;br /&gt;I did my work in class, anyway, thats it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't know whar to do anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I used to know, but now, I really don't,&lt;br /&gt;giving up for me is kinda impossible as&lt;br /&gt;you are too nice and you have a great personality,&lt;br /&gt;i guess my heart knows that you're one in a&lt;br /&gt;million and that It would take too long&lt;br /&gt;to find another like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/3502110010993210096-1888681286466179914?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1888681286466179914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1888681286466179914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1888681286466179914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1888681286466179914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-finally-wake-up-then-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4226133992411575106</id><published>2009-05-10T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:43:27.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really believed that it was meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it is not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying as hard as&lt;br /&gt;I can too forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really rather be&lt;br /&gt;your friend, so, I;m&lt;br /&gt;trying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3502110010993210096-4226133992411575106?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4226133992411575106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4226133992411575106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4226133992411575106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4226133992411575106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-believed-that-it-was-meant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8445213239682315460</id><published>2009-05-08T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:37:32.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let Time heal everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thats the best way right now,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really am shocked&lt;br /&gt;that you are that guy&lt;br /&gt;that I really did fall for,&lt;br /&gt;but I guess its not meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss the children from Geylang Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Methodist Kindergarten, especially&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Faith,&lt;br /&gt;Aspen, Sum Wai, Glendon, Jason, and well,&lt;br /&gt;Plenty more, and the teachers there were&lt;br /&gt;really nice today, I wish that It didn't end&lt;br /&gt;but, It had to end, It was only a week, How&lt;br /&gt;I wished it last longer, I really do, Seeing the&lt;br /&gt;Smile on their Faces, makes me happy, I just&lt;br /&gt;really love children a lot, They really make you&lt;br /&gt;forget every bad memory or sad memory you&lt;br /&gt;have when you are playing with them, just too&lt;br /&gt;cute, but Thankfully, we, Bridget, Rachel Ng&lt;br /&gt;and I are going to help out with their annual&lt;br /&gt;concert in october, and we get to see them again,&lt;br /&gt;I really hope they still remember us, These children&lt;br /&gt;really know how to make your day, even in the&lt;br /&gt;toughest of times, making you laugh, and all, seeing&lt;br /&gt;their faces, all horrible thoughts just fades away&lt;br /&gt;and I enjoyed every bit of time I had with them,&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers too, they were really funny, and&lt;br /&gt;exciting, well, thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; While you enjoy the ride,&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the ride. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3502110010993210096-8445213239682315460?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8445213239682315460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=8445213239682315460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8445213239682315460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8445213239682315460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-time-heal-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4194292779893131763</id><published>2009-05-07T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:32:11.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;You know what, it doesn't matter anymore,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It really doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may like you but you know&lt;br /&gt;what, It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;to me if you don't want me, I'll&lt;br /&gt;have to get over it sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so if you want me to tell&lt;br /&gt;you, I'll tell you, because I'm not&lt;br /&gt;afraid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm getting stronger as the&lt;br /&gt;days go by, not physically,&lt;br /&gt;but emotionally, Blabbering&lt;br /&gt;on about your crush, ain't&lt;br /&gt;gonna help the situation,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I'm not gonna cry, I'm&lt;br /&gt;just going to face, it anyways,&lt;br /&gt;The Pre-Nursery and Nursery&lt;br /&gt;kids at my mother's kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;are super cute, I love them to&lt;br /&gt;the core ;D, I actually would quit&lt;br /&gt;school to work for them, but I&lt;br /&gt;won't I have to go to school, maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll start a childcare center, I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;I just really love children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Facing up to reality,&lt;br /&gt;Its now or never&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3502110010993210096-4194292779893131763?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4194292779893131763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4194292779893131763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4194292779893131763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4194292779893131763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-what-it-doesnt-matter-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-3138249840390443472</id><published>2009-05-06T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:04:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Crying about not being a princess,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;isn't gonna help at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I now only realise,&lt;br /&gt;waiting and moping&lt;br /&gt;isn't gonna get the guy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna forget,&lt;br /&gt;and probably just be crush-free for a while,&lt;br /&gt;it will be hard, but, I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just wanna be your friend from&lt;br /&gt;now on, I don't really bother about&lt;br /&gt;you liking me honestly now, I've been&lt;br /&gt;waitng 1 year and 5 months, I know I&lt;br /&gt;rejected once, you probably don't have&lt;br /&gt;a good impression of me, I think, and&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is best when we are in a&lt;br /&gt;friendship, I'd rather lose a crush then&lt;br /&gt;lose a dear friend that made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, so yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I guess if its not meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;then Its not meant to be&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/3502110010993210096-3138249840390443472?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3138249840390443472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3138249840390443472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3138249840390443472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3138249840390443472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/crying-about-not-being-princess-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-3842457108669043547</id><published>2009-04-30T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:21:45.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;There are a million people in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but in the end, it all comes down to one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really do like you a lot,&lt;br /&gt;but telling you is another thing,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that I can hand this&lt;br /&gt;kind of torture, and I'm really&lt;br /&gt;upset with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was a boring day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;but today there was this bee&lt;br /&gt;that attacked my class, and&lt;br /&gt;every girl, almost was screaming&lt;br /&gt;including me, I'm freaking scared&lt;br /&gt;of them , I mean, i'd literally faint&lt;br /&gt;on the spot, like today, my legs got&lt;br /&gt;so wobbly that I fell down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;on my bum, it was super painful okay !&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm extremely sad, it seems like&lt;br /&gt;He's avoiding me, I mean, I think he read&lt;br /&gt;my blog, I mean, I think so, and that is&lt;br /&gt;not a good feeling, maybe I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have been so straightforward, or put it here,&lt;br /&gt;I should have just kept it to myself, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;really sorry, I know I've embarrassed you,&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;This Hurts more than you think,&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to live this way,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3502110010993210096-3842457108669043547?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3842457108669043547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3842457108669043547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3842457108669043547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3842457108669043547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-are-million-people-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2678004373629435519</id><published>2009-04-28T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:55:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;If Love falls from the sky,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder which Love is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe Its not too late to&lt;br /&gt;tell you how I feel about you,&lt;br /&gt;probably that would make feel&lt;br /&gt;better, I hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In class today, was kinda fun,&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't elaborate, although today,&lt;br /&gt;Ruyi got PWNED ! ;D, Marcus, In&lt;br /&gt;chinese class was sitting one table&lt;br /&gt;behind Ruyi, and he kept using&lt;br /&gt;his legs and pushing it too Ruyi, and&lt;br /&gt;Then She pushed it back, and so on,&lt;br /&gt;Then Leon decided to Sit at that sit,&lt;br /&gt;and Pushed Ruyi so front and Ruyi&lt;br /&gt;thought Leon was Marcus, and she went&lt;br /&gt;" Aa, aa ?" She so got totally PWNED !&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Janice, Janis and I kept teasing&lt;br /&gt;her that she's a BFW, I wouldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;you what is it here, anyway, I'm getting&lt;br /&gt;Fatter by the day, I can tell, I want&lt;br /&gt;to slim down ! The fats only go to my&lt;br /&gt;stomach, I need to burn it off ! and eat&lt;br /&gt;healthy and less too ! About my Crush&lt;br /&gt;problem, I beginning to think that I'm&lt;br /&gt;too like naggy about this situation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am naturally that way ? when&lt;br /&gt;it comes to love ? I should think about I&lt;br /&gt;say before I shoot it outta my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;If not someone could get hurt, I gotta&lt;br /&gt;know when to zip nowadays, I mean, I'm&lt;br /&gt;not a straightforward person, I just don't&lt;br /&gt;think about what I'm gonna say,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dear my love, when would you ever notice me ?&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting in silence for a long time, giving&lt;br /&gt;you hints and signs, aren't these obvious enough ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm too scared to tell you face front, I'm a shy girl,&lt;br /&gt;Like you said, you don't really like them, I mean,&lt;br /&gt;I can try, but I'm afraid that before I say anything,&lt;br /&gt;I'll blow, or ran, which is possible, so my dear love,&lt;br /&gt;would you accept me if I told you that I like you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JLXH&lt;/span&gt;, would you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I hope I'm making the right desicion,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3502110010993210096-2678004373629435519?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2678004373629435519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=2678004373629435519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2678004373629435519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2678004373629435519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-love-falls-from-sky-i-wonder-which.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7705876157764951111</id><published>2009-04-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:41:11.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The sky is only blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I lie down on green&lt;br /&gt;pastures, and stare at the&lt;br /&gt;sky, I think of you, when&lt;br /&gt;I think of you, the sky is&lt;br /&gt;blue, the loveliest blue,&lt;br /&gt;you can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day, as usual&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is almost ending !&lt;br /&gt;Time flies even faster this time&lt;br /&gt;round, and I kinda don't want&lt;br /&gt;that too happen, that means,&lt;br /&gt;fun moments, they'll be gone in&lt;br /&gt;just a blink of an eye, and I really&lt;br /&gt;hate that, anyway, at church, today&lt;br /&gt;the pastor's story really touched my&lt;br /&gt;heart deeply, He was almost killed&lt;br /&gt;twice by his father because He insisted&lt;br /&gt;to be a Christian even though he's malay,&lt;br /&gt;and actually God saved him from being&lt;br /&gt;killed by his father, TWICE ! Which&lt;br /&gt;was pretty amazing, I must say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I start to wonder, I came from a&lt;br /&gt;Christian Family, 3rd generation, I&lt;br /&gt;think, and there is nothing stopping me&lt;br /&gt;from being a Christian, and yet, I don't&lt;br /&gt;cherish that, People like this Pastor,&lt;br /&gt;they had to fight their way, because of&lt;br /&gt;what their parents believe, and yet,&lt;br /&gt;here I am, from a completely Christian&lt;br /&gt;family and not taking chances, I mean&lt;br /&gt;my family is the complete opposite of&lt;br /&gt;this pastor's life, my father would "kill"&lt;br /&gt;me if I didn't read the bible. or go to church&lt;br /&gt;so does my church cell group leader, and&lt;br /&gt;now, I've realised what a horrible Christian&lt;br /&gt;I am, I need to change, to a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Maybe what was said is true,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not right for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3502110010993210096-7705876157764951111?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7705876157764951111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7705876157764951111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7705876157764951111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7705876157764951111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/sky-is-only-blue-when-i-think-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-540673893127722711</id><published>2009-04-24T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:55:31.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If only Cupid was real,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably our love problems would be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid, shoot your love arrow,&lt;br /&gt;but if your crush likes someone&lt;br /&gt;else, the love triangle story would&lt;br /&gt;be never ending, and thats a problem&lt;br /&gt;everyone would have to face, so&lt;br /&gt;maybe having Cupid  may not be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today I didn't go to school, well,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the flexibility challenge,&lt;br /&gt;it probably went too much for me,&lt;br /&gt;now I feel like an old grandmother,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on is painful, trying to get outta&lt;br /&gt;bed is difficult, not to mention, i sleep&lt;br /&gt;on the upper deck of my double-decker&lt;br /&gt;so that means, I would have to get down,&lt;br /&gt;I took 10 minutes this morning, argh,&lt;br /&gt;It felt like crap, anyway, my crush problem&lt;br /&gt;is about to end soon, because, I've decided&lt;br /&gt;to tell him whether it would break me, or&lt;br /&gt;make me, so I'm gonna be prepared, I just&lt;br /&gt;realised that I eat when I'm upset, which&lt;br /&gt;basically is not good ! anyway, thats it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; When everyone is happy,&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who'll feel down&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3502110010993210096-540673893127722711?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/540673893127722711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=540673893127722711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/540673893127722711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/540673893127722711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only-cupid-was-real-probably-our.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8390405747811788711</id><published>2009-04-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:03:44.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say that crushes are easy to forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But why is it that I can't forget you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; They say that good things take time,&lt;br /&gt;But really is that the true ? waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;is like waiting for Singapore's temperature to&lt;br /&gt;stop, and I can't take it anymore really, but my&lt;br /&gt;heart just can't seem to stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was yet another fun day, it was a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fun Thursday, usually, thursdays, i'd hate it&lt;br /&gt;so so much, The day started with me feeling&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy, but Lesean woke me up with his funny&lt;br /&gt;and cute jokes of his, he was walking around like a&lt;br /&gt;zombie, it was hilarious and also we wrote stuff on&lt;br /&gt;his hand when he was sleeping,  and when Ms Thio&lt;br /&gt;woke him up was the funniest, he got up, open his eyes&lt;br /&gt;and went back to sleep, then woke up again and slept&lt;br /&gt;on Justin's shoulder then finally, woke up, saw the words&lt;br /&gt;on his hand and suddenly his opened his eyes like he got&lt;br /&gt;struck by some lighting and said : " Ms Thio, i want to&lt;br /&gt;toilet ", after he came back, he went to the wrong class !&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny, Ruyi and I laughed so hard that I almost&lt;br /&gt;couldn't breathe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, nothing too exciting happened,, PE,&lt;br /&gt;I had to do my five stations,  I passed everything&lt;br /&gt;but standing broad jump, I don't understand, I used&lt;br /&gt;to be good at it, my stomach muscles now ache too,&lt;br /&gt;ooh and my leg muscles too, cause we did some flexibility&lt;br /&gt;and I showed them some things and Ruyi was like :" You got&lt;br /&gt;no bones arh ? " I mean I'm just naturally flexible I guess, after&lt;br /&gt;that Ruyi and I skipped English Class, and it was fun, we&lt;br /&gt;were playing with Marilyn,  and after that was physics, and&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened there too and after that was local service&lt;br /&gt;learning talk, I wasn't sent to any work-attachment yet ! ): I want&lt;br /&gt;to go to the childcare centers or at least JobDB, Its a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah thats all for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm screaming in pain inside,&lt;br /&gt;but would you ever notice or know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-8390405747811788711?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8390405747811788711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=8390405747811788711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8390405747811788711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8390405747811788711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-say-that-crushes-are-easy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2450065891401495415</id><published>2009-04-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:11:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SeyQgCDrANI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rMLZqos6PIo/s1600-h/1_314646806l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SeyQgCDrANI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rMLZqos6PIo/s320/1_314646806l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326791339254939858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't try to change yourself for who people tell you to be, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Change yourself by what God tells you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes, Yes, its hard to try not to act like you care about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what people tell that is imperfect, but basically, we were born &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in this imperfect world, No one's perfect, Well, only God is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may get the things you want, life may go your way, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think again, does this good life last long without the help of God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell him how I feel ? I know that&lt;br /&gt;he likes someone else now, I mean many many&lt;br /&gt;people have asked me to tell him upfront, but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;that kinda of person, so anyway, Today, School was at its&lt;br /&gt;ultimate BEST ! Mr Ow was giving us scenario's about our new&lt;br /&gt;test coming up, to help us understand STALIN, well, I only think&lt;br /&gt;he's one jealous monkey, and it was fun for a start, after that was&lt;br /&gt;Recess, I sat with Ruyi, Claudia, Rachel, Joey and Zahiya, They are&lt;br /&gt;fun people to be with, Today I brought 1 box of lackerol to school,&lt;br /&gt;but History lesson, it was 3/4 gone =,=" Anyway, after Recess was&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N and it was ultra fun, expect the fact Ms Ben gave us a worksheet&lt;br /&gt;to do that made our hands and neck painful, Issac, Loysius, Ding Quan&lt;br /&gt;kept acting like China/Hong Kong men, with that cute accent, it was so&lt;br /&gt;funny, we laughed for like 15 minutes, anyway, after that was Break, and I&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT, we played Speed, and Mas was ultra CUTE, she didn't know&lt;br /&gt;to play, so she started watching, after a few rounds, she some what understood&lt;br /&gt;the game, so she helped me and Ruyi, like :" 2 ! , 3 ! , QUEEN !" it was hilarious,&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Physics, Ms Ong didn't come again ! Goodness, its been like,&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks, I hope she isn't that sick, But I wouldn't mind that, at Physics,&lt;br /&gt;Ruyi and I played this quiz, like your future quiz, and at the Marriage Sprouse,&lt;br /&gt;it was the contacts in Ruyi's phone, so I added a few and tried my luck, that time&lt;br /&gt;I got my crush's good friend and I lived in a HUGE manison, being a CIA&lt;br /&gt;investigator, and the second time, i got my crush, but I live in a beautiful shack =,=  "&lt;br /&gt;and was a, Hmmm, I forgot that part, but I think these quizzes are BULLCRAP,&lt;br /&gt;Although its fun and oh so funny, the whole time we were playing that game and also&lt;br /&gt;a new thing called SQUEEZE IT, where you take pictures, and pull the person's face or body,&lt;br /&gt;and you can wobble it ! , it was so funny, at English, no sorry, at lifeskills, was the&lt;br /&gt;bomb, we played pass the message and oh my goodness, it was so painful, all the&lt;br /&gt;whacking, pinching, but what fun, and also we didn't have english ! , hehe,  Thats about it&lt;br /&gt;for today, I don't have the Monday Blues anymore, I'm in love with it, Well,  I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;upset today until I stumbled upon a lame joke, but it was funny, :" People say nothing is impossible,&lt;br /&gt;but I do nothing everyday" Lame isn't it, but it cheered me up a little,  Going off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that good things take time,&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that it never seems to happen to me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/3502110010993210096-2450065891401495415?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1511816046745405953</id><published>2009-04-10T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:20:05.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Sd_-Q0TIeOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UPR8uoLdeMc/s1600-h/DSCN5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/Sd_-Q0TIeOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UPR8uoLdeMc/s320/DSCN5503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323252849445468386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you want this to be&lt;br /&gt;Go out on a limb and just dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture&lt;br /&gt;Choose the colors extra wise&lt;br /&gt;Especially what you put on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what it be like to touch the sky, yay yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are gonna pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;It's good to feel too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got my head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got me thinking out loud&lt;br /&gt;The more you dream about me, the more that I believe&lt;br /&gt;That nothing's ever out of reach, so dream, dream, dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, its called Dream by Hannah Montana, i mean&lt;br /&gt;Its exactly what I'm feeling, and its a cute song, I just am totally&lt;br /&gt;in love with this song, This is only half of the song, ahahs,&lt;br /&gt;off to watch a movie with Ruyi and Pearly soon, Hopefully with&lt;br /&gt;Claudia too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile means everything to me,&lt;br /&gt;So don't ever frown.&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/3502110010993210096-1511816046745405953?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1511816046745405953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1511816046745405953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1511816046745405953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1511816046745405953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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HELLO EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;Today, class was fun, like every other day ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to love school now, seriously,&lt;br /&gt;If you concentrate in class, time goes by faster,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't, the time just goes slowly, also, if you&lt;br /&gt;have fun, time goes by even faster, I love 3G, and the&lt;br /&gt;people in it,  probably, i few, i don't love but hey, theres&lt;br /&gt;still like, Ruyi is my laughing buddy in class, every single&lt;br /&gt;day without fail, we're gonna laugh about something for a&lt;br /&gt;long time, and I mean LONG, Last few days of school was pretty&lt;br /&gt;fun, expect for Mr.Lum, He said that my graph was HAIRY,&lt;br /&gt;rawr, in what way does it look hairy, ! He's always trying to make&lt;br /&gt;jokes so that we understand better, hahs, today, i had stomach pain,&lt;br /&gt;so i signed out of school earlier, Today at Chemistry, Ms Thio told us&lt;br /&gt;that we had to split, into two classes, 1-20 and 21-42, but it may not be&lt;br /&gt;permanent, they may, do weak ones, and the okay ones, and I must say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked at myself, I'm actually doing good in Chemistry, in fact, it is&lt;br /&gt;my best subject now, which i am happy, i never knew that i can be good at&lt;br /&gt;science, my physic is quite good, not say there yet, but I'll try, Today, the whole&lt;br /&gt;day, i was sms-ing, Jeremy, this guy who transferred schools, used to&lt;br /&gt;be from my class, Yeah, and he is a fun person to talk to, hahs, okay, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;today, I'm seemly happy, as I think i can ace my Chemistry test, expect&lt;br /&gt;for one page that i did badly, the Chromatology one, I forgot everything about it,&lt;br /&gt;and also why is water not a mixture but a compound, i only new one, I'm absolutely,&lt;br /&gt;in love with puppies now, but anyway, thats it for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can only be 1% of the real me,&lt;br /&gt;Its hard because people want you to be what they want you to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6880446402774278599?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6880446402774278599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6880446402774278599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6880446402774278599'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SdsaQ9EvzCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZolXZTn17RE/s1600-h/Family+Holiday+in+Perth+2009+%28153%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SdsaQ9EvzCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZolXZTn17RE/s320/Family+Holiday+in+Perth+2009+%28153%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321876263243074594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEI MEI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent ! now you are officially a decade old !&lt;br /&gt;trying to make you sound old, hahs, ILOVEYOU&lt;br /&gt;BABYSISTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1100670115063314404?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321876816913806610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good and bad right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving my parents now,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mummy actually said that&lt;br /&gt;for my sake, she's willing to quit her job and&lt;br /&gt;go do part time, and also learning driving, so&lt;br /&gt;that my sister and I can actually get to school on time,&lt;br /&gt;and I got so touched, and she listed the things, she and daddy&lt;br /&gt;did when we were younger thats why maybe, we became rebellious,&lt;br /&gt;but c'mon, every child goes rebellious, well, almost, and said that&lt;br /&gt;she was really sorry, and well, its probably true, I was the most pampered&lt;br /&gt;one in the family, i mean before my sister could actually stand and talk,&lt;br /&gt;and we are renovating the whole house, its about time though !,&lt;br /&gt;we've been living in this place for like 10 years, and there is quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;of problems in this house, but we'll fix it, get it cured, and also,&lt;br /&gt;we have to do the house work now, but we'll hire a part-time maid for&lt;br /&gt;washing clothes, not full-time, just a part-time, and we'll do the rest&lt;br /&gt;ourselves, which, is kinda cool, anyway, now for the bad, seriously,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I tell myself, I have forgotten about _ _ _ _ _ _, totally,&lt;br /&gt;then he would somehow, talk to me and like asked, if I'm free to chat,&lt;br /&gt;and instantly, the feeling comes back, which sucks to the core, our names have&lt;br /&gt;the same amount of letters, I'm the OBSESSIVE type, just the forgot and&lt;br /&gt;un-forget type, which is fine, i'd rather that then the crazy in love type.&lt;br /&gt;so just trying my extreme best, because I have to, if not, I would get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I mean if he likes me too, which may not may not happen, then maybe my life&lt;br /&gt;would be better, we'd just be friends that like each other, i guess, but I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a hold of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and never let it go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-3843272720503874199?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3843272720503874199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3843272720503874199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3843272720503874199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3843272720503874199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-is-good-and-bad-right-now-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SdsaxLqItRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2FILJrWNmE4/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2922635590223293362</id><published>2009-03-30T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:49:58.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really do like you, but you wouldn't like me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as a friend, but i think i just screwed that&lt;br /&gt;friendship, and I'm really sorry, I guess I'm just too&lt;br /&gt;naive, thinking that you would really like me if i keep&lt;br /&gt;talking to you and showing you my personality that&lt;br /&gt;you'll like it as, its really close to yours, but I guess I was&lt;br /&gt;wrong and I just hope that you would forgive me, and being&lt;br /&gt;friends is all that i need now, please stop avoiding me, Its hurting&lt;br /&gt;me inside, well, i guess I should probably give you up ready,&lt;br /&gt;I've waiting a long time, maybe its just time, I'm sorry for everything,&lt;br /&gt;like disturbing your sleep, and making you come out to meet me,&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope that you liked the musical that I was in and&lt;br /&gt;you watched, kinda awkward seeing me dance from the front, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad you came for that one, Well, I guess I really still like you,&lt;br /&gt;but giving up is hard, what should I do ? I'm not obsessed, I just like you,&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just have to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charming and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;picks me off my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2922635590223293362?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2922635590223293362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=2922635590223293362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2922635590223293362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2922635590223293362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-do-like-you-but-you-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6350058731752547083</id><published>2009-03-26T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:21:53.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perth was awesome, but i'm not in the mood for reading it here,&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a secret, I compose songs,&lt;br /&gt;I wait for inspiration, and the words and tunes&lt;br /&gt;would just appear in my head somehow, But i&lt;br /&gt;would forget the songs after a few days, i think so far I've&lt;br /&gt;composed like 6 songs already, but i only remember&lt;br /&gt;one of them, which sucks, I iwsh I can be singer/pop-star&lt;br /&gt;But, i don't have the face and the body to do that, its not that I'm THAT&lt;br /&gt;fat, just not the average shape, which sickens me, I've been trying to lose&lt;br /&gt;weight, but apparently, its not working out, My life now, is really weird, I'll&lt;br /&gt;tell you some,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Songs I compose never go out to anyone else ears as I'm too shy&lt;br /&gt;2.I have to forget the person i love, although, i don't want,&lt;br /&gt;3. My academic results suck like crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6350058731752547083?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6350058731752547083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6350058731752547083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6350058731752547083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6350058731752547083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/perth-was-awesome-but-im-not-in-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7605517685740838710</id><published>2009-03-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:34:35.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALYSSA LEONG is NOT happy today );&lt;&lt;br /&gt;This E-learning assignments are killing me&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE!, I can't seem to concentrate, he was&lt;br /&gt;really sweet to me today, Thanks !, Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Bye people, I'm going to Australia for 9 days,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would be online but i wouldn't be blogging,&lt;br /&gt;I think E-Learning should be banished, but&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of the MOE, so this isn't my decision to&lt;br /&gt;make, so I'm just angry at E-Learning although&lt;br /&gt;we're given 3 days of "holiday", But also, someone pissed&lt;br /&gt;me off today ! But I'm not going to scold the&lt;br /&gt;person, I'm trying to calm down, Well, my mood&lt;br /&gt;is has perked up a little after typing out my ANGER,&lt;br /&gt;I still can't seem to get him out of my head, Joel(African)&lt;br /&gt;gave me a really good advise BUT its just not me, so&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna ignore it, but wait and see if I still like&lt;br /&gt;him next year, If i still do, I shall try the advise out,&lt;br /&gt;but, i think i say it, I'll probably puke, Its just not,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit, I am shy, anyway, Its really weird that&lt;br /&gt;a girl is asking. And Yeah, I'm not a straightforward kind&lt;br /&gt;of person, so, not very fond of his advise, But I shall hold&lt;br /&gt;my puke, and after i say it, I'll run away, far far away,&lt;br /&gt;and puke, but if doesn't like me and if he was touched by&lt;br /&gt;what i did and ask me the question, we still wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;happy, because, He doesn't like me, so I'll just say no for&lt;br /&gt;that one, anyway, 3G is apparently is nice class, Amalina,&lt;br /&gt;ShiMin,Evelynn,Janices,Ruyi,Emilyn,Diana,Mas, these&lt;br /&gt;awesome people are really nice and others too&lt;br /&gt;, well, I don't plan to go into any clique cause,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that we'll end up like&lt;br /&gt;my last clique and my last clique ended with not a pretty&lt;br /&gt;good ending because I decided to act like a bitch, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;telling you, acting like a bitch wouldn't bring you happiness&lt;br /&gt;or make people scared of you, and I just want to say, really&lt;br /&gt;SORRY, to the people in my last clique, Misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;got in our way and I didn't realise that I was acting like a&lt;br /&gt;bitch until the clique broke up, acting like a bitch is not fun&lt;br /&gt;at all, Don't act like a bitch is my best advise, if there's anything&lt;br /&gt;wrong, don't try to push the misunderstanding further, because,&lt;br /&gt;you might lose some of your greatest friends that you never had&lt;br /&gt;in your life, and I really miss those times, but Its all over now,&lt;br /&gt;and I just intend to be a neutral person, so I think thats good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I wished that never did happen&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, things went hay-wire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7605517685740838710?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7605517685740838710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7605517685740838710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7605517685740838710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7605517685740838710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/alyssa-leong-is-not-happy-today-this-e.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4431449986113553326</id><published>2009-03-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:57:51.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbZx2KzfGMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bFjc6CGMedQ/s1600-h/DSCN5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbZx2KzfGMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bFjc6CGMedQ/s320/DSCN5490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557985957255362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAAAAPPPPPPYYYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;Mummy told me that I'm getting her phone and her&lt;br /&gt;phone is like super nice can ! Although, not the latest&lt;br /&gt;but who cares ? As long as I think its nice, Its fine right ?&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going to Perth in a few daysies ! ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss S'pore, but going to Aussie is better.&lt;br /&gt;There will be kangaroos and Kola bears and Wombats !&lt;br /&gt;Whhooooooo I'm sooooo Happpppyyyy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4431449986113553326?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4431449986113553326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4431449986113553326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4431449986113553326'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbO7pWBu6mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RDZsL8VilPE/s1600-h/DSCN5960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbO7pWBu6mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RDZsL8VilPE/s320/DSCN5960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310794704561826402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbO7Y375hrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/c-WznL5NEvo/s1600-h/DSCN5965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbO7Y375hrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/c-WznL5NEvo/s320/DSCN5965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310794421606385330" border="0" 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/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbO6bZlq1FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/diG_hbX6B8E/s1600-h/DSCN5941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbO6bZlq1FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/diG_hbX6B8E/s320/DSCN5941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793365488063570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps( We took 20 mins to wait for the guys to get out of the lift, and trust me, it was freaky)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2277198380495717185?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2277198380495717185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SbO7pWBu6mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RDZsL8VilPE/s72-c/DSCN5960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4144253776369883309</id><published>2009-03-08T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:29:05.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i have the most spectacular&lt;br /&gt;birthday party in my whole life !&lt;br /&gt;I thank all you guys for coming, you&lt;br /&gt;really made my day, and i appreciate&lt;br /&gt;it a lot, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY JINGLONG!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that i celebrated my birthday during&lt;br /&gt;your birthday, but you came, and we sang a&lt;br /&gt;song for you, So, forgive me yeah ? anyway,&lt;br /&gt;We went to my house after church, watched&lt;br /&gt;A Cinderella Story, and waited for the guys to come&lt;br /&gt;as they wanted to get something for Jinglong, and&lt;br /&gt;when they arrived, they continued to watch the movie,&lt;br /&gt;only around 5-ish we went down to play, Frisbee/Soccer/&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball/Basketball/Touch Rugby, and it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Although, my tooth bled from a frisbee hit, but thats fine,&lt;br /&gt;After the games, the girls went up first, to realised after&lt;br /&gt;5 mins that the boys got stuck in the lift !, and honestly,&lt;br /&gt;that pissed me off a lot, but after that, I cooled down, and&lt;br /&gt;we did the cutting of cake, and did a "find your prince and&lt;br /&gt;princess" game on A Cinderella Story Special Feature, and&lt;br /&gt;it was absolutely fun, Thanks Aaron, Vera, YanYan, Joel,&lt;br /&gt;JingLong, YanYi, Mattathias, Shawn and Ruyi for coming to&lt;br /&gt;my party, although there were a little people, but i was touched&lt;br /&gt;by them, when they took their time out to even come to my&lt;br /&gt;party, its the thought that counts, and thanks for the prezzies,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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i'm starting to love it a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had cleaning up of the classroom&lt;br /&gt;and decorating it, only a few of us came,&lt;br /&gt;Amalina, Diana, ShiMin, Evelynn, Natalia,&lt;br /&gt;Ifraq, Taufik, Justin, Zulfaiz, Faiz, Haiqal,&lt;br /&gt;and me, and i think we did a darn good job,&lt;br /&gt;APPLAUSE ! =D,  We did our classroom, from&lt;br /&gt;BORING, to AWESOME ! and it was fun, we also&lt;br /&gt;helped Mr . Rebbeck with his classroom as he didn't&lt;br /&gt;ask his class to help, so we decided to help him,&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so apart of a class before, I mean last year&lt;br /&gt;too, but too many clicks here and there, In this class,&lt;br /&gt;there is only 1 click, i think, if not, then there isn't any at all,&lt;br /&gt;Which is what i LOVE about this class, But i still my xi shua shua&lt;br /&gt;class )=, But now i love 3G, i know this class is gonna be great,&lt;br /&gt;Alright let the pictures do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; You guys are the best&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6898022345789023950?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6898022345789023950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6898022345789023950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6898022345789023950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6898022345789023950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-gosh-today-was-so-much-fun-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7690664706253373502</id><published>2009-03-03T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:27:40.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, i 'm like feeling emotional(emo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i'll just type it here, You know, i just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watched the movie "a Cinderella story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the one Hillary Duff starred in, and she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was this average girl living as a maid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for her step-family, but she still got her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;man in the end, but when i come to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about it, even if i was that Cinderella girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I doubt guy would like me, Because although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she's a maid, at least she's pretty but I'm not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and when i like a guy, the guy never seems to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like me, the guy would like my friends but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is never me and I'm basically not mad or depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or even I'm not BOY-CRAZY, but its just so hard to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;find a crush for me, i mean, in my whole 15 years of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only had 3 crushes, for some girls, the can reach up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to like say, 10 already ? I only have 3, because its so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hard for me to forget a crush, and when i saw that Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;movie, i was saying to myself :" that girl's never gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be me, I'll never find my Mr.Right, even if i found him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he probably would like some other girl, my fairytale stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;are all about me for now, i 'm like this ugly princess who dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be those pretty girls but never gets it, so basically, I'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never find my one and only Mr.Right," I just keep getting crushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but never date anyone because basically, i have no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I've lost all hope in my fairytale,  all of it because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how much i try, It won't come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr Right would always have someone else in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;his heart, and never me, and I'm trying to accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the fact that I should have never believed in fairy tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;and too think that i like you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never would knew that you would change&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/3502110010993210096-7690664706253373502?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7690664706253373502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7690664706253373502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7690664706253373502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7690664706253373502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-m-like-feeling-emotionalemo-so.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1033394410043465473</id><published>2009-02-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:41:54.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the Birthdays for this month~!&lt;br /&gt;February babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Haiqal! Happy birthday !&lt;br /&gt;In your class for two years, keep&lt;br /&gt;showing your retarded ways,(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Feb!&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY! Happy birthday !&lt;br /&gt;Woah, you still look so young, hehe&lt;br /&gt;I love you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th Feb !&lt;br /&gt;Shawn ! Happy birthday Bro !&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes you are&lt;br /&gt;irritating but you are like my friend&lt;br /&gt;for so so so ultra long already, like&lt;br /&gt;since 2000? I think, ahahs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Feb!&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla ! Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;We used to hang out a lot&lt;br /&gt;together and you are a really awesome&lt;br /&gt;friend, have a great birthday! God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Vanzino ! Happy Birthday !&lt;br /&gt;You know we never really talked much&lt;br /&gt;in church but anyways, Happy Birthday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I guess I should just tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;That I really still like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1033394410043465473?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1033394410043465473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1033394410043465473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1033394410043465473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1033394410043465473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-are-birthdays-for-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8539082411964462429</id><published>2009-02-16T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:20:30.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy God, I did something which I&lt;br /&gt;should never have, its embarrassing,&lt;br /&gt;so I shouldn't type it here, But I feel&lt;br /&gt;so awful about it, its my choice I did&lt;br /&gt;it, so i have to bare all consequences&lt;br /&gt;by feeling this way, and God please&lt;br /&gt;take away this horrible pain in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Its hard and horribly painful, as&lt;br /&gt;not loving someone is much harder than&lt;br /&gt;loving someone, they practically stay in your heart&lt;br /&gt;for a long time, I wish I could tell him but,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try, I just like can't bring myself&lt;br /&gt;to do it, I guess, Its probably that I'm scared of&lt;br /&gt;rejection ? I know I'm suppose to be loving You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and I do, like very much,  This guy you sent to me&lt;br /&gt;that i love, he may not be handsome, or what nots,&lt;br /&gt;But i do very much like him, Theres no exact reason,&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you don't go for the looks or&lt;br /&gt;anything, thats puppy love, when you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;you feel something for them, its like a connection and&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that you cannot explain, Daddy God, take away this&lt;br /&gt;pain I pray, or give me the courage, at least to get it off my back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;God, thank you for everything,&lt;br /&gt;In your freedom I will live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-8539082411964462429?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8286321856546459346</id><published>2009-02-16T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:03:24.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its true that when you are in love,&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to bother you at all,&lt;br /&gt;most of the time but the person you&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-8286321856546459346?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8286321856546459346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2285642225650408514</id><published>2009-02-13T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:55:20.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day !&lt;br /&gt;For all you singles out there,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find your Mr.Right,&lt;br /&gt;For couples, You lovebirds have&lt;br /&gt;a blast on this very special day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Do i really like you so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just forget you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2285642225650408514?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4149265120580203230</id><published>2009-02-11T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:57:43.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its only beginning of the year,&lt;br /&gt;and my life has gone upside down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm being to think that all the rumors&lt;br /&gt;that were spread about me, were not&lt;br /&gt;from the particular person I thought it&lt;br /&gt;was, That means that I misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;her, I sincerely apologise, I really wonder&lt;br /&gt;if the other girl actually treated me as a&lt;br /&gt;friend in the first place, or she is friends&lt;br /&gt;with me because her best friend is my&lt;br /&gt;friend, In any case, I'm just mad MAD&lt;br /&gt;MAD at her right now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4149265120580203230?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4149265120580203230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4149265120580203230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4149265120580203230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4149265120580203230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-only-beginning-of-year-and-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6498682803071051709</id><published>2009-02-09T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:26:53.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Just walk away and don't look back,&lt;br /&gt;cause if my heart breaks its gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;so hurt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fell in love with a boy, not just any boy,&lt;br /&gt;A sweet,cute boy, he loves soccer, its like&lt;br /&gt;his life, He's a little like me, but I know he'll&lt;br /&gt;never be mine, although his heart isn't somewhere&lt;br /&gt;else, but I know he'll be my good friend, someone I&lt;br /&gt;can relate to, talk to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is coming really fast,&lt;br /&gt;So would you be willing to be my Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I get tongue tied,&lt;br /&gt;every time I talk to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6498682803071051709?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6498682803071051709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6498682803071051709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6498682803071051709'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2O87DSjHI/AAAAAAAAANM/2al5v8Ajt5s/s1600-h/DSCN5765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2O87DSjHI/AAAAAAAAANM/2al5v8Ajt5s/s320/DSCN5765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049513779727474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2Oyw34Y-I/AAAAAAAAANE/6fFpMsyW4TI/s1600-h/DSCN5778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2Oyw34Y-I/AAAAAAAAANE/6fFpMsyW4TI/s320/DSCN5778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049339248829410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2Oum0LTfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/T3LCAVI_zyc/s1600-h/DSCN5762.JPG"&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/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2Oum0LTfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/T3LCAVI_zyc/s320/DSCN5762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049267829460466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2OqNoSTkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TAtHaUDWwtM/s1600-h/DSCN5761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2OqNoSTkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TAtHaUDWwtM/s320/DSCN5761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300049192349224514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2OdVCt60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/xNW4kfu47aw/s1600-h/DSCN5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2OdVCt60I/AAAAAAAAAMs/xNW4kfu47aw/s320/DSCN5758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300048971000834882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2OXcgJKQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2EC9x69KFsg/s1600-h/DSCN5755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2OXcgJKQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2EC9x69KFsg/s320/DSCN5755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300048869924088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are more photos, but I'm too lazy to upload(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7394850706323947996?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7394850706323947996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7394850706323947996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7394850706323947996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7394850706323947996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-more-photos-but-im-too-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SY2O87DSjHI/AAAAAAAAANM/2al5v8Ajt5s/s72-c/DSCN5765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2051920854111433400</id><published>2009-02-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:35:46.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day, Finally a good day has arrived,&lt;br /&gt;First in the morning, I went to ice skate with June, Jeremy,&lt;br /&gt;Joel,June's Boyfriend and Yan Yi, It was a blast, i fell like 5 times,&lt;br /&gt;I have a few cuts here and there, Because They kept scaring me,&lt;br /&gt;but its quite hilarious, I kept laughing, after, Yan Yi and I headed for&lt;br /&gt;WEST COAST PARK ! for SpikedNuts event ,we took a cab there as we were going to be late,as it was about to rain,  we prayed for it to stop and it did !, Thank God,Alicia's Dog chased me around just now, and i was screaming, it was really funny,&lt;br /&gt;playing Frisbee was a blast, my throwing is getting better :D, and we celebrated Linda's&lt;br /&gt;birthday, and had sharing about Church SpikeNuts Events, after that, I thought Yan&lt;br /&gt;yan some stuff and we were playing tossing, Mervin came as a paparazzi, but It&lt;br /&gt;didn't bother me(:, anyway, after frisbee, Claire, Yan Yi, Yan Yan and I took&lt;br /&gt;many pictures, that were crazy, yeap thats all for today, I want to thanks God for the&lt;br /&gt;Goood day today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Oh Valentine,&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to make a couples day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2051920854111433400?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2051920854111433400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=2051920854111433400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2051920854111433400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2051920854111433400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-good-day-finally-good-day-has.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4927694510168660169</id><published>2009-02-06T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:44:59.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I just can't believe you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;the memories, i'll hold yesterday in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams, take everything,&lt;br /&gt;but they can never have yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss my grandma so so much,&lt;br /&gt;Well, she passed away last year in September,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't exactly cry for the first few days, until&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's coffin was pushed into the flames&lt;br /&gt;for cremation, I was crying like so badly, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;really wanted to post this last year as I was like kinda&lt;br /&gt;sad for a few months, I want to thank those who come&lt;br /&gt;up and hugged me and comforted me, I felt so much better&lt;br /&gt;and those who send their condolences via SMS, thanks so much,&lt;br /&gt;I only felt this like recently after the death of CK Tang's eldest son,&lt;br /&gt;His son is my dad's friend, and they have a big family like mine,&lt;br /&gt;But a little bigger, and as I saw them all crying walking out with&lt;br /&gt;the funeral preparing for the burial, I felt very like, horrible, I suddenly&lt;br /&gt;thought of my grandmother and like I never really appreciated&lt;br /&gt;her, actually without her scoldings and nagging, I would have been&lt;br /&gt;a picky eater, spoilt child, I like really miss her but I know she's happy in heaven&lt;br /&gt;and She is a believer of Christ, so I'm happy for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4927694510168660169?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4927694510168660169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4927694510168660169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4927694510168660169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4927694510168660169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-cant-believe-youre-gone-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7296589256579633947</id><published>2009-02-04T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:08:15.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SYmhSWkjJfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QhL2UYBiNoc/s1600-h/n1058035342_269752_7214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SYmhSWkjJfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QhL2UYBiNoc/s320/n1058035342_269752_7214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943773246694898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SYmhLRvkZmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/b0KcnYo_9GA/s1600-h/n640343150_1300472_9297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SYmhLRvkZmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/b0KcnYo_9GA/s320/n640343150_1300472_9297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943651691652706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is on the way,&lt;br /&gt;still i have nothing left to say,&lt;br /&gt;I've told everything I needed to,&lt;br /&gt;so, would you be willing to be my&lt;br /&gt;valentine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test, test, more test, ARGH! School is really&lt;br /&gt;stressing me out, and this valentine's day one&lt;br /&gt;is even worse ! I can't stand test but actually,&lt;br /&gt;if there was no exams and its just test all the way,&lt;br /&gt;I would love it to the core,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;If I were to die at this very moment&lt;br /&gt;would you miss me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7296589256579633947?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7296589256579633947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7296589256579633947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7296589256579633947'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4759715062322793045</id><published>2009-01-30T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:39:13.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emo-ness is catching up on me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping people get together&lt;br /&gt;with who they love, trying to help&lt;br /&gt;them out, making it work, but I&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to make it work for myself,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I like people for a very long&lt;br /&gt;time and won't get tired, I'd love to help&lt;br /&gt;to people who have problems, but I can't&lt;br /&gt;never help myself, I mean, i do like him,&lt;br /&gt;don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Emo-ness is never a go feeling&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me how  to make it go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4759715062322793045?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4759715062322793045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4759715062322793045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4759715062322793045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4759715062322793045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-ness-is-catching-up-on-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6816840962853138638</id><published>2009-01-30T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:01:16.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has been ultra-duper-zuper-uper boring&lt;br /&gt;with 2H'08 around, I mean, even though we didn't&lt;br /&gt;really study in the beginning but at least we had fun&lt;br /&gt;now after camp, we bonded and got really serious about&lt;br /&gt;studies, I miss them so very much, 3G is a too quiet class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that its a horrible class, I'm just too used to studying&lt;br /&gt;in that environment, pluss, I don't know why I've been feeling so emo&lt;br /&gt;these few days, Its like I'm living in a world on my own, I may&lt;br /&gt;seem like myself, but actually I'm faking it, Oh daddy God, please&lt;br /&gt;help me, I don't want to feel emo, It feels horrible, so terribly&lt;br /&gt;horrible, I don't want to live this life !,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;"How do i tell you how I feel when you are so chilled about it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, afraid, and I really am at a lost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Maybe its best if i leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a happy life ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6816840962853138638?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-99370806831606786</id><published>2009-01-28T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:01:51.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say stop, Stop, STOP!,&lt;br /&gt;STOP making me believe that&lt;br /&gt;you still love me, its frustrating, I'm&lt;br /&gt;trying to forget you, please stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm not miserable being with you,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want it the way it was,&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously begging you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Honey, don't go breaking my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I just mended it back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-99370806831606786?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-257185969019691756</id><published>2009-01-26T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:46:12.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow, In love,&lt;br /&gt;girls would always never get the guy&lt;br /&gt;they want and guys most of the time would&lt;br /&gt;get the girl that they want,ARGH!, why is love&lt;br /&gt;so hard to find?!,In this world and in this life,&lt;br /&gt;This is just how these things role, We're all&lt;br /&gt;emo by nature, and sometimes, we feel like&lt;br /&gt;dying inside, sometimes in our own daily prayer,&lt;br /&gt;we'll still feel emotionally hurt inside but for a shorter&lt;br /&gt;period of time as the Lord is taking the pain away,&lt;br /&gt;But during that time, whether we like it or not, wild&lt;br /&gt;thoughts in our head will start, thinking, and thinking&lt;br /&gt;Being emotional by nature is not an option, its just the way&lt;br /&gt;life is, we just gotta try to accept it and be cool for once.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking from experience and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Sorry,If I scared you,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make myself clear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-257185969019691756?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/257185969019691756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=257185969019691756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SXxSmKXUOHI/AAAAAAAAAME/x04STabFi6Q/s1600-h/Shot+1+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SXxSmKXUOHI/AAAAAAAAAME/x04STabFi6Q/s320/Shot+1+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295198077451516018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went to church in red as Gracie asked us to on Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;but she turned up in maroon=,=', Today at cellgroup, we got lectured by&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and and Azmi, at first, Truthfully, I was a little upset because sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Azmi's and Gracie's heart weren't also in church, but after a while, I figured out&lt;br /&gt;why they told us all those things, they were right, who laughs while worshiping&lt;br /&gt;Christ? Who eats peanuts while praying? These are really not the right things to&lt;br /&gt;do during cells or in services, and I really really felt bad, and I know Gracie is still&lt;br /&gt;mad at us, I'll try my very best not to laugh in church, I am those type of people&lt;br /&gt;who would basically laugh at anything, well, almost, Its a good thing that Azmi&lt;br /&gt;asked us to pick worship IC, welfare/treasurer IC prayer IC, devotion IC, to make&lt;br /&gt;duty rosters for the class, everyone will get a chance to do something well, I'm really sorry&lt;br /&gt;God, Gracie and Azmi, as an individual, yeah, I maybe a Christian, but I'm not better&lt;br /&gt;than the non-Christians, I'll be focused now, everytime when it comes to cellgroup,&lt;br /&gt;after that, then i can play, I also hope that as a Class, we would be focused and all,&lt;br /&gt;Because better is one day, in the Lord's house, a thousand else where, we all experienced&lt;br /&gt;God during Youth camp, and we'd thought we would change for the better, but we had just&lt;br /&gt;just realised that we're back at where we started, as a slacked class, and that wasn't&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be happening, we were changed, but what made us change back to our normal&lt;br /&gt;ways? and We shouldn't even have allowed this change, I call myself a Child a God, I tell people&lt;br /&gt;about Christ, but the way I live as a Christian, I'm not even fit to be called a Child of God,&lt;br /&gt;or for that matter, tell others about living their life for Christ, and I feel really guilty, I'll change back to the Alyssa who was changed after campFREE'08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;As the sun fades away,&lt;br /&gt;I'd reflect on today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7967569674592497911?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I'm old enough for a job, even the Road Sweepers, the qualifications&lt;br /&gt;would be at least an 'A' level certificate, and an 'O' level certificate&lt;br /&gt;could get you no where, I'm trying my hardest to study, but nothing seems&lt;br /&gt;to be going in my head, its hard, really hard, I'm just trying to be calm and&lt;br /&gt;pray that I can pass this year, with the Lord's help, I hope I can,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy God, Help me please,I need to get pass this rough and tough road,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;It doesn't matter if you don't like me,&lt;br /&gt;I've just got used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2836743408851388167?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2836743408851388167/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7139436822920706606</id><published>2009-01-16T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:09:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its going to be Chinese new year soon, time really flies,&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything that happened in 2008, and I miss 2H'08,&lt;br /&gt;the events I went through in 2008, are still stuck in my mind, I&lt;br /&gt;really can't get it outta my head, School now, isn't as fun anymore,&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I am going is because of my friends and Future,&lt;br /&gt;So much stress, this year, you HAVE to pass maths, and English, and&lt;br /&gt;the other subjects must all add up to be 19 points, Argh! I barely got any&lt;br /&gt;points last year, I'm in need to buck up, and fast, Here are my teachers for&lt;br /&gt;this year,&lt;br /&gt;English: Mr.Joseph Guo,&lt;br /&gt;Maths:Mr.Jason Lum&lt;br /&gt;Chinese:Ms Zeng Yan&lt;br /&gt;Physics:Ms Joanna  Ong&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry:Mr Thio /Mr Firhad&lt;br /&gt;History:Mr Steve Ow&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N:Ms Teo/Ms Ben&lt;br /&gt;And these teachers are good, I kinda like them,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, signing off now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;You'll be the prince&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be the princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7139436822920706606?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7139436822920706606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7139436822920706606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7139436822920706606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7139436822920706606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-going-to-be-chinese-new-year-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2681481565805220071</id><published>2009-01-12T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:46:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;It has been 12 days of School, and I'm not really enjoying myself&lt;br /&gt;expect the fact that classes are now shorter, they feel shorter,&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, I don't know, the same as last year, talking loudly in class,&lt;br /&gt;not very ladylike behavior in class, I'm not really like that outside in church,&lt;br /&gt;Its strangely weird, Undignified!'09, it was great, the events that happened&lt;br /&gt;so far, this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd January: Start of School D:&lt;br /&gt;10 January: Undignified! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still stuck in my head, this is going to be tough,&lt;br /&gt;anyway, signing off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to let you go&lt;br /&gt;But you kept capturing my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2681481565805220071?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2681481565805220071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=2681481565805220071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2681481565805220071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2681481565805220071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-it-has-been-12-days-of-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4689093589398783976</id><published>2008-12-31T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:09:29.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SVxBsFNrRmI/AAAAAAAAALs/FpkDqNVVXg8/s1600-h/n718010668_1294864_7643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SVxBO3ttjJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AsvOkWOfIog/s320/n718010668_1294873_4241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286171786355772562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SVxBIVlxGhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZJqpepnUhj0/s1600-h/n718010668_1294874_4590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SVxBIVlxGhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZJqpepnUhj0/s320/n718010668_1294874_4590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286171674116430354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not post all pictures, too many, ahahs, by the way, all of us are now either&lt;br /&gt;lobsters or black, sunburned, hahs, Pictures shall do the talking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4689093589398783976?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4689093589398783976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4689093589398783976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4689093589398783976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4689093589398783976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/shall-not-post-all-pictures-too-many.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SVxBsFNrRmI/AAAAAAAAALs/FpkDqNVVXg8/s72-c/n718010668_1294864_7643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-3787480063530978163</id><published>2008-12-31T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:05:12.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back from the most awesome camp ever in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;CampFree! It was the best, I became a professional hugger :D&lt;br /&gt;I kept hugging people, experiencing God was like the best,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so Great, and Most probably change, everyone changed&lt;br /&gt;after that session, Let me name a few people who changed,&lt;br /&gt;YanYan, Vera, Aaron,Shawn,Jinglong, We've become like Godly&lt;br /&gt;people, I just want to keep it that way, I don't want to go back&lt;br /&gt;to the old Alyssa, I'm gonna love and trust God more now,&lt;br /&gt;Day1&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Sentosa, Coasta Sands Resort, We were feeling&lt;br /&gt;a little down as We wanted our camp to be in Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;We went to our praise and worship room to put our bags&lt;br /&gt;down, By the way, I'm in the group called BA CHOR MEE!'&lt;br /&gt;the best group ever, We went to the beach after that and played&lt;br /&gt;the most grueling ice breakers I've ever played, but I had fun,&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the first game but I remember the toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;game, in that game We had to pass toothpaste using the different&lt;br /&gt;parts of our body, I got cheek, My face was burning after that, you can&lt;br /&gt;never imagine, the last game we played was fun too, I can't remember the game&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we went back, collected our keys, The first thing, Natalie, Yanyan,&lt;br /&gt;Yan yi and I did was jump into the swimming pool, as it was sooo Hot, after that&lt;br /&gt;we checked out room and it was so small, hahs, but We had our own toilet, after bath&lt;br /&gt;and lunch, the boys came over to our room for lunch, we have bento packed lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Which was actually not bad, we watched OKTO, and after lunch we had our first sermon&lt;br /&gt;about most people were sleeping as we like soooo tired but I tried to stay awake,&lt;br /&gt;After Sermon was dinner, again we went back to the room and eat, but dinner was&lt;br /&gt;buffet, the guys, Shawn, Jinglong,Aaron came over too, I think, after dinner&lt;br /&gt;was another sermon, this time most were awake and refreshed, the sermon passage&lt;br /&gt;was quite awesome, I'm gald YanYan and Jinglong went up for healing at altarcall&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a surprise party for YanYan, as it was her birthday, We got busted&lt;br /&gt;because of that but in the end managed to get her a cake and party!, we chatted&lt;br /&gt;Jinglong did a like really funny thing, but I don't have the permission to post it&lt;br /&gt;so, we got scolded by the hotel Manager, After that, the guys went back to their&lt;br /&gt;bunk before that , we were asked by them to wake them up at 6am, so we can go&lt;br /&gt;to the beach and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Jinglong managed to wake up at 6, we invited Vera and Natalia&lt;br /&gt;Along, Natalie was also sleeping, while playing at the beach, we saw this&lt;br /&gt;black coloured big animal which looked like a lizard, from another small&lt;br /&gt;island, it came from the sea, and we got so freaked out by the thing,&lt;br /&gt;we went back at around 8.30 and had group devotion, After that was&lt;br /&gt;breakfast which, I didn't eat, I only drank orange juice, Then It was sermon time&lt;br /&gt;and yet again, we were somehow sleeping but paying attention, Then after that&lt;br /&gt;was lunch, after that, we had games, CAPTAIN CHICKEN'S BALL! The most disgusting&lt;br /&gt;and fun game to play, basically, the chicken is raw and uncooked, we played captain's&lt;br /&gt;ball but using chicken, we ripped the chicken into half while playing, ahaha, when&lt;br /&gt;you catch the chicken it feels, disgusting for awhile, after Chicken's ball, After that&lt;br /&gt;freetime, dinner, sermon, altarcall, it was the most awesome thing, I felt like a&lt;br /&gt;new person after the altarcall, we went to the beach after altarcall, uhm, ate maggie&lt;br /&gt;first at the guys' Kampong hut, Vera, Natalia, Jinglong, YanYan, Yanyi, Shawn&lt;br /&gt;Matthias, Aaron and I went to the beach,Aaron and I kept passing energy to each other,&lt;br /&gt; the games we played, from Passing the ball, to volleyball, to Rugby to volleyball with gays, literally, they told us that,to basketball which I can play!:D and last but not least, Truth or Dare, after the guyscame back from buying our coffee, red bull, I had to do a chicken dance while walking around Aaron, which sucked, and everytime someone said a bad word, we'll go&lt;br /&gt;:"what happened to your godly-ness? Altarcall,!?" We would look up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and go Sorry Lord, its not a joke! Its real, we were repenting, we played more basketball&lt;br /&gt;We only went back to the resort at 6.30, and slept for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last DayD:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and packed our bags, and did group devotion, after that&lt;br /&gt;was breakfast, then amazing race! Fun, FUN, FUN! To cut the long&lt;br /&gt;story short, WE CAME IN SECOND!:D BA CHOR MEE! We had big bash&lt;br /&gt;I was bbqing, I had the best time ever In camp, thanks to YanYan, Yanyi,&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, Jinglong,Vera, Natalia, Aaron, Matthias, Shawn, and MOST&lt;br /&gt;importantly God the father,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-3787480063530978163?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3787480063530978163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3787480063530978163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3787480063530978163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3787480063530978163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-im-back-from-most-awesome-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7345443032733580541</id><published>2008-12-24T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:09:56.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I crazy or Falling in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know how to live while loving you in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be happy everyday. I felt really happy&lt;br /&gt;when i saw you that day,talking to you has been a joy,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how long I can hold, I really just wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;thats all I ask, I don't dare ask for more, As long as he's my&lt;br /&gt;friend, I'm contented, I'm just really tired, I'm just going to be&lt;br /&gt;a happy happy girl everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All i ever think about is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7345443032733580541?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7345443032733580541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7345443032733580541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7345443032733580541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7345443032733580541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-crazy-or-falling-in-love-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-687979272606497625</id><published>2008-12-21T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:55:07.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TZC dancers, Clubbing scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SU4Dl_yRBJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EdpcdN4F4Sk/s1600-h/n598760615_2195312_4613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SU4Dl_yRBJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EdpcdN4F4Sk/s320/n598760615_2195312_4613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282163364264477842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;       Yan Yi, Natalie,Xiaole and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SU4Dwc-4OBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o2a89-dUnPU/s1600-h/n598760615_2195324_6820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SU4Dwc-4OBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o2a89-dUnPU/s320/n598760615_2195324_6820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282163543900698642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        The youngest dancers of TZC:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SU4D9QNt7RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2DJBJhmfgfQ/s1600-h/n598760615_2195326_7198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SU4D9QNt7RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2DJBJhmfgfQ/s320/n598760615_2195326_7198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282163763811577106" 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/3502110010993210096-687979272606497625?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/687979272606497625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=687979272606497625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/687979272606497625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/687979272606497625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/tzc-dancers-clubbing-scene-yan-yi.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SU4Dl_yRBJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EdpcdN4F4Sk/s72-c/n598760615_2195312_4613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8946623909994538117</id><published>2008-12-21T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:49:07.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Zebra Consequences musical was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Atiqah, Jeremy and Ming Keat for coming,&lt;br /&gt;The dressing room we have was so awesome, It was&lt;br /&gt;weird dancing with a bare-back outfit in front of people&lt;br /&gt;I know, I was actually really nervous but when i got on&lt;br /&gt;stage, I wasn't nervous at all, I know that this was all for God,&lt;br /&gt;I had to do my best, It was nice seeing Jeremy,and old friend&lt;br /&gt;again, He's hair grew so much! Hahs, anyway, Yesterday, the last&lt;br /&gt;day of performance, The curtain calls, we were jumping on stage,&lt;br /&gt;it was the best, I can't believe that its over already): But I'm looking&lt;br /&gt;forward to the celebration and youth camp too! Not to mention Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Hahs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Awesome-ness Of life&lt;br /&gt;Brings joy to me everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-8946623909994538117?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8946623909994538117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=8946623909994538117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8946623909994538117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8946623909994538117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/zebra-consequences-musical-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-990252081087583148</id><published>2008-12-07T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:32:09.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUqMLAXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GDO4WHwCaNY/s1600-h/n810155194_5029945_6818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUqMLAXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GDO4WHwCaNY/s320/n810155194_5029945_6818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256315914182098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Pure candid shot! xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUj4EKaDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fBJY0H0O1DE/s1600-h/n810155194_5029934_3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUj4EKaDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fBJY0H0O1DE/s320/n810155194_5029934_3667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256207437555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          awaiting instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUWGwt2pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3hXKyKY4iKQ/s1600-h/n810155194_5025195_2703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUWGwt2pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3hXKyKY4iKQ/s320/n810155194_5025195_2703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255970864355986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Popping/locking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyURUpaPFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m3WVIRxEDOs/s1600-h/n810155194_5025194_2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyURUpaPFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m3WVIRxEDOs/s320/n810155194_5025194_2409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255888692460626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Hard Hard work XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUMLP1lfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KyDIKclc5go/s1600-h/n810155194_5025189_922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUMLP1lfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KyDIKclc5go/s320/n810155194_5025189_922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255800269936114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, the Zebra Consequences is only a week away!&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get the dance moves perfect, I'm dancing in&lt;br /&gt;my church musical, Learning the dance moves from day 1 has&lt;br /&gt;been so memorable, especially when my best budds are there.&lt;br /&gt;Learning popping/locking wasn't really as hard as I expected,&lt;br /&gt;The body wave, was the move challenging for me, I did learn&lt;br /&gt;it before but it looked like crap, but now, thank God that I&lt;br /&gt;could perfect it, The whole dance is really awesome, my choreographer,&lt;br /&gt;Serene is sort of a pro in hip hop, the dance moves are really cool,&lt;br /&gt;And last Friday, During hip hop class, We learnt old school hip hop,&lt;br /&gt;something called whacking, yeah, is was quite fun to learn, expect&lt;br /&gt;that I hurt my knee, ankle and shoulder, can't wait for youth camp&lt;br /&gt;too, Its gonna be awesome, and again, staying with my budds, Yan Yan&lt;br /&gt;Yan Yi, and Natalie, Although its only 3 days, I bet its' gonna be packed&lt;br /&gt;with fun, we were quite sad when it wasn't in Malaysia, because, the friend&lt;br /&gt;bonding always starts on the bus trip to wherever the destination is, This&lt;br /&gt;time its in Sentosa, which is a like 10 mins walk away from church, so there won't&lt;br /&gt;be much bonding on the bus, but I know, we're gonna have loads and loads of fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Its' probably only all in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I just have to try and think another way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-990252081087583148?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/990252081087583148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=990252081087583148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/990252081087583148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/990252081087583148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/gosh-zebra-consequences-is-only-week.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STyUqMLAXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GDO4WHwCaNY/s72-c/n810155194_5029945_6818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4861665096836871137</id><published>2008-12-05T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:44:30.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that when i start to give up, that&lt;br /&gt;he comes back and talk to me, What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Life won't let it go my way, when i won't give up,&lt;br /&gt;Its hurts, when i give up, Life won't let me. I'm&lt;br /&gt;just so confused, Anyway, My church is having a&lt;br /&gt;musical, And I'm dancing in it, and Now, my life&lt;br /&gt;is so hectic, its' all for a good course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Is it some way that you know my life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4861665096836871137?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4861665096836871137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4861665096836871137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4861665096836871137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4861665096836871137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-it-that-when-i-start-to-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1584414265867093068</id><published>2008-11-30T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:38:30.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STLBd3hUIHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yz-FBT1l1fg/s1600-h/1_226857644l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/STLBd3hUIHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yz-FBT1l1fg/s320/1_226857644l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274490832468320370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2H'O8, I'll miss&lt;br /&gt;those times with you guys around&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with the new classes, I'm&lt;br /&gt;actually qutie happy with my new class,&lt;br /&gt;As, some of my sec 1 classmates are in it,&lt;br /&gt;and some of 2H'08 classmates, the ones that&lt;br /&gt;I usually talk too are in it, so it wouldn't be so&lt;br /&gt;bad, there will be obviously new cliques, But&lt;br /&gt;I hope there won't be any clique at all, just friends&lt;br /&gt;HELLO 3G'09, I hope I'll have as much fun as&lt;br /&gt;I had with 2H'08, although, I get bullied sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care much about it. Yay! I've covered&lt;br /&gt;the letters FGH, 1F'07,2H'08,3G'09 Success!, Okay, going off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Life doesn't go the way you want it to&lt;br /&gt;You just have to adapt to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1584414265867093068?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1584414265867093068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1584414265867093068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1584414265867093068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed off and bored at home,&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that I've forgotten him&lt;br /&gt;but somehow the world is against me&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, Should I give in to another?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I stick to one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I hope life treats you kind&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-5428630399902770553?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5428630399902770553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=5428630399902770553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;And I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;That promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share&lt;br /&gt;With no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro:]&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Thats how i feel about you now&lt;br /&gt;I may have done that wrong thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7283745004754326997?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7283745004754326997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7283745004754326997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7283745004754326997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7283745004754326997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-people-live-for-fortune-some.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1227770737343415704</id><published>2008-11-25T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:33:44.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays for me are like, really fun and really boring,&lt;br /&gt;the boring part is that i have to go for stupid tuitions, the fun&lt;br /&gt;part is that I'm learning dances, this holiday, I have to remember&lt;br /&gt;3 types of choreography,which is fun, I love dancing and singing,&lt;br /&gt;I'm also so proud of myself, I manage to forget about him, totally,&lt;br /&gt;My life feels so carefree,and I love it, I actually rather us be friends&lt;br /&gt;right now, anyway, i had JC( Jesus Christ) in the house dance, and&lt;br /&gt;got a really bad blueblack, But it was worthwhile, the dance moves&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little 80s, but its so fun to learn what the people in the 80s&lt;br /&gt;did, today, I have dance practice for Church Musical, The last few&lt;br /&gt;Musicals my church did was fantastic-o! The first Musical, I was only&lt;br /&gt;9, I acted as a workaholic's little daughter, the next one i was 12. I was&lt;br /&gt;a tambourine dancer. Now I'm hip hop dancer for the Musical, I love this&lt;br /&gt;life so much, Thanks everyone for tagging, I've replied them all, The holidays&lt;br /&gt;kinda suck too because I'm sick, having like a really bad cough and sore throat,&lt;br /&gt;other than that, I'm okay, thats it for today:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;You don't have to be afraid of me now&lt;br /&gt;I'd really rather be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1227770737343415704?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1227770737343415704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1227770737343415704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1227770737343415704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1227770737343415704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-for-me-are-like-really-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8487254626499579088</id><published>2008-11-20T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:58:40.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spotlight-Jennifer Hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;Are you a man who loves&lt;br /&gt;And cherishes&lt;br /&gt;And cares for me?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Are you a guard in a prison&lt;br /&gt;Maximum security?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? yea eh...&lt;br /&gt;Do we stay home all the time&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you want me to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Or am I locked away&lt;br /&gt;Out of fear that i'd find&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;yea eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't like&lt;br /&gt;Living under your spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Just because you think&lt;br /&gt;I might find somebody worthy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't like&lt;br /&gt;Living under your spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Baby, if you treat me right&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling your needs&lt;br /&gt;As well as mine&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Or is this just my sentence&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing time?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;If this is love&lt;br /&gt;Real, real love&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm staying no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm just love prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm busting out&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you oughta be&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed of yourself&lt;br /&gt;What the hell&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're doing?&lt;br /&gt;Loving me, loving me&lt;br /&gt;So wrong&lt;br /&gt;Baby, all I do is try&lt;br /&gt;To show you&lt;br /&gt;That you're my&lt;br /&gt;One and only guy&lt;br /&gt;No matter&lt;br /&gt;Who may come along&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cuz baby, I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2x)&lt;br /&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/3502110010993210096-8487254626499579088?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8487254626499579088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=8487254626499579088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8487254626499579088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8487254626499579088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/spotlight-jennifer-hudson-are-you-man.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6445673987546005278</id><published>2008-11-10T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:57:19.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super angry! I can't believe the holidays are&lt;br /&gt;becoming Studydays! I can't take it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I studied so hard for my examinations for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I may not have the best score but at least&lt;br /&gt;I mugged like crazy for the first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;and my parents want me to go for tuition 3&lt;br /&gt;times a week, 3 different types, Its not like I'm&lt;br /&gt;stupid!, Why stress me so much, I need my freedom after&lt;br /&gt;school! they'll never understand! Yeah, Maybe in their&lt;br /&gt;days, they had to study more but thats' last time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking pissed off with them, When can they&lt;br /&gt;realize that Tuition and I just don't mix, I keep telling&lt;br /&gt;them, That i hate tuition, they say what, like as if i can study&lt;br /&gt;by myself! I did, I improve on my exams! Its' not like i flunked&lt;br /&gt;all of them! I don't even feel like going on, too angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I wished that I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;so that now, I wouldn't be crying and suffering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6445673987546005278?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6445673987546005278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6445673987546005278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6445673987546005278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_wOXhAWRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wfP30dQ5ak8/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_wOXhAWRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wfP30dQ5ak8/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264690619040684306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pure awesome picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up around 9, and was really tired,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i have dreamt of him 3 times,&lt;br /&gt;the last dream was really crazy and weird, I mean,&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep dreaming of him? its' really driving me&lt;br /&gt;up the wall, I'm trying to forget him, but he appears,&lt;br /&gt;in my dream, anyway, bought nail polish, and I'm not&lt;br /&gt;girly, I just like medicures, I'm not a tomboy either,&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm really bored, so blogging, and my computer&lt;br /&gt;is spoiled so using my mama's laptop, so I'm typing more&lt;br /&gt;and typing really fast, I want to leave my house but no one&lt;br /&gt;wants to go out, I want to work but my parents don't approve&lt;br /&gt;of it,so started camwhoring just now, took a couple of cool pictures,&lt;br /&gt;Nat, My bestfriend, 13 years and counting, is coming over for a&lt;br /&gt;stayover this Sunday , can't wait, then i can camwhore with her and&lt;br /&gt;have a really awesome time, Thats all for now, don't really know what&lt;br /&gt;to say or write,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Do you have to torture me this way?&lt;br /&gt;you do know that i like you, but you act ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6207588789965206843?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_wOXhAWRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wfP30dQ5ak8/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8274560620709074526</id><published>2008-11-03T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:10:41.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so angry until I forgot to post this,&lt;br /&gt;In the last week, we had lnline skating,&lt;br /&gt;like i posted before, I had fun with everybody,&lt;br /&gt;the instructors are nice and funny, I really had&lt;br /&gt;so much fun, I never had so much fun in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to do a slalum( don't know if i spelt it correctly)&lt;br /&gt;the toto-roll, and many more, we played games like the bull&lt;br /&gt;rush, dog and bone, the tunnel of doom, and dragon, the best&lt;br /&gt;games ever, I really had fun, thanks everyone who went,&lt;br /&gt;and the new friends i made, Inline skating has never been&lt;br /&gt;so fun, Thanks instuctor Zack, Martin, Jeremy, Eugene, Darren,:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-8274560620709074526?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8274560620709074526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=8274560620709074526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8274560620709074526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8274560620709074526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-angry-until-i-forgot-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4434137694777962994</id><published>2008-11-03T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:01:12.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really fustrated now, My parents want to me&lt;br /&gt;go for 3 tuitions during the holidays, tell me, is that&lt;br /&gt;called holidays?! Do they know the meaning of holidays?!&lt;br /&gt;Its' where you relax NOT overwork yoursleves! Whats'&lt;br /&gt;the point of having holidays if I have to study, yeah, I may&lt;br /&gt;not have done very well during the previous exam but they&lt;br /&gt;didn't have to take away my freedom from me, when can they&lt;br /&gt;realise that Maths, Chinese and Science are the subjects that I&lt;br /&gt;can never pass even with tuition, I know that next year, I have&lt;br /&gt;to pass Maths, If not its' ITE for me, but I really can't study MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese and Science, maybe i can pass those, But NEVER maths,&lt;br /&gt;I've been failing Maths since Pri4, Before that Maths was always&lt;br /&gt;boarder line passes, I'm not a Maths person even with good practice,&lt;br /&gt;Well, the normal things like Add, subtract, Division, Mulitiplication, Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I could do those but not like or the other crazy topics, like proportion,&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the holidays now. I'll be stressed out, and crying for all this&lt;br /&gt;to stop,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4434137694777962994?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4434137694777962994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4434137694777962994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4434137694777962994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4434137694777962994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-really-fustrated-now-my-parents-want.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-5927212055199929278</id><published>2008-10-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:28:02.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't know whether to love you, kill you, or&lt;br /&gt;hate you, You practically don't care, i guess, I still&lt;br /&gt;don't know why you simply can't get out my head,&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough, i really don't know why my head&lt;br /&gt;says give up and my heart objects to it, I'm really&lt;br /&gt;pissed off, I bet you practically wouldn't care, If I'm&lt;br /&gt;making you angry, I'm sorry, Although, You're my type,&lt;br /&gt;Theres' still one thing i hate about you, You forget like&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things, I told you I like you before, I guess you forgot&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for loving you, Do you think its' so easy for me&lt;br /&gt;to give up? It took me 3 years to give up my ex crush,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk anymore, I really don't know what I'm&lt;br /&gt;doing now, I know that you'll never like me but I still hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;by liking you. Although, You'd always cheer me up no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;so thank you, and send many smiles when you're hyper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;My heart longs of you&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-5927212055199929278?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5927212055199929278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=5927212055199929278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/5927212055199929278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rash, but now, its all gone, hahs, As i have&lt;br /&gt;already learn skating before so i took the advance class,&lt;br /&gt;only around 7 people were in advance class, we did some&lt;br /&gt;cool stunts, our instructor's name is Zack, cool name,  I really&lt;br /&gt;enjoy my time at school, thats' it for today, I'm really tired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I can't stop thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really emotionally down now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4502234185418480971?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4502234185418480971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQU2NJAoFAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6GHLZR68FuY/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQU2NJAoFAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6GHLZR68FuY/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261671339037037570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CLASS 2H'08!islovedd&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe 1 year has already passed, well. actually i can,&lt;br /&gt;Our class are Air Talkers, hahs, we created a lot of stuffs, and i loved&lt;br /&gt;them just the way they are. 2H'08 rocks I'll never forget the day&lt;br /&gt;we won the BEST CLASS AWARD! at camp, and we had loads of fun&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;2H wan sui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I'm so confused,&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt you even know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-275698661145734238?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/275698661145734238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=275698661145734238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/275698661145734238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/275698661145734238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-2h08islovedd-i-cant-believe-1.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQU2Zm0RnkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QdWO7p5AzN8/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7129759804852838527</id><published>2008-10-24T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:47:27.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had so much fun yesterday, I watched HSM3 and I went for&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop class, It was so much fun and quite painful, But i enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;it, HSM3 was such a nice show, i think the best so far, You should&lt;br /&gt;wait till the end if you watch the show, there are bloopers which&lt;br /&gt;are really funny, and the whole show was touching and hilarious,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say anymore, or I'll be spoiling the show for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feeling like blogging now, I may blog later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I've never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;but why do you hurt me over and over again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7129759804852838527?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7129759804852838527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7129759804852838527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQAbtADmLTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lcgbU_aLqNg/s1600-h/Blah.jpg"&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/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQAbtADmLTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lcgbU_aLqNg/s320/Blah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260234824691887410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i wasn't really keen in going to school, as today, there was&lt;br /&gt;going to be a drill on i think chemical smoke machine attacks, where&lt;br /&gt;we had to stay in our class rooms, and tape up all the windows and doors,&lt;br /&gt;plus create a toilet in the classroom, I didn't really want to go, but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I actually had lots of fun doing the tapping up of windows, But kinda&lt;br /&gt;hated the part where we had to be in the classroom without any ventilation,&lt;br /&gt;It was so stuffy and dark, but Ruyi,  Claudia and I manage to find something to&lt;br /&gt;do, we played with our handphone and listened to music,  we actually made some&lt;br /&gt;small fans using papers,when it was all over, I was so relieved, and the air outside&lt;br /&gt;the classroom was so cooling and after that I went home, and now at home, I'm&lt;br /&gt;using the computer, I can't wait for tomorrow, I'll be watching HSM3 and after&lt;br /&gt;that, it will be my hip hop dance lessons, I stopped for awhile, but now restarting&lt;br /&gt;with beginner skills again, I forgot some basic steps so decided to take it again,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I guess its' time for me to give you up now,&lt;br /&gt;as you don't even care that i exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-136123438869318478?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/136123438869318478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=136123438869318478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/136123438869318478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/136123438869318478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-wasnt-really-keen-in-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQAbtADmLTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lcgbU_aLqNg/s72-c/Blah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-8464748766993493508</id><published>2008-10-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:48:01.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I'm really really happy!, Today was meet the parents day!&lt;br /&gt;I was super nervous at first, as our report books were also to be collected&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that i won't be about to get promoted, but i got promoted!&lt;br /&gt;I'm super thankful to God right now, I'm so relieved but now, I have to&lt;br /&gt;work harder, i have to pass my maths and Chinese, if not after&lt;br /&gt;Sec4, I won't be able to get promoted to Sec5, I'll go straight to ITE,&lt;br /&gt;Not that its' bad, but i want to work harder so that i would be able&lt;br /&gt;to work as my dream job, so here are my scores,&lt;br /&gt;English: 55/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;color&gt;Maths:44/100&lt;/color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;color&gt;Chinese:43/100&lt;br /&gt;Science:48/100&lt;br /&gt;Literature:51/100&lt;br /&gt;History:51/100&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T:52/100&lt;br /&gt;Promotion Status: PROMOTED TO SEC3 NORMAL(NA)!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; True enough, You are the one&lt;br /&gt;but why do i still doubt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-8464748766993493508?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8464748766993493508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=8464748766993493508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8464748766993493508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/8464748766993493508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-im-really-really-happy-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7298224994933762709</id><published>2008-10-21T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:16:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SP26Fvw_BHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OXLZ-o5lwPc/s1600-h/jgfjfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SP26Fvw_BHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OXLZ-o5lwPc/s320/jgfjfg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259564547722642546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was late for school, I didn't really want to go to&lt;br /&gt;school today actually, But anyway, was at school, school&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, has been pretty awesome, We don't get caught&lt;br /&gt;or don't even get scolded for using our phones/PSP/MP3&lt;br /&gt;and I'm actually really happy!, the teachers are also nicer&lt;br /&gt;to us. i love life after exams, bow, I'm planning to work,&lt;br /&gt;But, i don't know what to work as, its' hard to find a job when you're only 14, but I want to try and work, earn my own&lt;br /&gt;money, don't have to ask my parents for money and just shop! for almost everything I want, I'll have to save some too&lt;br /&gt;though, for future things, I just want my own carefree life&lt;br /&gt;before school starts and I'll be studying till i probably&lt;br /&gt;die, but i want to work, and learn new things, alrights, i&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Do i still think that it was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;or I'm just still stuck in a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7298224994933762709?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7298224994933762709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7298224994933762709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7298224994933762709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7298224994933762709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-late-for-school-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SP26Fvw_BHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OXLZ-o5lwPc/s72-c/jgfjfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1905488903242320375</id><published>2008-10-19T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:19:32.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, woke up early for church, wasn't feeling well,&lt;br /&gt;Also, i was feeling really sad, I'm not going to tell you why,&lt;br /&gt;So, i bought many many boxes of Lakerol sweets again,&lt;br /&gt;At church, my buddies overslept! and the other buddy&lt;br /&gt;when to another church, was super sad at first, but,&lt;br /&gt;Other buddy cheered me up! A little bit, I'm not going&lt;br /&gt;to say who, Played with baby Zeth again, He's really cute,&lt;br /&gt;After Church, Mummy told me that i had to go home by myself&lt;br /&gt;again, got super angry, played neopets for awhile, now really bored,&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally spammed Abram blog, maybe because, too many&lt;br /&gt;things are on my mind right now, thats' why kept typing wrongly,&lt;br /&gt;Someone please cheer me up! I can't stand it any longer D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relinkk please: http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I do know that you're just an infatuation,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why i still cling on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1905488903242320375?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1905488903242320375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1905488903242320375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1905488903242320375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1905488903242320375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-woke-up-early-for-church-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-5643923926187281834</id><published>2008-10-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:01:47.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i woke up, I was feeling nervous about my results,&lt;br /&gt;When i reached school, settled down, skipping this whole&lt;br /&gt;grandmother stories, and come to the point, I passed my overall,&lt;br /&gt;really happy! All though my marks are like crap, Because Studying&lt;br /&gt;isn't my thing, But i passed! Thank God for that, so here are my results,&lt;br /&gt;English:56.7/100&lt;br /&gt;Maths:44.6/100&lt;br /&gt;Chinese:46.7/100&lt;br /&gt;Science:49.8/100&lt;br /&gt;History:59/100&lt;br /&gt;Literature:50.2/100&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T:48.9/100&lt;br /&gt;Overall score:50.9!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm better in my language only, i better buck up for&lt;br /&gt;next year, I can't fail my maths next year, or I'll straight away retain,&lt;br /&gt;Its the end of the year and I'm already feeling stressed out, I just got&lt;br /&gt;to be more serious in my studying, less electronics, i hope, Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I like Russell Peters Jokes, I know its' a little racist but I like it, Not&lt;br /&gt;the racist part but the interpretation of the accents are so cute and hilarious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Why do i still like you?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't i given up?♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-5643923926187281834?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5643923926187281834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=5643923926187281834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/5643923926187281834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/5643923926187281834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-i-woke-up-i-was-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-5252951124416210725</id><published>2008-10-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:23:48.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SO9yR-iLfOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nWmmmZycCxU/s1600-h/hfjfhj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SO9yR-iLfOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nWmmmZycCxU/s320/hfjfhj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255544943334358242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Finally, Exams are over, I'm free to do whatever i want,&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I'm scared off is the results, I did badly for todays' paper&lt;br /&gt;i had stomach ache, couldn't concentrate at all, but I'm glad that at&lt;br /&gt;least i could do or even remember some things, Thank God, Its' pretty,&lt;br /&gt;awesome that i could, Now, i'll be partying, and when my results are in,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be weeping, But, Hopefully, I would be jumping for joy, i felt that i did ok,&lt;br /&gt;in my exam, I'm just not totally confidant that I can pass everything,I just hope&lt;br /&gt;that i would be retaining, or Go downhill, thats' all, will be psoting quite often&lt;br /&gt;now, so okay, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-5252951124416210725?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5252951124416210725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=5252951124416210725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/5252951124416210725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/5252951124416210725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-finally-exams-are-over-im-free-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SO9yR-iLfOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nWmmmZycCxU/s72-c/hfjfhj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4921060117568734573</id><published>2008-09-18T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:33:28.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SNI6iBwo_sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-xydcKkKf9g/s1600-h/1_388286357l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SNI6iBwo_sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-xydcKkKf9g/s320/1_388286357l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247320872102461122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique gone forever, because i made a mistake, It was a hard&lt;br /&gt;desicion to make but somehow, i'm glad we did made it, For now,&lt;br /&gt;We're just classmates, Well, expect Claudia and Ruyi, I want no&lt;br /&gt;more trouble anymore, even if everything's okay, i won't take&lt;br /&gt;another step to clique, i don't want to hurt someone else anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I would just keep my mouth shut and stop all this gossiping, try and&lt;br /&gt;look at people's strength, not their weakness,Yes, they still could be my&lt;br /&gt;very good friends, but i won't be in their clique, For now, Claudia and Ruyi&lt;br /&gt;are my good friends, but we're not a clique, Just friends, I think people&lt;br /&gt;should only form cliques if they really trust each other, if not then, whats&lt;br /&gt;the point? Getting angry over little stuff, Misunderstandings, makes one feel&lt;br /&gt;sad, but i guess this is how it should be, and how it should be dealt. I cherished&lt;br /&gt;every moment with them, I won't forget all the fun games we had, Well, we're&lt;br /&gt;still classmates right? At least we're not enemies. So I'm just thankful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-4921060117568734573?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4921060117568734573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4921060117568734573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4921060117568734573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4921060117568734573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/clique-gone-forever-because-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SNI6iBwo_sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-xydcKkKf9g/s72-c/1_388286357l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-4399301066613471838</id><published>2008-09-10T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:28:47.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SMfCw12FksI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ih_Q7d34W-Q/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244374435439678146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SMfCw12FksI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ih_Q7d34W-Q/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SMfCq4ajbSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fid8Bbu8JoU/s1600-h/Image003001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244374333050285346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SMfCq4ajbSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fid8Bbu8JoU/s320/Image003001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures of the time we had in school's field on founder's day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were really wacky and i actually took a video of my friends but i won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;post it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahs&lt;/span&gt;, exams are coming, stress is back, i just thank God for helping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me get better grades for last term, just hope i don't slack too much these few days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blog will be a little dead for awhile, I really hope i don't get retained or kicked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out to another school, i gotta stop all this slacking, and get down to serious work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3502110010993210096-4399301066613471838?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4399301066613471838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=4399301066613471838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4399301066613471838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/4399301066613471838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-are-some-pictures-of-time-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SMfCw12FksI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ih_Q7d34W-Q/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1738300426002159111</id><published>2008-09-05T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:21:56.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos, Just came by to say, i won't be posting for awhile, not&lt;br /&gt;until my exams are over, Studying like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother died this week, it kinda sadden me a little&lt;br /&gt;bit, but, i'm alright now, Now, i 'm boredd like mad, max&lt;br /&gt;study hours is only 2 hours, that sucks, gotta try to aim for&lt;br /&gt;4 hours if not i'll sure fail my exams, Trying not to think about&lt;br /&gt;him has been tough, Anyways, off to studying byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1738300426002159111?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1738300426002159111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1738300426002159111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1738300426002159111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1738300426002159111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/hellos-just-came-by-to-say-i-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1358323043593454695</id><published>2008-08-19T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:53:37.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! I finally passed my chinese tests,&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy,i guess studying really&lt;br /&gt;pays off, i didn't know i could pass chinese&lt;br /&gt;papers, i would usually panic or just put&lt;br /&gt;stuff down, i think i can pass my exams,&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is to try, thats all i need,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1358323043593454695?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1358323043593454695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1358323043593454695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1358323043593454695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1358323043593454695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-i-finally-passed-my-chinese-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-5038422202144124884</id><published>2008-08-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:51:10.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pri 6 birthday party&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235845096397119522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl1X924oCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HK2_-sSxMDY/s320/31762964549396l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burger king madness at vivo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235844809019520130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl1HPSudII/AAAAAAAAAE4/713H1pronjM/s320/1_242209387l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn,me,Rachel,Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl1C8F2zoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WlvXAxW5JMU/s1600-h/Em,Aly,Rachel,Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235844735145791106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl1C8F2zoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WlvXAxW5JMU/s320/Em,Aly,Rachel,Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neoprint wonder&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl04Sp9zOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3vLCxv_IUVY/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235844552224263394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl04Sp9zOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3vLCxv_IUVY/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played soccer in skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0w6UUOpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JvBoBUfHRE8/s1600-h/DSCN5056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235844425431923346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0w6UUOpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JvBoBUfHRE8/s320/DSCN5056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0oK-0NLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zRDSAq4Y4zA/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235844275286324402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0oK-0NLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zRDSAq4Y4zA/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0fH8n-xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a95n02Tfuts/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235844119853005586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0fH8n-xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a95n02Tfuts/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0YzyGEPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TFKdpTVQtSc/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235844011360915698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl0YzyGEPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TFKdpTVQtSc/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of my life, they blow me away, i remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everthing that happened during that time of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i see the pictures, i remember, there were not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many issues that we faced so much so that we hated each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember the fun we had, the pleasure of being together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them so very much, i take back what i said, i really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love them, they always make me laugh, and we'll always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have loads of fun together, Clique is always still together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-5038422202144124884?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5038422202144124884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=5038422202144124884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/5038422202144124884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/5038422202144124884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-pri-6-birthday-party-burger-king.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SKl1X924oCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HK2_-sSxMDY/s72-c/31762964549396l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2453667129726200137</id><published>2008-08-02T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:24:37.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm devoting my life to God now, so my&lt;br /&gt;life is considered happy, there are still&lt;br /&gt;many ups and downs and people still&lt;br /&gt;talk about my rash and they insult me,&lt;br /&gt;who cares? For i know, God only sees true inside&lt;br /&gt;beauty,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2453667129726200137?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2453667129726200137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=2453667129726200137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2453667129726200137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2453667129726200137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-devoting-my-life-to-god-now-so-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1962087860728878310</id><published>2008-07-31T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:05:41.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only if you could read all those tags about you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, meeting you was fate, and falling in love was beyond my control,&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting,Probably, fate didn't want us to be together,&lt;br /&gt;that's why you never liked me, well, i still can't give up,&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt this way for a boy before, Maybe i should let go,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Anyway, today in school ,everyone, almost in 2H was&lt;br /&gt;emo, a lot of things happened recently and i don't know where to start,&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't even say, thats all for now,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1962087860728878310?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1962087860728878310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1962087860728878310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1962087860728878310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1962087860728878310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-if-you-could-read-all-those-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-2731370742554300031</id><published>2008-07-20T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:06:10.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life now is much better, expect the boy part.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too much in like with him,&lt;br /&gt; but i'm still afraid to tell&lt;br /&gt;you, It's not rejection, Its the fact that talking to a&lt;br /&gt;guy who is my deepest darkest secret is scary,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll feel like avoiding him, the red face thing,&lt;br /&gt;But if i avoid him, i feel very bad, Right now, i just&lt;br /&gt;want like him, Secretly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-2731370742554300031?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2731370742554300031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=2731370742554300031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2731370742554300031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/2731370742554300031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-now-is-much-better-expect-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7254235691012437985</id><published>2008-07-05T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:40:28.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should have known that you were lying,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU! You should know that&lt;br /&gt;i hate liers the most! Why do you still&lt;br /&gt;have to break my heart?! I never want to&lt;br /&gt;hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7254235691012437985?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7254235691012437985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7254235691012437985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7254235691012437985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7254235691012437985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-should-have-known-that-you-were-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-557160025190436491</id><published>2008-07-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:00:37.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that its not good to like somebody&lt;br /&gt;for so long, it would be torturing, and now&lt;br /&gt;i still like this guy, its been like 6 months now,&lt;br /&gt;my last crush, 2 years, it was hard to forget him,&lt;br /&gt;i saw him everyday, my current crush, well, he's&lt;br /&gt;extremely cute. But the problem is he never liked&lt;br /&gt;me, when you like someone, theres only a 1 percent&lt;br /&gt;chance that the person would like you back, those people&lt;br /&gt;are the blessed ones, unlike me, It's heart breaking,&lt;br /&gt;You know most girls keep changing crushes but i stick&lt;br /&gt;to one, you may call it crazy, but thats me, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;why too, i know that the guy would never like me and&lt;br /&gt;yet i like him for so long, i have asked a lot of people about&lt;br /&gt;this stuff, they always say, when its time to let go, they would&lt;br /&gt;but how come i can't do that? My situation, i live in a sad world,&lt;br /&gt;i may look bubbly an happy and hyper and in actual fact, i'm&lt;br /&gt;a very emo inside, i'm just showing my happy side, i don't want&lt;br /&gt;others to feel sad too. Now, i don't know how or what i should do,&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a mess, and i'm finally getting courage to write this. Because&lt;br /&gt;this is kind of embarrasing, Alyssa, its time to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-557160025190436491?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/557160025190436491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=557160025190436491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/557160025190436491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/557160025190436491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-realized-that-its-not-good-to-like.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-7396491650002030969</id><published>2008-06-27T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:22:19.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Hard</title><content type='html'>I just realized that a girl's life is hard,&lt;br /&gt;You don't usually get the boy you like,&lt;br /&gt;You may have a boyfriend, but he isn't&lt;br /&gt;the one you actually have more feelings&lt;br /&gt;for, You may you say you love your&lt;br /&gt;current boyfriend, but do you really mean&lt;br /&gt;it? Maybe you do, but did you ever ask&lt;br /&gt;yourself this question? do you actually&lt;br /&gt;want to accept your current boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;or you're just trying to make the boy&lt;br /&gt;jealous that you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;And you will always get misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;by your closest friends, they would wonder&lt;br /&gt;why you have changed, or one of you're&lt;br /&gt;closest friends like the guy you're with and&lt;br /&gt;they know that you don't really like him,&lt;br /&gt;which sucks, I've been down that road,&lt;br /&gt;It was tragic, nobody talked to me, or&lt;br /&gt;even was my friend, they thought i was&lt;br /&gt;a flirt, a real flirt, and i never want to go&lt;br /&gt;back down that road but somehow, i can't&lt;br /&gt;i have been walking in that road for ages,&lt;br /&gt;I can't seen to find the sign that says, FREE&lt;br /&gt;FROM ALL TROUBLES, Its been a very long&lt;br /&gt;while, i can't take it anymore, i just can't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-7396491650002030969?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7396491650002030969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=7396491650002030969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7396491650002030969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/7396491650002030969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifes-hard.html' title='Life&apos;s Hard'/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6514960447544127488</id><published>2008-06-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:56:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a never ending likeness,&lt;br /&gt;never ending lie,&lt;br /&gt;The hurt you've cut deeply,&lt;br /&gt;can't be seen by the naked eye,&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone for goodness&lt;br /&gt;sake, I would fair better with a&lt;br /&gt;jake, Its just a random name,&lt;br /&gt;Never i want to see you,&lt;br /&gt;Never i want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6514960447544127488?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6514960447544127488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6514960447544127488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6514960447544127488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6514960447544127488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-never-ending-likeness-never-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-3895588821602627174</id><published>2008-06-23T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:46:15.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello,</title><content type='html'>First day of school was stressful,&lt;br /&gt;although, some of the new teachers&lt;br /&gt;are really funny, why does school&lt;br /&gt;even exist?&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i don't want to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;RH, I'm Updating now!, Haha,&lt;br /&gt;I'm excerising my fingers ok!,&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-3895588821602627174?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3895588821602627174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=3895588821602627174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3895588821602627174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/3895588821602627174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title='Hello,'/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6254883504710498850</id><published>2008-06-16T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:47:21.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loves you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not too sure,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He likes you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, hmmm,&lt;/p&gt;He would always&lt;br /&gt;look in my direction,&lt;br /&gt;would he seat next to&lt;br /&gt;you when nobody's at&lt;br /&gt;your seat in school?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Always.&lt;br /&gt;Does he always message you&lt;br /&gt;on either the handphone or MSN?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, MSN always, Phone? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Is he the boy that wrote in your dairy?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Does he get jealous when he sees you&lt;br /&gt;with having fun another boy?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from my friend, just felt like doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6254883504710498850?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6254883504710498850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6254883504710498850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6254883504710498850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6254883504710498850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-loves-you-im-not-too-sure-he-likes.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-6482294107287044521</id><published>2008-06-07T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T04:16:43.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHANGRI-LAED WITH MY TWO ROCKING FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went to shangri-la hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Ruyi invited me there, Pearly went too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, claudia supposed to come but&lt;br /&gt;in the end, her mother didn't allow her.&lt;br /&gt;We were so sad that she couldn't make it,&lt;br /&gt;I reached at the hotel first, It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;The lights were so cool, but i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;how to contact Ruyi as my phone ran out&lt;br /&gt;of money! So after 30 mins, i asked the&lt;br /&gt;hotel staff, she brought me to the telephone&lt;br /&gt;which the operater would pick up and i&lt;br /&gt;would have to her Ruyi's surname and it&lt;br /&gt;will be directed to the room, i got so scared&lt;br /&gt;that it would be another person, but in the&lt;br /&gt;end, Ruyi picked up the call, i was so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;She picked me up from the lobby, we were&lt;br /&gt;staying in room 715, I place my stuff down and&lt;br /&gt;we chatted and chatted, after awhile, her mother&lt;br /&gt;came and she was a ver nice lady. She's from&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan, i think. Her mother asked us to walk&lt;br /&gt;around the hotel rather sitting down in the&lt;br /&gt;room and munching on tibits, So Ruyi showed&lt;br /&gt;me around the hotel, i must say, they have such&lt;br /&gt;lovely decorations. and nice place, we waited for&lt;br /&gt;Pearly to come, we went back to the room and&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Pearly on Ruyi's handphone, Soonafter,&lt;br /&gt;Pearly arrived and talked about her story, why she&lt;br /&gt;was late. Ruyi's brother came with his girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;her brother is so funny, his jokes. He fetched Ruyi&lt;br /&gt;mum home first before bringing us out for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;we had macdonald's for dinner, it was fun talking&lt;br /&gt;to her brother and his girlfriend.we arrived back&lt;br /&gt;at the hotel at around 9pm, we watched the channel&lt;br /&gt;8 show, when it finished we were jumping on the bed&lt;br /&gt;and taking pictures, we played eye lock too, using&lt;br /&gt;pillows to cover our nose and mouths, we played pillow&lt;br /&gt;fight and Ruyi's DS some yoshi game, And best of all,&lt;br /&gt;we played hide and seek, we hid until there was no where&lt;br /&gt;to hide, so we decided to watch the tv and we also chatted,&lt;br /&gt;Pearly tried to sleep but failed, we slept at around, hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;5.35? well, that was just Ruyi and i, Pearly left at 4.55, i woke&lt;br /&gt;up at around 6.15, Ruyi was still sound asleep, the tv was still&lt;br /&gt;on, i went to the toilet first and brushed my teeth, at around&lt;br /&gt;6.50, Pearly called Ruyi's phone, i picked it up to not disturbe&lt;br /&gt;Ruyi, She called to complain that her teacher didn't need her&lt;br /&gt;go back to camp which was in school, It was so funny, i laughed&lt;br /&gt;and was quite angry too, i could feel Pearly's anger, she didn't&lt;br /&gt;sleep the whole night and she spent 18 dollars coming going&lt;br /&gt;there and the day before she came, the teacher made her&lt;br /&gt;do a very embarrasing punishment, but anyway, that's&lt;br /&gt;how school works right?You can't complain about that fact.&lt;br /&gt;But, you can actually complain about it, cause it's considered&lt;br /&gt;as torturing, according to my mother, So, she came back to&lt;br /&gt;the hotel and watched more tv with me and we took turns&lt;br /&gt;to play Ruyi's DS, Ruyi was still sleeping, We accidentally&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep, we only woke at around 12.15pm? Ruyi's brother&lt;br /&gt;bought Horfun for us, then he fetched Ruyi and her mother&lt;br /&gt;to Great world city for lunch and fetched Pearly and i to&lt;br /&gt;church at Orchad, we had bad sense of direction so Ruyi's brother&lt;br /&gt;got a little bit annoyed so he dropped us at some place near&lt;br /&gt;OG, and we walked to cuppage shopping centre from there&lt;br /&gt;we waited for evelynn there, we bought something at 7-eleven&lt;br /&gt;to eat while waiting for her, when she arrived, we chatted until&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe, Pearly's friend came, but, we left and went to cineleasure&lt;br /&gt;to watch kungfu panda, we got NACHOS and this lady who knocked&lt;br /&gt;on the side of nachos, made me drop the nachos, there goes our&lt;br /&gt;money, i got really upset, but, it was good thing evelynn bought&lt;br /&gt;strip cuttlefish, if not we would have nothing to eat in there,&lt;br /&gt;But Pearly had sweets so, it was ok, kungfu panda was a nice&lt;br /&gt;show, i loved it, it was all about confidance, perseverence and&lt;br /&gt;learning how to fight our enemies, i loved it, we went home&lt;br /&gt;after that, i would want to have this much fun again, and with&lt;br /&gt;Ruyi, Pearly and Evelynn, if my others friends went, it would&lt;br /&gt;be awesome! Thanks for all the fun, Pearly and Ruyi, and&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ruyi for inviting me to this hotel to had fun with you.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures will come later when Pearly sends it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:skyblue;"&gt;BABY,ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-6482294107287044521?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6482294107287044521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=6482294107287044521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6482294107287044521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/6482294107287044521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/shangri-laed-with-my-two-rocking.html' title='SHANGRI-LAED WITH MY TWO ROCKING FRIENDS'/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-1516428660177317507</id><published>2008-06-03T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:03:22.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SEUN4dhZLVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NoTSnRuBFXI/s1600-h/DSCN5516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207583807772372306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SEUN4dhZLVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NoTSnRuBFXI/s320/DSCN5516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm so bored at home!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More problems up ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its quite hard to slove it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be having fun from this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;onwards, Thank God! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More camwhoring at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:skyblue;"&gt;BABY,ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-1516428660177317507?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1516428660177317507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=1516428660177317507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1516428660177317507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/1516428660177317507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-holidays-but-im-so-bored-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SEUN4dhZLVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NoTSnRuBFXI/s72-c/DSCN5516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502110010993210096.post-399112436017299580</id><published>2008-06-03T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:07:37.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;When i was cold you&lt;br /&gt;place your sweater around me.&lt;br /&gt;When i was thirsty, you offered&lt;br /&gt;me a drink, When i was tired&lt;br /&gt;you lend me your shoulder to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a dream? Am i the type of&lt;br /&gt;girl that would get a fairytale ending?&lt;br /&gt;You would make me laugh everytime&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling down, you would never leave me&lt;br /&gt;alone, You may sound like a stalker but&lt;br /&gt;you're not. You may not be the most&lt;br /&gt;handsome person but, you're wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me. Its ok. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;We may last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:skyblue;"&gt;BABY,ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502110010993210096-399112436017299580?l=an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/feeds/399112436017299580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3502110010993210096&amp;postID=399112436017299580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/399112436017299580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3502110010993210096/posts/default/399112436017299580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-infatuatedlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-still-love-me-im-not-so-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>~UNREALLISTIC LOVE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16616042319874510046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xIS3cUARJA/SQ_tu6OaF7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eskmFNPpct8/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
