<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958</id><updated>2011-12-30T18:40:54.515+08:00</updated><category term='tags'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='funny'/><category term='outing'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='friends'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Sins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8406733378631505825</id><published>2011-12-30T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:40:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>2011 is the year that went by so fast, maybe a little too fast. &lt;div&gt;It's the year your so called friend walks out of your life and it's the year you realised who the real ones are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the year you felt the most pressure to the point where you gave up so many times but you're still learning how to get back up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the year you said you were going to accomplish great things yet you feel like you just wasted time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the year you cried over too many pointless things, too many times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the year you look back on all the lifetime memories in which you find yourself missing the people in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's also the year you move on slowly, and you realised that, it is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-8406733378631505825?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/8406733378631505825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=8406733378631505825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8406733378631505825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8406733378631505825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7202558751094533225</id><published>2011-10-24T03:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T03:47:12.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if, &amp; only if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could tell you how I really felt, the world would be off of my shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could live all my days without the reminders, all my smiles would be real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I didn’t have to worry about the future instead of what is going on today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would probably be able to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7202558751094533225?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7202558751094533225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7202558751094533225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7202558751094533225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7202558751094533225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-only-if.html' title='if, &amp; only if...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-956280229782564262</id><published>2011-09-08T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:24:18.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black is Back with Arthur’s Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arthur Guinness, the man behind the one of the most successful beer brands worldwide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guinness is brewed in almost 50 countries and sells 1.8 billion pints yearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guinness is probably the best damn drink invented for human kind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To honor this great man, we will be celebrating Arthur’s Day this 23rd September!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on and join all of us on this worldwide celebration with Arthur’s Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s going to be the party of the YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEGWnyFRT3A/TmjS2r2Ib0I/AAAAAAAABqI/znu5I1RXibs/s1600/Artist-AD_v3_06092011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEGWnyFRT3A/TmjS2r2Ib0I/AAAAAAAABqI/znu5I1RXibs/s400/Artist-AD_v3_06092011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649997569460825922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAIO CRUZ is performing the night itself, bringing us hits like ‘Break Your Heart’, ‘Dynamite’ &amp;amp; ‘Higher’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0L9iOLqBJw4/TmjS2igQQ8I/AAAAAAAABqA/W175wLKqo9g/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0L9iOLqBJw4/TmjS2igQQ8I/AAAAAAAABqA/W175wLKqo9g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649997566953145282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only are we seeing Taio Cruz performing, they will also be featuring the local music act!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prema Yin, Naked Breed, Rosevelt, Dragon Red, Jin Hackman (ft. CSBTEA) &amp;amp; James Baum will stand a chance to perform on the same stage as Taio Cruz, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Malaysia’s Top 2 favourites will be chosen based on the votes online &amp;amp; on ground at various performance venue!  So vote now for your favourite to open for Arthur’s Day. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttps://www.facebook.com/guinnessmalaysia%E2%80%9D"&gt;Vote HERE now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Details of Arthur’s Day are as below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Date: 23 September 2011 (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Time: 6 pm onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Venue: Speed City KL, Selangor Turf Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/speedcity-kl.jpg%22"&gt;Location&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited to see Taio Cruz perform in front of my eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides, this party is going to be an experience money never buy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be a part of this celebration, win yourself passes from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttps://www.facebook.com/guinnessmalaysia%E2%80%9D"&gt;Guinness Malaysia&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those passes are so exclusive you can only win them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So people, start winning passes &amp;amp; I’ll see all of you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO ARTHUR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-956280229782564262?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/956280229782564262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=956280229782564262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/956280229782564262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/956280229782564262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/09/black-is-back-with-arthurs-day-2011.html' title='Black is Back with Arthur’s Day 2011'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEGWnyFRT3A/TmjS2r2Ib0I/AAAAAAAABqI/znu5I1RXibs/s72-c/Artist-AD_v3_06092011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-2342429973152671669</id><published>2011-09-02T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:47:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell to you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLDK-bK-iTo/Tl_NZSFB95I/AAAAAAAABp4/SHjbZRZWku0/s1600/DSC_0766.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLDK-bK-iTo/Tl_NZSFB95I/AAAAAAAABp4/SHjbZRZWku0/s400/DSC_0766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647458291979253650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while since I actually wrote something like this, I don't remember writing any farewell note for anyone on my blog. Here's to you, Regina Tan, the girl I can always run to whenever there's any shit going on, she'll be the calmest and always trying to assure me things will be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know Pahang is not far from Penang, and it's only an hour ride from KL but the fact that you are leaving away from this island to somewhere else to study, makes me feel like as though we are all growing up, leaving, one by one. That feeling makes me just want to stay young forever. I'm sure you are eager to start your uni life after the 9 months break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember how we met? We used to be good friends in Standard 3 and then this "funny" dream I had of us kinda drifted us apart. Funny how after a year, we end up still being best friends. Fate, I guess. Having you as my (best) friend have always been an accomplishment to me. Twelve years, it's definitely an accomplishment to me, knowing me, I get tired/sick of people/things easily and after 12 damn years we are still as close as ever, I really thank God for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I wrote this on the card but thank you for being the great friend you are, I'm proud to be your friend. Thank you for always standing by me, especially through all the tantrums I've thrown to get things the way I want. Thank you for always making time for me even when you already have plans and fetching me, all the time. Thank you too for driving back my car after the accident, I'm sorry I haven't drove you out after that, I promise I will drive you next time ok? That's my promise to you! Anywhere you want, anytime (after 2012 that is) LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gina, take care there! Don't feel sad or lonely (though it might be unavoidable for the first few days), you have your iPad with you, look at all the funny pictures inside whenever you're down alright? Remember you'll always have us, always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you all the best for the start of your uni life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-2342429973152671669?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/2342429973152671669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=2342429973152671669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2342429973152671669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2342429973152671669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/09/farewell-to-you.html' title='farewell to you ♥'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLDK-bK-iTo/Tl_NZSFB95I/AAAAAAAABp4/SHjbZRZWku0/s72-c/DSC_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6202391551463916890</id><published>2011-08-10T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:50:57.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the worst feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjqikrsZSTU/TkFlHOKuyiI/AAAAAAAABps/rmw5zS7qc84/s1600/b216308858_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjqikrsZSTU/TkFlHOKuyiI/AAAAAAAABps/rmw5zS7qc84/s400/b216308858_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638899383181167138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve always hated being left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whether or not any spoken form of goodbye is uttered, whether or not it’s for the best, whether or not I know the person’s bound to come back soon, being left behind always makes me feel like my heart’s getting wrenched out of my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No matter how many times I’m reassured about how the goodbyes are for my own good, I just can’t stop the tears from coming and I end up wishing I never even met those people to begin with. I curse and I scream, I push the person away then beg that person to stay. I spend each damn day and night trying to keep myself afloat, and trying to drown out that hollow feeling that just makes me feel like crap. Funny how everything that made sense can fall apart with one person’s goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People come and go, that is very much true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should probably be used to it by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I’m not &amp;amp; I probably never will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heck, I know I sound like an emotionally unstable kid right now but this is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7350758287579524958-6202391551463916890?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6202391551463916890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6202391551463916890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6202391551463916890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6202391551463916890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-worst-feeling.html' title='one of the worst feeling'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjqikrsZSTU/TkFlHOKuyiI/AAAAAAAABps/rmw5zS7qc84/s72-c/b216308858_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5706452448125236921</id><published>2011-08-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:47:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fwm-Nt5_B4/Tjlp0wxUmeI/AAAAAAAABpk/wFOnWGJi4mU/s1600/tiffanytan.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fwm-Nt5_B4/Tjlp0wxUmeI/AAAAAAAABpk/wFOnWGJi4mU/s400/tiffanytan.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636652763796773346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1DzytAk45E/TjljQyRh72I/AAAAAAAABpU/YzMNKpix5OM/s1600/DSC_0740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1DzytAk45E/TjljQyRh72I/AAAAAAAABpU/YzMNKpix5OM/s400/DSC_0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636645548655243106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is specially dedicated to you, my closest most annoying and noisy best friend. Funny how we became close, seriously, 11 years down the road and we're still as close (or even closer). We've been through quite a lot, all the dramas and shits, glad we made it through. I was reading back the post I wrote for you 3 years ago, and I laughed, you're STILL annoying me with your whys and what ifs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, thank you for always being there, staying online till late night just to make me feel better, driving all the way to my house though you are kinda road blind and annoying my soul to make me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you! Don't ever forget that &amp;amp; I hope you had a great birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KHsb9GoOEY/TjljQSoXmQI/AAAAAAAABpM/k1LiZj7_7Rw/s1600/DSC_0704.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KHsb9GoOEY/TjljQSoXmQI/AAAAAAAABpM/k1LiZj7_7Rw/s1600/DSC_0704.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KHsb9GoOEY/TjljQSoXmQI/AAAAAAAABpM/k1LiZj7_7Rw/s400/DSC_0704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636645540161100034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be really proud 'cause honestly, I barely do this nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5706452448125236921?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5706452448125236921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5706452448125236921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5706452448125236921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5706452448125236921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday ♥'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fwm-Nt5_B4/Tjlp0wxUmeI/AAAAAAAABpk/wFOnWGJi4mU/s72-c/tiffanytan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-921421965645764606</id><published>2011-07-29T05:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:08:50.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangers, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lying to myself. I give myself false hope and false expectations that never match up to reality. I twist circumstances around in my mind to make them seem better than they actually are. I think too much about the smallest, most insignificant gestures and blow them up like balloons and float around in this euphoric bubble of what could be and what I want to happen, and am always so let down by what I'm left with, an almost, could-be, maybe situation. I think too much into a smile and catching someone's eye from across the room. I think too much into an accidental hand brushing and prolonged eye contact. I tell myself that it can still happen, and I cling to the tiniest litter glimmers of hope, even though I know that there's a little itch I can't scratch that tells me that I'm wrong and that I can't make something out of nothing. I'm living in this fantasy world, where happy endings do exist, and the boy and the girl always do end up together. I'm tricking myself into thinking that we're perfect for each other when in reality, we may as well be strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-921421965645764606?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/921421965645764606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=921421965645764606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/921421965645764606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/921421965645764606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/07/strangers-again.html' title='strangers, again'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-2476064699130139350</id><published>2011-07-26T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:54:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Remember...</title><content type='html'>I am trying to remember&lt;div&gt;Remember what makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have forgotten how to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is making my brain hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not supposed to forget how to feel the best feeling in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are supposed to be able to forget stupid, sad feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going through thousands and millions of memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running them through in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't.... remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-2476064699130139350?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/2476064699130139350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=2476064699130139350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2476064699130139350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2476064699130139350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-remember.html' title='I Can&apos;t Remember...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8098562752466362798</id><published>2011-07-22T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:55:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know what your problem is? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You get attached, fast &amp;amp; once you're attached to someone, you do everything you can to please them and make them happy. It's never been about what you want, it's always everyone's needs before your own. You give out too many chances to people, who quite frankly, do not deserve them. They take advantage of you &amp;amp; you become a pushover. But you're okay with that, because they're in your life and that's all you ever really wanted &amp;amp; even if they screw you over, you'll still be there for them. Because that's you, that's who you are. Once you get attached to someone, they capture your heart and they always have a place there. That is why it's so hard for you to let them go. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; wrote that in the e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am not a &lt;i&gt;pushover&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I do fight for what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/7350758287579524958-8098562752466362798?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/8098562752466362798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=8098562752466362798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8098562752466362798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8098562752466362798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/07/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8892917218426338431</id><published>2011-06-26T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:41:10.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just have to say it once— you just have to hear it. I love you, &lt;s&gt;Elena&lt;/s&gt;... and it's because I love you and... I can't be selfish with you. Why you can't know this— I don't deserve you. &lt;s&gt;But my brother does&lt;/s&gt;... God, I wish you didn't have to forget this... but you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Damon Salvatore in The Vampire Diaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/7350758287579524958-8892917218426338431?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/8892917218426338431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=8892917218426338431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8892917218426338431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8892917218426338431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/06/selfish.html' title='selfish'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8099463100277866063</id><published>2011-06-12T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T02:32:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it’s usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we have chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much they hurt you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because I'm used to it, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You always do it; so routinely like it didn't matter to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It feels like even if I vanish off the Earth, you won't even notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-8099463100277866063?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/8099463100277866063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=8099463100277866063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8099463100277866063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8099463100277866063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/06/close.html' title='Close.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1342146110326363496</id><published>2011-06-07T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:46:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Change is good nor bad, it is neither savage nor wise. It is either constructive or destructive. But without change, we are stuck, rooted and stagnant. We neither take a step forward nor backward. We play life safely, afraid of uncertainties and possibilities. With change comes responsibilities and consequences, it may hurt at first but eventually we will learn, and as we learn, we will grow and as we grow, we will know that this change we chose was right instead of repose. So take a risk, take a chance, make a change &amp;amp; live a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1342146110326363496?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1342146110326363496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1342146110326363496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1342146110326363496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1342146110326363496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-4251452592696474792</id><published>2011-06-04T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:00:06.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe I’m a masochist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need to stop clinging on to this. All I am now doing is clutching at straws and I wish I could just accept this and move on. I really wish you would show me no attention. Each time you do, the word 'maybe' comes back into play and I am sick of torturing myself with the thoughts of possibilities. Never have I been more confused by one person. I don't know how you've managed to gain this control, this control you quite clearly have which I still cannot admit to myself. God knows why I would follow you to the end of this Earth but the forces are all there. I don't even know why you stand out above the rest, why you are the first to be noticed, why your words weigh more than that of any other. All you ever do is make me insecure and aware of my inadequacy. You will ask me why I am afraid and why I hide from you. It is because I am not brave and I know I will always lack the courage I should have. It is because I am so helplessly average in every way, whilst you remain endlessly interesting and I am ugly through and through when you are charming and I am awkward and you are so ceaselessly endearing. And all in all much too good for me. I am so &lt;i&gt;hopelessly boring&lt;/i&gt; that I could never give you the excitement and passion and perfection that you seek. I will let you down in the way I have done every other time because I am fickle and I am weak and indecisive. And it is you that makes me want to be everything that I am not, because you look for something I don't possess. You have always dreamed of something, someone far better than me. When my words bore you, when you ignore me, all I can do is to blame myself for not being &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; enough. I can give myself to others; I have more options than I could ever care for, but this lack of closure means that emotionally I can't do anything because I cannot completely eliminate the possibility of you. I'm sick of your reflective eyes forever staring into mine, tormenting me with their perfection. I'm sick of that captivating smile, there's nothing to beat it. I'm sick of everything I know I can never do and never be. Knowing that the one time I am certain of what I want, it is completely unattainable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-4251452592696474792?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/4251452592696474792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=4251452592696474792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4251452592696474792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4251452592696474792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/06/maybe-im-masochist.html' title='maybe I’m a masochist...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8984942081492722789</id><published>2011-05-17T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T03:27:00.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Who else would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;Calling me at 3 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;Just to tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;You're still there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;The sky's still falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;Tell me what you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;Need to hear this time to make it count&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Walker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-8984942081492722789?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5785359241099812406</id><published>2011-05-14T06:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:45:40.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ends, before it Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="times new roman"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Look at&lt;b&gt; us&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span name="times new roman"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re arguing &amp;amp; we’re not even &lt;/i&gt;together&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re jealous &amp;amp; we can’t even &lt;/i&gt;claim &lt;i&gt;each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re clingy &amp;amp; we’re not even &lt;/i&gt;attached&lt;i&gt; to each other like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re doubtful when it’s still &lt;/i&gt;too soon&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re crying when we really &lt;/i&gt;shouldn’t&lt;i&gt; be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; I have a feeling, we’re about to&lt;/i&gt; end&lt;i&gt;, before we even get a chance to&lt;/i&gt; begin&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7350758287579524958-5785359241099812406?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5785359241099812406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5785359241099812406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5785359241099812406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5785359241099812406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-ends-before-it-begins.html' title='It Ends, before it Begins'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3655518362837738531</id><published>2011-05-12T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T02:26:12.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was I the only one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was I the only one who fell in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There never really was the two of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe my all just wasn't good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was I the only one, only one in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I walk down the hall I see the place on the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the picture of us used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fight back these tears 'cause I still feel you here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How could you walk out so easily? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3655518362837738531?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3655518362837738531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3655518362837738531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3655518362837738531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3655518362837738531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/05/was-i-only-one.html' title='was I the only one?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6212222054354225616</id><published>2011-04-23T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T04:20:59.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you last seen them or the amount of time you’ve talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s about that very moment when you find yourself doing something &amp;amp; wishing they were right there by your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkET5o_YwxU/TbHgXBY0GCI/AAAAAAAABn8/OiPnovUv9kM/s1600/baby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkET5o_YwxU/TbHgXBY0GCI/AAAAAAAABn8/OiPnovUv9kM/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598502497912363042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here I am, lying on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Thinking of you, hoping you're doing fine there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Missing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Wishing you were right here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6212222054354225616?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6212222054354225616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6212222054354225616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6212222054354225616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6212222054354225616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/04/missing-you.html' title='missing you'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkET5o_YwxU/TbHgXBY0GCI/AAAAAAAABn8/OiPnovUv9kM/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-924883341227991082</id><published>2011-04-23T03:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T04:00:21.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of the history</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu98WgFy0zo/TbHcSZUog_I/AAAAAAAABn0/HueAv3NboQA/s1600/youandme.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu98WgFy0zo/TbHcSZUog_I/AAAAAAAABn0/HueAv3NboQA/s400/youandme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598498020391420914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once in my past, I remember holding a hand so tight thinking that it would be mine for the rest of my life. I gave my whole heart and built my future around him, and solely on what he wants. He's the reason of all my actions. One day, I had to let him go, I had to let go of his hand. Let everything I built go, leaving the future so vague. I want to hold on so bad but things went downhill. We went separate ways, I wished him the best. Hoping someone would give him the best that I failed to give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-924883341227991082?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/924883341227991082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=924883341227991082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/924883341227991082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/924883341227991082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/04/pieces-of-history.html' title='pieces of the history'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu98WgFy0zo/TbHcSZUog_I/AAAAAAAABn0/HueAv3NboQA/s72-c/youandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1976156467373651015</id><published>2011-04-21T03:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T04:54:17.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>future travel list part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just had a really random thought of creating my own future travel list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I never had an official travel list before as I didn't really have any specific place I want to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, the urge is back and I can't wait to list down a few places I'll really love to visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Greece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12jmNvBjyLk/Ta8_E3uc4OI/AAAAAAAABnM/kEDMBK1Nw5A/s1600/Mykonosharbour.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12jmNvBjyLk/Ta8_E3uc4OI/AAAAAAAABnM/kEDMBK1Nw5A/s400/Mykonosharbour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597762214755623138" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Mykonos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKxsRmqb6B8/Ta8_EcViuLI/AAAAAAAABnE/oRH02GBKJ0o/s1600/Sunset-on-the-Island-of-Santorini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKxsRmqb6B8/Ta8_EcViuLI/AAAAAAAABnE/oRH02GBKJ0o/s400/Sunset-on-the-Island-of-Santorini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597762207403391154" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Santorini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Both the islands of Santorini and Mykonos is a must see in Greece. Santorini is one of the most romantic island in Greece, it was formed by a volcano eruption in the 1500 BC. Mykonos offers the best nightlife in Greece and their golden sandy beaches are to die for &amp;lt;3 I really like the white houses too. It's so prettyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Italy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HUgtMOPbK-c/Ta9DIx3x3fI/AAAAAAAABns/soZF70zuYeI/s1600/venice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HUgtMOPbK-c/Ta9DIx3x3fI/AAAAAAAABns/soZF70zuYeI/s400/venice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597766679950122482" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Venice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdAX-O2LKSY/Ta9DITAPNwI/AAAAAAAABnk/B79hKklPQVM/s1600/rome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdAX-O2LKSY/Ta9DITAPNwI/AAAAAAAABnk/B79hKklPQVM/s400/rome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597766671664101122" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Rome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmDF_1_NyC0/Ta9DINQdKuI/AAAAAAAABnc/0HVtlXTc0wM/s1600/milan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmDF_1_NyC0/Ta9DINQdKuI/AAAAAAAABnc/0HVtlXTc0wM/s400/milan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597766670121511650" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Milan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USIcyijG0FQ/Ta9DHkiwY1I/AAAAAAAABnU/0cTawXH0EjI/s1600/florence.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USIcyijG0FQ/Ta9DHkiwY1I/AAAAAAAABnU/0cTawXH0EjI/s400/florence.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597766659192415058" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Florence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Italy is definitely a must visit for me, Rome especially, Vatican City &lt;b&gt;ftw&lt;/b&gt;! Overdose of Angels&amp;amp;Demons. There's Venice, I will want to go there with my significant other in the future! Milan is the city of fashion, so you know &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. The city of Florence is the birthplace of Italian Renaissance, being able to see the real city is definitely an honor. Italy have amazing cities and I can't wait to step foot in them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will love to continue posting, but its 4.50am and I'm getting too lazy to find pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guess I'll just have to continue next time ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't worry, it won't be long from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1976156467373651015?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1976156467373651015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1976156467373651015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1976156467373651015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1976156467373651015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/04/future-travel-list-part-1.html' title='future travel list part 1'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12jmNvBjyLk/Ta8_E3uc4OI/AAAAAAAABnM/kEDMBK1Nw5A/s72-c/Mykonosharbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6518213143434176640</id><published>2011-03-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:51:52.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easily gone;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am incredibly awkward and negative. I get attached easily, and I hold on for too long. I don't like opening up to people. Any 5 years old children can express their feelings better than me. I'm terrified of being hurt. I tend to act older than I am. I'm probably one of the most difficult people you will ever meet. But I can be sweet, I'm a great listener. I'll guard your secrets with my life if I have to. I will never judge you based on your mistakes &amp;amp; I'll love you as much as I can. I can be, if you let me, one of the best things in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6518213143434176640?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6518213143434176640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6518213143434176640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6518213143434176640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6518213143434176640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/03/easily-gone.html' title='easily gone;'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7620477747559053531</id><published>2011-02-26T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:01:04.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fighter ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the carefree laughs go? Now there's nothing but &lt;s&gt;anger and&lt;/s&gt; bitterness in our friendship. And right now, I'm the glue that's holding us together. You have no trouble letting us go, letting our friendship go. But I believe if someone is important enough to impact and change your life, then they are worth fighting for. But I'm fighting alone. You're ready, I'm not. And sooner or later, I will have to stop and let go. Will you miss me? Will you ever realize what you've lost? Or am I truly just another person in your life that comes and goes? Am I truly not important enough to keep in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7620477747559053531?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7620477747559053531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7620477747559053531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7620477747559053531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7620477747559053531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/02/fighter.html' title='fighter ?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7372885968099936771</id><published>2011-02-18T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:53:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is on my mind?</title><content type='html'>I’m fucking tired. I’m tired of caring for people who don’t give a shit about me. I’m tired of waiting for a text that’s never going to come. I’m tired of thinking things will be different, yet they never change. I’m tired of giving out chances only to be let down. I’m tired of putting forth 100% of an effort and only getting 25% in return. I’m tired of broken promises. I’m tired of let downs by people who matter most to me. I’m tired of making someone a priority, when in reality I’m just a number to them. I’m tired of shitty friend who are never there for me. I’m tired of self centered assholes, who only manipulate a situation from their own perspective, never even thinking about what someone is going through. I’m so tired of the same old bullshit over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7372885968099936771?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7372885968099936771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7372885968099936771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7372885968099936771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7372885968099936771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-on-my-mind.html' title='what is on my mind?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6876664643777603296</id><published>2011-01-24T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T04:24:16.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t know what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How we all became so fragile, so incredibly breakable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t know why my tears can fall so easily - yet every single one feels like I’m failing at this facade of being happy, ‘fine’, and alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t understand how missing someone can quietly kill you &amp;amp; how an &lt;s&gt;unrequited love&lt;/s&gt;, just robs you of this sense of hope we all should have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t comprehend how everyone thinks I’m so strong, and brave, when all I feel is weak and scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t know when this happened, when life became like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because looking back - it’s always been this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The words between us were silenced weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it strange how that happens? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can really care about someone unconditionally, put all of yourself into a friendship that leaves you bruised and raw, yet you persisted and stay for a long time until one day, it is gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't last forever and we won’t ever stumble into one another again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we gave an undeniable effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A painstaking lesson in what it means to give someone everything and expect nothing in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6876664643777603296?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6876664643777603296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6876664643777603296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6876664643777603296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6876664643777603296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/breakaway.html' title='breakaway'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8346109285050867466</id><published>2011-01-05T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T04:15:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vulnerable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate being so fragile. I hate taking everything so personally. I hate that the littlest things get to me more than things that should actually matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The truth is that I’m still a lost soul waiting to be found. But even when I am found, I’ll never truly be found because I don’t think I’ll ever even know who I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-8346109285050867466?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/8346109285050867466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=8346109285050867466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8346109285050867466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8346109285050867466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/01/vulnerable.html' title='vulnerable'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5106022607955714487</id><published>2011-01-02T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:11:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I find it hard to believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s the scary to realize just how much someone means to you. When it hits you, I mean&lt;i&gt; really &lt;/i&gt;hits you, all these thoughts and questions rush through your head at once. A sad emotion even starts to creep on you slowly inch by inch as you start to wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if for some reason things don’t work out? How is it possible for you to live without them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone that was once a stranger now is the only person you know like the back of your hand. Someone you once had no emotions for, now has the power to break your heart. Someone you never used to hang out with, now owns most of your time. Someone you never thought you’d love, now owns your entire heart. Someone you once lived without, you now wish to hold onto &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&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/7350758287579524958-5106022607955714487?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5106022607955714487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5106022607955714487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5106022607955714487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5106022607955714487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-find-it-hard-to-believe.html' title='I find it hard to believe'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-241811949547520726</id><published>2010-12-30T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:42:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>To everyone who reads this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that you are beautiful. You really are. Don’t let anyone tell you or make you feel otherwise. You are worth everything. I know that sometimes you may feel alone and as if your whole world is falling apart, but just believe. Have faith that everything is going to be okay. Remember that there is a solution to everything. I have faith in you. &lt;i&gt;I really do&lt;/i&gt;. You can be anyone you want to be and accomplish your biggest goals if you try hard enough. Lastly, please don’t forget to smile more often. Happy people are the prettiest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - always remember that you are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-241811949547520726?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/241811949547520726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=241811949547520726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/241811949547520726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/241811949547520726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/12/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8571247896298120007</id><published>2010-12-27T05:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T05:25:38.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you know? Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I constantly wonder how my life looks in other people’s eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do they think I have it easy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do they think I have nothing going on for myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or are they fascinated with who I am? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is that no one will ever know my whole story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one will ever know the things I’ve had to overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even my closest friends, not even my own family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is that people are so quick to judge nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You only see a person from what they want and allow you to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always try to look as put together as I can, and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s just that, the way everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I never go through anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand that’s recently become very delicate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The truth is that no one really knows me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one will&lt;i&gt; ever &lt;/i&gt;know me, and sometimes that scares me, because no one will ever know why I am the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-8571247896298120007?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/8571247896298120007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=8571247896298120007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8571247896298120007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8571247896298120007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-know-nothing.html' title='what do you know? Nothing.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-4725774782000223025</id><published>2010-12-24T04:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T04:16:30.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those nights; imy ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It is late nights like this that are the worst. You stay up all night, and can’t get yourself to fall asleep, so all you can do is think, think about &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;. Everything that you have been through in your life and as always, it’s mostly the bad things that stand out the most. You reminisce the good times you've had with people that no longer exist in your life. You think about how much happier you used to be and how everything was better before. It is nights like this when you realize just how lonely you are, and how you wish that things would be alright for once.&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/7350758287579524958-4725774782000223025?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/4725774782000223025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=4725774782000223025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4725774782000223025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4725774782000223025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-those-nights-imy.html' title='One of those nights; imy ♥'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7744500006036253160</id><published>2010-12-22T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T01:49:16.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken till nothing's left; vanished.</title><content type='html'>Half the people you know are broken. Not all in the same way, but in their own unique way. They wake up and feel some sort of pain too. But some people don’t feel the pain, some block it out, cover it up until they no longer can distinguish it’s there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that feeling. The feeling when you’re sad but you have no idea why. You just are. And in your mind, you’re thinking of all the bad things in your life and apply it to your emotions, making you even more sad. Then people ask you what’s wrong and you have nothing to say. You end up sitting there, quiet, while it seems as if everyone, but you, is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7744500006036253160?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7744500006036253160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7744500006036253160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7744500006036253160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7744500006036253160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/12/broken-till-nothings-left-vanished.html' title='broken till nothing&apos;s left; vanished.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1031345207073218351</id><published>2010-12-11T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:54:59.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TQNI6g2jXaI/AAAAAAAABmo/rpstHoQYAp4/s1600/Love_by_yavorancho.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TQNI6g2jXaI/AAAAAAAABmo/rpstHoQYAp4/s400/Love_by_yavorancho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549359335938940322" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Have you ever met THE person? That one person that you’d do anything for just to make them smile. Time is never wasted as long as when you’re with that person. That one who’s company you enjoy more than others. Just the thought of that one person brings a smile to your face. Even just the sight of them makes your day that much better. They do so much more, that just makes your heart beat a little bit faster, and makes your stomach have that many more butterflies. Overall, you can say &lt;b&gt;you are &lt;i&gt;in love&lt;/i&gt; with them&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;You love that person with all your heart&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But what’s the problem? &lt;b&gt;You don’t want to risk your friendship&lt;/b&gt;. As much as you’d love to take your relationship with him/her to the next level, you’re scared to. Why? Because &lt;b&gt;what if that person doesn’t feel the same way as you? &lt;/b&gt;That would ruin the friendship, and you’d lose that one person you loved the most. Your heart is practically gone if that were to happen. You love the person too much to let your own feelings get in the way of the friendship. &lt;b&gt;You’d rather suffer the pain of not taking the risk rather than losing him/her for good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Time passes by and you see that person love someone else. Hurts, a lot. &lt;b&gt;You lost your chance with that one person you get to be with.&lt;/b&gt; Sure, your still friends with them, but was all that pain worth what you’re going through now? &lt;b&gt;Seeing someone you love, love someone else?&lt;/b&gt; Was all that time, making sure that you’ll be friends no matter what, worth not taking that risk and making each other as happy as can be? Was not taking that risk worth it? You thought that only being “stuck” as his/her friend, would the only way you could have him/her forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But all that doesn’t matter now, does it? You love him/her so much, that you’d do anything just to see him/her happy. &lt;b&gt;You’re going to let your feelings suffer (once again) just to know that he/she will be happy. &lt;/b&gt;It doesn’t matter anymore that they’re with someone else, you just care for his/her well-being. It hurts so much knowing that you’ve “lost” him/her just because you were too scared to take that chance. Because those stupid “What if”s held you back. Now you’re stuck with the “What if”s of doing it differently like telling that person your feelings. What if you did? What if you were the reason for the smile on his/her face? What if you were the reason that he/she woke up to you every morning? The last thought on his/her mind before going to bed? &lt;b&gt;What if you’re the reason for their happiness?&lt;/b&gt; Now these questions haunt you if you did take that risk. &lt;b&gt;But it doesn’t matter anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1031345207073218351?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1031345207073218351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1031345207073218351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1031345207073218351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1031345207073218351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/12/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TQNI6g2jXaI/AAAAAAAABmo/rpstHoQYAp4/s72-c/Love_by_yavorancho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6677771426545306406</id><published>2010-11-27T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:14:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This isn't for anybody in particular. Just, whoever is reading this. If you don't feel loved, or if you've been having a rough time with things and you're ready to give up, or if you just feel like shit for no reason right now, or if your "friends" are treating you like shit, know that there is someone out there who is thinking about you and wants you to be okay. Even if all you want to do is give up, or crawl into your bed with the covers pulled over yourself and cry, remember that you aren't alone. Even if you feel like you are, you aren't. Know that if I could be there with you, I would, and I would hug you and tell you that it was going to be okay until you believe it. Because no matter how far-fetched it seems, you will be okay and I hope you chose to stick around long enough for you to see that it is the truth. Remember that I am just a call or text away and it doesn't matter how late/early it is, I would gladly stay up talking to you until you feel calm enough to sleep. I will always be here and that is not an empty promise. I am never going to leave. People suck a lot and they don't give a damn about anyone but themselves and they might just get up and leave one day, but I'm not going to. I will always, always be here. And you will get through tonight and all of the other shitty nights to come, because everybody has them. But never forget that someone will always love you. No matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I should say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6677771426545306406?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6677771426545306406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6677771426545306406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6677771426545306406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6677771426545306406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5805674762509258632</id><published>2010-11-24T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:30:43.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOUT AWARDS 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - 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Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img543.imageshack.us/i/14959216654112337999314.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/6114/14959216654112337999314.jpg" width="450" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Shout Awards 2010 was held at Putra Indoor Stadium, Bukit Jalil last Saturday. It is a TV special award ceremony event dedicated to give recognition to those who have made great impact and creative breakthrough in Malaysian music, film, TV and radio industry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year's big winner is YUNA!! &amp;amp; anyway here's the list of winners for Shout Award 2010! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Rockstar Award    :    Bunkface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favourite TV Personality Award    :    Zizan Raja Lawak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakthrough Local Feature Award    :    Lagenda Budak Setan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Popstar Award    :    Yuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Power Vocal Award    :    Faizal Tahir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fresh TV Series Award    :    Nur Kasih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favourite TV Program Award    :    Showdown 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music Video Award    :    Bunkface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flava Award    :    Mizz Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Guy Award    :    Henry Golding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Chick Award    :    Scha Al-Yahya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coolest Radio Announcer Award    :    Phat Fabes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favourite Radio Show Award    :    Hot FM AM Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best On-Screen Chemistry Award    :    Afdlin Shauki and Liyana Jasmay (Papadom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mobile Artiste of The Year Award    :    Sixth Sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break Out Award    :    Yuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ultimate ShoutAward    :    Yuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zomg, yes, HENRY GOLDING won the HOT GUY AWARD *droolssss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Mizz Nina bagged the FLAVA AWARD this year! awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU CELCOM XPAX &amp;amp; SIRENS MEDIA FOR THIS AMAZING EVENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5805674762509258632?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5805674762509258632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5805674762509258632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5805674762509258632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5805674762509258632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/shout-awards-2010.html' title='SHOUT AWARDS 2010'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3879374356499016139</id><published>2010-11-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:11:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always have been ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t know what happened. How we all became so fragile, so incredibly breakable. I don’t know why my tears can fall so easily - yet every single one feels like I’m failing at this facade of being happy, ‘fine’, and alive. I don’t understand how missing someone can quietly kill you &amp;amp; how an unrequited love, just robs you of this sense of hope we all should have. I can’t comprehend how everyone thinks I’m so strong, and brave, when all I feel is weak and scared. I don’t know when this happened, when life became like this. Because looking back - it’s always been this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3879374356499016139?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3879374356499016139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3879374356499016139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3879374356499016139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3879374356499016139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/always-have-been.html' title='always have been ♥'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-2488562296662861756</id><published>2010-11-17T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:44:44.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Property Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have written about Propwall before in my blog months ago as I was searching for a place to stay when I first moved to KL but Propwall only covered Malaysia. For those who plans to move to Singapore or for those who is already in Singapore, there’s a new website for you people! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.propwall.sg/"&gt;Singapore Property&lt;/a&gt; in Singapore Propwall for better coverage on the &lt;a href="http://www.propwall.sg/"&gt;Singapore Property&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This site has more than 100 &lt;a href="http://www.propwall.sg/"&gt;Singapore Property&lt;/a&gt; Analysis and more than 1000 pictures of the property as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOM8uT-qNzI/AAAAAAAABmE/sUqVAEQ6wFU/s1600/propwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOM8uT-qNzI/AAAAAAAABmE/sUqVAEQ6wFU/s1600/propwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOM8uT-qNzI/AAAAAAAABmE/sUqVAEQ6wFU/s400/propwall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540338732930578226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The homepage of &lt;a href="http://www.propwall.sg/"&gt;Singapore Property&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once you reach the homepage, you will be greeted with all the beautiful property images with their names and links to a more thorough page. Besides, just like the Malaysia Propwall there will be a list of Top 20 Properties on the bottom left of the page. You can click on the links to get further details of the Top 20 Properties in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Propwall Singapore, all you need to do is just type the name of your favoured property or if you’re not sure which property you want, you can browse through all the properties they have in store. You can start search based on the locations you want to, it is as simple as that! Once you found the property of your choice, all you need to do is just fill in your name, e-mail and contact number on the box on the bottom of the page so the agent can easily contact you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easy right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faster, visit &lt;a href="http://www.propwall.sg/"&gt;Singapore Property&lt;/a&gt; website to find the property of your dreams! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-2488562296662861756?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/2488562296662861756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=2488562296662861756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2488562296662861756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2488562296662861756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/singapore-property-website.html' title='Singapore Property Website'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOM8uT-qNzI/AAAAAAAABmE/sUqVAEQ6wFU/s72-c/propwall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5192801248355142696</id><published>2010-11-17T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:32:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celcom XPLAY Shout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you remember the &lt;a href="http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/passion-to-party-music-xplay.html"&gt;XPLAY SHOUT&lt;/a&gt; post I posted weeks ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYFFzP3AI/AAAAAAAABlU/DWPq24W_xFg/s1600/celcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYFFzP3AI/AAAAAAAABlU/DWPq24W_xFg/s400/celcom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540228073587203074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xplay Shout! is a pre-show party for the Shout! Awards, it was held at The Library at e@Curve last Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYFUhlKUI/AAAAAAAABlc/DgNlWJNJqi8/s1600/crowd%2Boutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYFUhlKUI/AAAAAAAABlc/DgNlWJNJqi8/s400/crowd%2Boutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540228077539633474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the amount of people lining up to get in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYHdtb0OI/AAAAAAAABls/SliPz_86Pbw/s1600/freeflow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYHdtb0OI/AAAAAAAABls/SliPz_86Pbw/s400/freeflow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540228114365010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup it was free flow all night long too! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYGpqhUwI/AAAAAAAABlk/zQGogR4JwzY/s1600/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYGpqhUwI/AAAAAAAABlk/zQGogR4JwzY/s400/crowd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540228100394144514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the place was totally full house and packed. Everyone was enjoying the performances by Hujan, Disagree, DJ Ash and finally......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYH9w5i1I/AAAAAAAABl0/1lYfUvZAg7Y/s1600/mizznina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYH9w5i1I/AAAAAAAABl0/1lYfUvZAg7Y/s400/mizznina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540228122969475922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MIZZ NINA leading the crowd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLY0qmp-kI/AAAAAAAABl8/4LHRRvolNJQ/s1600/winner%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLY0qmp-kI/AAAAAAAABl8/4LHRRvolNJQ/s400/winner%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbattle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540228890920352322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the winner of the Battle of the Bands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conclusion, this was one hell of a great party by Celcom XPAX!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you all in the Shout! Awards this Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5192801248355142696?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5192801248355142696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5192801248355142696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5192801248355142696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5192801248355142696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/celcom-xplay-shout.html' title='Celcom XPLAY Shout!'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TOLYFFzP3AI/AAAAAAAABlU/DWPq24W_xFg/s72-c/celcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-60595403299849738</id><published>2010-11-14T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:15:53.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SUPPORT [TCMAINE]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TN_ERlhqaeI/AAAAAAAABlM/PoQYLvc8V9E/s1600/5172187332_3652587465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TN_ERlhqaeI/AAAAAAAABlM/PoQYLvc8V9E/s400/5172187332_3652587465.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539361873099123170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I SUPPORT &lt;b&gt;[TCMAINE]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smashpop.net"&gt;smashpop.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-60595403299849738?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/60595403299849738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=60595403299849738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/60595403299849738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/60595403299849738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-support-tcmaine.html' title='I SUPPORT [TCMAINE]'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TN_ERlhqaeI/AAAAAAAABlM/PoQYLvc8V9E/s72-c/5172187332_3652587465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6059478960302347445</id><published>2010-11-03T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:18:23.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is what it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TNEoYBPQNRI/AAAAAAAABkk/25snMpJ1fYM/s1600/tumblr_laz8idKmeb1qb0kqno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TNEoYBPQNRI/AAAAAAAABkk/25snMpJ1fYM/s400/tumblr_laz8idKmeb1qb0kqno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535249810129433874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too long we've been denying &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now we're both tired of trying &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We hit a wall and we can't get over it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing to relive &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's water under the bridge &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You said it, I get it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess it is what it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6059478960302347445?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6059478960302347445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6059478960302347445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6059478960302347445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6059478960302347445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='it is what it is'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TNEoYBPQNRI/AAAAAAAABkk/25snMpJ1fYM/s72-c/tumblr_laz8idKmeb1qb0kqno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3428994521955924084</id><published>2010-10-31T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:52:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday we'll know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TM0fp0ZgqZI/AAAAAAAABkc/_mETI7dAA1M/s1600/b217121892.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TM0fp0ZgqZI/AAAAAAAABkc/_mETI7dAA1M/s400/b217121892.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534114320408947090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda miss the bond we shared. I mean, who wouldn't miss that comfortable feeling with a person. Where we could talk for hours about everything, anything and not have a problem with the silence in the middle. Can't forget all the ridiculous stuff we did. Stupid or not, everything was just so fun. Endless nights, real talks, the "remember whens" I remember it all. And it's funny what life does, how it could just give you things and take it away so soon. I really can't get it to my head that you grow distant from people and that good things come to an end sooner or later. But along the way I learned one thing about life; it goes on, you just gotta pick yourself up and learn to keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3428994521955924084?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3428994521955924084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3428994521955924084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3428994521955924084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3428994521955924084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/someday-well-know.html' title='someday we&apos;ll know...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TM0fp0ZgqZI/AAAAAAAABkc/_mETI7dAA1M/s72-c/b217121892.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3471590408451072912</id><published>2010-10-24T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:27:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't know how it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don’t know how you’re affecting my life. We don’t even have to be in a relationship for you to hurt me like this. I am trying to stay away from you, I am trying to repress my feelings for you. But I can’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3471590408451072912?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3471590408451072912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3471590408451072912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3471590408451072912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3471590408451072912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-dont-know-how-it-hurts.html' title='you don&apos;t know how it hurts'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7154438423906870966</id><published>2010-10-22T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:57:42.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion to PARTY + MUSIC = XPLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMECADtu4tI/AAAAAAAABjc/hTnUuuzqza8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMECADtu4tI/AAAAAAAABjc/hTnUuuzqza8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530704017408058066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMECANssu0I/AAAAAAAABjk/0KmFPmC5HtY/s320/2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 126px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530704020088077122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XPLAY bring you the parties like never before, with the beyond-imagination line-ups and awesome music to leave you the best and most memorable nights you will ever have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMECAe3aEmI/AAAAAAAABjs/M9axSEw7Rp4/s320/3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 197px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530704024696394338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The SHOUT! Awards is brought to you by CELCOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is an entertainment award show to recognizes people in the Malaysia entertainment industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides there will be a pre-show party, XPLAY SHOUT! Happening at The Library e@curve on 13 November!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you excited yet? Yes? No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMECAgKMuPI/AAAAAAAABj0/eDLa4xM4Bq4/s320/disagree.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530704025043646706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DISAGREE will be there! Not only them, there will also be local acts like HUJAN, MIZZ NINA &amp;amp; DJ ASH !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMECA77enyI/AAAAAAAABj8/P6MdmtxCUik/s320/hujan.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530704032498097954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXgrO9CI/AAAAAAAABkU/o-xK2717FqI/s1600/mizznina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXgrO9CI/AAAAAAAABkU/o-xK2717FqI/s320/mizznina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530899033877312546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXaQx4zI/AAAAAAAABkM/Om_-PLqckJA/s1600/dj+ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXaQx4zI/AAAAAAAABkM/Om_-PLqckJA/s320/dj+ash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530899032155743026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So…. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get your free invitation now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, LIKE the Xpax Facebook in www.facebook.com/xpaxfb and click on the “XPLAY” tab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, register for a FREE invitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is that easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First 150 customers to register on XPAX Facebook will get Free Drinks as well! 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Awards on 20 November 2010!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXPsg-eI/AAAAAAAABkE/aVony9QzMWg/s1600/shout.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXPsg-eI/AAAAAAAABkE/aVony9QzMWg/s1600/shout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXPsg-eI/AAAAAAAABkE/aVony9QzMWg/s320/shout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530899029319285218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMGzXPsg-eI/AAAAAAAABkE/aVony9QzMWg/s1600/shout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7154438423906870966?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7154438423906870966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7154438423906870966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7154438423906870966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7154438423906870966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/passion-to-party-music-xplay.html' title='Passion to PARTY + MUSIC = XPLAY'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TMECADtu4tI/AAAAAAAABjc/hTnUuuzqza8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5936844438977917228</id><published>2010-10-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:45:00.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that feeling? When you're just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you're tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. But no one's going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you're tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won't be. But you're still hoping. And you're still wishing. And you're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You're fighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at one point, you really just wished you can stop fighting and let it all go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let it wash away all the pain and doubtfulness of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry that I always have this fear that one day you are going to discover that I am not as great as you once thought I was &amp;amp; you will leave me, so I always do my best to impress you to end up making a fool out of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a little is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5936844438977917228?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5936844438977917228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5936844438977917228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5936844438977917228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5936844438977917228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-feeling.html' title='Just A Feeling'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-729309815453773787</id><published>2010-10-13T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:39:59.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness prevails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there comes a point when you tell people your problem and all they do is just nod and pretend to care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much for having good friends &lt;i&gt;(that don't care)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know one day I'll read this and laugh at how stupid I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to believe anyone in this world will actually care about what I say or do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have the slightest hope that people are nice. &lt;i&gt;(maybe they are, just not to me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have friends that &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats why &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats why &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; honestly, it doesn't hurt anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too chicken to walk away from everything.... &lt;i&gt;just yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;call me self-pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm over that phase that I actually cares about what people think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll only push me further to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#emopost2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-729309815453773787?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/729309815453773787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=729309815453773787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/729309815453773787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/729309815453773787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/darkness-prevails.html' title='darkness prevails'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-2329798848254598453</id><published>2010-10-11T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:07:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statements</title><content type='html'>I realized that even though I am surrounded by people who love me, I still feel alone. Unneeded, unwanted, and really confused. I also hate a lot of things that I should probably appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over think every single thing. I end up making myself miserable thinking into things. I have gained this terrible habit of not believing what people say to me. I also worry that I'm being lied to and that all the good things are in my head. I'm sorry, I don't mean to. I think I just need to learn how to trust people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to shy away from what I really want. I dissect it, see how it works. What it will do to me, for me, against me, and I hate it. I mean, I can’t stop. This is why I’m not happy. I try to avoid pain, pretending I’m saving myself when, in reality, it only hurts more. I act as though I’m saving myself in some sick way. I’m too afraid to stop, though. I think that if I can’t control anything, I won’t make it out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know how I feel, or what is going on inside my head, every second of everyday. I wish you could see how much it all hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you. I know what it's like to wait for everyone to be asleep so you can just fall apart, for everything to hurt so bad you're ready to let it all end. Trust me. I know exactly how it feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-2329798848254598453?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/2329798848254598453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=2329798848254598453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2329798848254598453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2329798848254598453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/statements.html' title='Statements'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1783833189824327547</id><published>2010-10-08T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:22:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the light goes off</title><content type='html'>No, I’m not suicidal, really. I just want to feel the adrenaline rush, all my life I have been trying to do things to get me killed and also get my heart pumping fast, I want to cross the highway with my eyes closed, I want to go skydiving even with a height phobia, I want to drive more than 160km/h on a busy road (not that I haven’t). But now, with all this little petty issue, it’s really pushing me to the edge. I would like to dive into the apartment swimming pool from the 19th floor just to see if I will survive, even knowing almost impossible for the human race in this world to survive the fall/dive. Honestly, I am not suicidal. I’m not killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death; scares me, but one day I’m afraid I’d overcome this fear because this is not the first time anymore. As the clock is ticking, there are even more thoughts flooding over my mind, like it has a mind of its own, telling myself to walk away from everything. What scares me is just that one day, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just might...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not suicidal, I’m just a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1783833189824327547?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1783833189824327547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1783833189824327547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1783833189824327547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1783833189824327547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-light-goes-off.html' title='when the light goes off'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5371326966377945172</id><published>2010-10-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:00:01.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to update my blog. Today, I decided to write something to remind myself. I am scared I will forget, everything, I am scared I will mix what’s real and what’s not up. I am afraid I cannot differentiate between what’s right and wrong anymore, or worst, what I really feel because I think I’m slowly forgetting how it feels like to feel, real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy, about anything. I didn’t regret coming to where I am right now. I am just not happy with myself. I am angry at myself for all the things I did and didn’t do. I blame myself for being so weak, so easy to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could take everything in and still be strong because this time, I’m done pretending everything’s alright, no matter how much I assure myself things will be fine, and that everything will be okay because it is not okay. I am not doing well, I am screwing everything up and I am letting people down.  I am not okay, I want to be okay. I still want to believe that there’s still a slightest hope in life. I want to not be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because there are no expectations does not mean there’s no stress.&lt;br /&gt;It’s even worst to know they’ve already let you go, totally forgetting your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just at one of the lowest point in life, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hate being alone. It makes me think of all the possible negativity in life, even death.&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/7350758287579524958-5371326966377945172?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5371326966377945172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5371326966377945172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5371326966377945172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5371326966377945172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/10/updated.html' title='Updated.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1757650161566929044</id><published>2010-09-16T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:55:35.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boy, you really changed my life ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re really close. People asked me “Would you ever like him?”, but I lie and tell them I would never like you. Once my friend asked me if I was thinking about you and I said no, but I was. I hope you were thinking about me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I seem a bit hypocritical right now, but you don’t understand, I’m so happy with him, and I want to spend my time with him. Sometimes I don’t even realize it, but I’m sorry, I don’t mean it that way. I just can’t help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hate you. I’m just tired of all the constant pain, second guessing and confusion that I’ve had for months on end. I distanced myself from the causes, I’m sorry that it had to be you. But, I did it for my own good. I would do anything, anything at all to make this better. But I’m breaking, and I need to change something. I still love you, no matter what like I promised. I would never hate you. I could never hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1757650161566929044?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1757650161566929044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1757650161566929044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1757650161566929044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1757650161566929044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/09/boy-you-really-changed-my-life.html' title='boy, you really changed my life ;)'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1603751508173616009</id><published>2010-09-12T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:56:10.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I just wanna be impulsive enough to get on a plane/bus and vanish off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to a certain place, no one knows me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not leaving any notes or message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not for the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just to get away from everything here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they always seem to be able to fuck your life upside down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they call it unintentional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call it their fucking nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not insulting but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when they're too good. We complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when they're too bad. We complain too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit maybe we, ladies, are hard to please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But men are the same no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't we have some equilibrium in them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why no optimal attitude men?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHY!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe I'm generalizing all men right now but just let me rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been ranting a lot in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get lost if you can't stand it. I am PMSing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I want to go back, you call me dependent on my family and complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I decide to stay, you pretend I'm non-existent and shove me right to one corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I go out with new friends, you think I treat you as a rebound boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I ask you out, you are never free for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I don't, you think I'm good enough to fly on my own &amp;amp; start teasing me bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF IS IT THAT YOU REALLY WANT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCKING TELL ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am never fighting back cause I thought men are always like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes, I just need you to initiate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you to make me feel like I'm something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if it's just a very small part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least make me feel wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be harsh on words but if right now, you're going to ask me if I'm free for you, I will always be there, never once have I said no to you. Never once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be pissed but the very next day, I will still be here for you when you need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just a call away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;done ranting.&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/7350758287579524958-1603751508173616009?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1603751508173616009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1603751508173616009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1603751508173616009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1603751508173616009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6158001494259645144</id><published>2010-09-10T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:00:53.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things lovers should know.</title><content type='html'>I am, in no way, admitting to dexterity and wisdom in relationships since I’ve had my fair share of retributions, jealousy over other girls and irrational outbursts. This list is based solely on what I think and according to what I observe in my present relationship and in others as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take the bad and make it good. If it rains on a perfectly planned date, take off your stilettos and rubber shoes and get drenched. But if you’re too adamant to get too intimate with a harmless drizzles share an umbrella or a jacket and try avoiding puddles. If you’re out of money and out of luck in a once in a lifetime event, snuggle with your partner in a couch and go on movie marathons instead. Not only were you able to enjoy the supposedly ugly conditions, you were also able to weather together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be spontaneous. Show up at your special someone’s school/workplace without letting him/her know. Thrust a single-stemmed flower in front of him/her or treat him/her to dinner just because. There’s no need for a reason to surprise your loved one. Just don’t overdo it. Surprises tend to be routinary when done almost everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When angry, sleep on it. Skip the cliche of never going to bed angry. It’s utterly and despicably false. As a female, I always had the innate urge to get things (i.e. issues) closed and packed up for a fresh start the next day. I want to cope with the whole problem today. Not tomorrow. Or the next day after that. But as I said, confronting problems at the exact same day when you’re stressed and raging with emotions always end up in a bigger fight and the anger ignited all the more. I should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Screw romance—a little. Whatever those paperback novels embedded in your mind aren’t always realistic. So let’s backtrack and stick to pragmatism. Never expect every single day with your special someone to be the same I-feel-butterflies-and-electricity-coursing-through-my-nerves-when-we-touch thing because it won’t. But don’t rule out romance. It’s vital but not as often. In my case, what I feel is security and happiness. On other days, when my beau is as sweet as my mom’s broken glass window dessert, I just feel like an eleven-year old swooning over her long-time crush. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Screw romance—a little. Part II. Although looking for that spark and intense combustion is inevitable (I hear ya ladies), the same feeling can be acquired when watching out for FUN in lieu of ROMANCE. Instead of fancy dinner dates and violins, have a water gun fight or a barbecue eating contest. Challenge each other in games you both adore (i.e. basketball, dota) and have pillow fights on the way. You’re not only keeping that “spark” alive, you’re also having fun without a dash of pretense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Flair up those imperfections. Whether it’s my gap-tooth(which I hate) or my lisp(which I hate even more), my beau continues to adore me. Lesson? Whatever those flaws you think will discourage the apple of your eyes, try to act naturally confident with them. They may be imperfection in your eyes, but in your partner’s, they’re the quirky part of you s/he’ll never get over teasing you with. :) And we love a good tease don’t we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Get your own social circle. Don’t let your world revolve around your loved one. It’s either you will scare her away because of your obsession (was that her hair under your pillow?) or because you choke him with your possessiveness (I need space! I need space! I need—-Arrrrrghhh!). The downward spiral will hit you so fast, you’ll only have time to bid adieu. Instead, bond with your friends (that s/he knows and trusts) without your special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do new things together. Go to dance classes or painting lessons. Learn how to cook or sew. Go skydiving or bungee jumping. Donate your time to charities or spend the afternoon cleaning some aged neighbor’s backyard. The point is, do it with your partner. The experience will not only thrill you, you can also spend the time getting to know each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laugh like tomorrow is Armageddon. Nothing cures a sour day than a heavy bunch of laughter dipped with the glaze of humor and smiles. And nothing douses lovers’ quarrel than a good joke to stir up laughter. Laughing trips make the relationship stronger and more enjoyable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Communicate. A lot. Whether you’re on a long-distance relationship or you’re close to each other (just like myself), the key is to communicate a lot. And don’t talk about the superficial stuff (i.e.our neighbor’s sister’s niece, your cousin’s mistress’ secretary)—although you can use some of them to determine a person’s personality and attitude—unless it directly affects the both of you. Talk about yourselves. Your dreams. Ambitions. Future goals. Motto. Your thoughts on love and relationships. If you can’t talk about these stuff now, then how can you talk about the more important issues in the future??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6158001494259645144?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6158001494259645144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6158001494259645144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6158001494259645144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6158001494259645144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-things-lovers-should-know.html' title='10 things lovers should know.'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-720574171412639293</id><published>2010-08-27T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:49:44.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let all this end here</title><content type='html'>Remember when everything was colourful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could see things better. &lt;br /&gt;I wished I could pretend everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I knew what was wrong from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I wasn't so weak.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could bring more happiness to peoples' lives.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was still able to make all your worries go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-720574171412639293?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/720574171412639293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=720574171412639293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/720574171412639293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/720574171412639293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-all-this-end-here.html' title='let all this end here'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1908556041591422100</id><published>2010-08-06T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T02:20:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>I came back a week ago.&lt;div&gt;Was very sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually I still am sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very very bad cough &amp;amp; sorethroat :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, follow me on tumblr &amp;amp; twitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I update there more often than I do in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://adelenetan.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/adelenetan"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1908556041591422100?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1908556041591422100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1908556041591422100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1908556041591422100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1908556041591422100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3847871130317558585</id><published>2010-07-21T04:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T04:34:44.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Holiday :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been listening to lots of K-Pop lately and came across some that have significant meaning to me. Could simply relate to the song without searching for the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've posted two of the songs lyrics translation before writing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go listen to them &amp;amp; tell me what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, I will be away for a week for a holiday with the parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week of pure isolation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week of bonding with the parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week of no SMS, BBM, MSN &amp;amp; Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week of getting away from the busy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week of non-guilty shopping pleasures? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will definitely miss them friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention both my brothers who will be staying in this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wait for me, I'm only a week away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3847871130317558585?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3847871130317558585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3847871130317558585' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3847871130317558585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3847871130317558585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-holiday.html' title='Hello Holiday :|'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3360151575569525689</id><published>2010-07-21T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T04:24:56.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesung - It Has To Be You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English translation of the lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Today, I wander in my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m pasing around on the end of this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re still holding me tightly, even though I can’t see you any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m losing my way again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m praying to the sky I want see you and hold you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I want to see you and hold you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can’t be if it’s not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t be without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s okay if I’m hurt for a day and a year like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s fine even if my heart’s hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes because I’m just in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot send you away one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can’t be if it’s not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t be without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s okay if I’m hurt for a day and a year like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s fine even if my heart’s hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes because I’m just in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bruised heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is screaming to me to find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can’t you hear my voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to me…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I live my life again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I’m born over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t live without you for a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re the one I will keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you’re the one I will love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m … yes because I’m happy enough If i could be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3360151575569525689?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3360151575569525689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3360151575569525689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3360151575569525689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3360151575569525689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesung-it-has-to-be-you.html' title='Yesung - It Has To Be You'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-4685214024593632164</id><published>2010-07-21T03:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T04:26:18.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS501 - Love Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="211"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;English translation of the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah here we go once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Guess who’s back, let’s go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This one is all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I really hate you but i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So what can i do? Now listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My heart aches when i see you, i can’t breathe, hold my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He doesn’t love you, so why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why don’t you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Baby let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love ya, love ya, love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am risking everything, i put a spell, ‘we can be so perfect’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you even if the world will turn against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Baby let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love ya, love ya, love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am sorry but i have been waiting for this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have been wanting forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;That your long-time love would end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Forget about him and wash him off from your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He’s not meant to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So baby won’t you come to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ll make you make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am risking everything, i put a spell, ‘we can be so perfect’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you even if the world will turn against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Baby let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love ya, love ya, love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;At first, i wanted you to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Even the man you are with can’t be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have believed that all i needed is for you to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But i see tears in your eyes, i see sadness in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t hold back anymore, I’m now getting crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I cannot let it go, i gotta take you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is our destiny yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am risking everything, i put a spell, ‘we can be so perfect’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you even if the world will turn against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Baby let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love ya, love ya, love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why don’t you know? Why that man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t see you being so sad anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Please forget about the love that makes you ache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Put away, please! I am going to save you from that aching love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My heart tears apart when i see you shedding your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Without a reason, i can cross over the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Trust me, i call heaven to witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;That this will be our last love yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My heart aches when i see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My heart aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He doesn’t love you, so why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why don’t you get it? Baby let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love ya love ya love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am risking everything, i put a spell, ‘we can be so perfect’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you even if the world will turn against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you, baby let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Love ya, love ya, love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Let me love you baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can’t live without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not without you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-4685214024593632164?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/4685214024593632164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=4685214024593632164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4685214024593632164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4685214024593632164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/07/ss501-love-ya.html' title='SS501 - Love Ya'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3277624957786382210</id><published>2010-07-20T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:30:29.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I just..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TEWy3BkUuQI/AAAAAAAABjM/HQj_WGqyupg/s1600/tumblr_l4ajs1DRZN1qatgoto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TEWy3BkUuQI/AAAAAAAABjM/HQj_WGqyupg/s400/tumblr_l4ajs1DRZN1qatgoto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495995578658896130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you gotta run away so you can see who will run after you, sometimes you gotta talk quieter just to see who’s listening, sometimes you gotta step up in a fight just to see who’s standing by your side, sometimes you gotta make a wrong decision only to see who’s there to help you fix it, and sometimes you gotta let go of the one you love just to see if they love you enough to come back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3277624957786382210?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3277624957786382210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3277624957786382210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3277624957786382210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3277624957786382210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-i-just.html' title='sometimes I just..'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TEWy3BkUuQI/AAAAAAAABjM/HQj_WGqyupg/s72-c/tumblr_l4ajs1DRZN1qatgoto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5582103668544138803</id><published>2010-07-20T03:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T03:19:48.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must learn to be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TESk3TCQOgI/AAAAAAAABjE/JMql3mt_CIk/s1600/28572490582485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TESk3TCQOgI/AAAAAAAABjE/JMql3mt_CIk/s400/28572490582485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495698715208333826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One text from you can make my whole day better. This is how I know we should probably never see each other or talk again. I can not rely on you for the rest of my life to make me happy and be miserable when you give me nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to learn how to make myself happy without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5582103668544138803?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5582103668544138803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5582103668544138803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5582103668544138803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5582103668544138803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-must-learn-to-be-happy.html' title='I must learn to be happy'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TESk3TCQOgI/AAAAAAAABjE/JMql3mt_CIk/s72-c/28572490582485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-178514219430629609</id><published>2010-07-20T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:51:31.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TESPoBB0GgI/AAAAAAAABi8/-jLngVPtqbs/s1600/295-295-25284094.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TESPoBB0GgI/AAAAAAAABi8/-jLngVPtqbs/s400/295-295-25284094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495675362932431362" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. I love you means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you, and hoping you feel the same way for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doodle is damn cute right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://happymonsters.tumblr.com/"&gt;happy monsters&lt;/a&gt; for more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-178514219430629609?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/178514219430629609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=178514219430629609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/178514219430629609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/178514219430629609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TESPoBB0GgI/AAAAAAAABi8/-jLngVPtqbs/s72-c/295-295-25284094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-4247582535935988764</id><published>2010-07-12T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:33:44.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Malaysia Car Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to buy &lt;a href="http://www.carsifu.my"&gt;Malaysia used cars&lt;/a&gt; but don’t know where to start? Fret not! Now we have Carsifu to assist you to look for your most idealistic &amp;amp; perfect &lt;a href="http://www.carsifu.my"&gt;Malaysia used cars&lt;/a&gt;. Carsifu is a newly launched website with hundreds of cars ready to be sold all over Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TDrdVvVAJiI/AAAAAAAABi0/hp3ZhGZDrxo/s1600/carsifu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TDrdVvVAJiI/AAAAAAAABi0/hp3ZhGZDrxo/s400/carsifu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492946061083289122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carsifu is here to help you through the whole process of looking for the right car. Through Carsifu, looking for your ideal car will be so much easier as you do not have to waste time, going out of the house, travelling under the hot sun to look for your ideal car. You can easily look through the pictures from the Carsifu website and also the description of the car &amp;amp; the most important thing is that, you can do it ANYWHERE, as long as there is internet. This definitely helps save the time of the buyer and seller. You can easily access Carsifu and leave comment if you are interested in the car, but in order to leave a comment, you must sign up as a member first, don’t worry, it is completely FREE to register an account in Carsifu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes everyone, it is as easy as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have personally registered an account in Carsifu and have browsed through some potential cars I want to buy, the only thing left now is the father’s permission to buy a car! Heeee. This is probably one of the easiest site to browse through the &lt;a href="http://www.carsifu.my"&gt;Malaysia used cars&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-4247582535935988764?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/4247582535935988764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=4247582535935988764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4247582535935988764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4247582535935988764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/07/latest-malaysia-car-website.html' title='Latest Malaysia Car Website'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TDrdVvVAJiI/AAAAAAAABi0/hp3ZhGZDrxo/s72-c/carsifu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3208578337855258749</id><published>2010-06-25T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T04:01:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCO5j0rc0-I/AAAAAAAABik/WF8-oflXGHE/s1600/tumblr_l2jmhaxGv81qzog77o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCO5j0rc0-I/AAAAAAAABik/WF8-oflXGHE/s400/tumblr_l2jmhaxGv81qzog77o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486432796154844130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3208578337855258749?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3208578337855258749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3208578337855258749' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3208578337855258749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3208578337855258749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-one-night.html' title='just one night'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCO5j0rc0-I/AAAAAAAABik/WF8-oflXGHE/s72-c/tumblr_l2jmhaxGv81qzog77o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1371233793868645359</id><published>2010-06-23T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:21:06.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCIR3RxbmdI/AAAAAAAABiU/mJ_nC-eIPj8/s1600/z208167561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCIR3RxbmdI/AAAAAAAABiU/mJ_nC-eIPj8/s400/z208167561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485966937451895250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addison: Nobody beat me. Nobody tried to steal my baby. Nobody stabbed me, but…I am wounded, Sam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam: Noah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addison: [sighs] My heart is broken. And I shouldn’t even complain about it, because nothing happened. Nothing happened to me, not like what happened to the Larsons or Violet. You know, sometimes I’m almost jealous of them? Because everybody can see their injuries so they have a right to be messed up. I sent Noah back to his wife and I did the right thing and my heart is ... broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Private Practice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess this is why people try their hardest not to underestimate the pain others feel, no matter whether or not they seem fine. Some injuries aren't always visible to the naked eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1371233793868645359?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1371233793868645359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1371233793868645359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1371233793868645359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1371233793868645359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/hidden-pain.html' title='hidden pain'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCIR3RxbmdI/AAAAAAAABiU/mJ_nC-eIPj8/s72-c/z208167561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3560463480934195215</id><published>2010-06-21T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:28:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't know what to say anymore. My mind runs blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It's you. You have the affect on me. You walked into my life, and I can't find a place for you just yet. I'm lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with the things I want to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes, I feel a little jealous inside imagining someone can please you more than me. I guess it’s just my insecurities acting up a bit, because I know I’m not the most beautiful, most fun, or even the most exciting person you’ll ever meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And I know it sounds confusing, but at that moment, I just wanted to walk out of the room I was in, sit down in the middle of the hallway, and cry. &lt;i&gt;Just cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nobody knows a lot about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;They think they do, but they have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nobody really knows me, because nobody asks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And the fact that nobody asks makes me think, do they even really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Do you care? &lt;b&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you really care for someone, you'd ask them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Even a simple '&lt;i&gt;how are you&lt;/i&gt;?' will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You won't know how much a simple&lt;i&gt; 'how are you?'&lt;/i&gt; can make someone's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3560463480934195215?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3560463480934195215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3560463480934195215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3560463480934195215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3560463480934195215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/mystified.html' title='mystified'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5564024330839360661</id><published>2010-06-20T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:21:29.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because this is what I am (no matter what you say or do)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I overreact.&lt;br /&gt;I underestimate.&lt;br /&gt;I overestimate.&lt;br /&gt;I over think everything.&lt;br /&gt;I look too deep into everything’s meaning.&lt;br /&gt;I dream big.&lt;br /&gt;My expectations are high.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell when I’m being lied to but sometimes I wish I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I get jealous, and I’m always scared I’ll lose you.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why when I ask how you are I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;When I ask how was your day, I genuinely want to know.&lt;br /&gt;And when I say I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; you, I’m &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always avoided fights.&lt;br /&gt;I make jokes instead.&lt;br /&gt;I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to want things I don’t want, and I pretend not to want things I do want.&lt;br /&gt;No one gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Except me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines are so crossed and blurred at this point that I don’t know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I just know I want it to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If whatever you do or say makes you happier.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, I won't comment, I won't fight back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired or you can say I'm a loser, a coward, or/and a failure.&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/7350758287579524958-5564024330839360661?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5564024330839360661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5564024330839360661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5564024330839360661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5564024330839360661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-this-is-what-i-am-no-matter.html' title='because this is what I am (no matter what you say or do)'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-2065868675306764137</id><published>2010-06-19T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:27:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distance = problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sleep intermittently, for hours on end and some days hardly at all. I watch movies and listen to songs that break my heart. It doesn’t really matter because I’ve gotten better at hiding, but some days not so well. People get tired. Yet in reality I think no one really cares to hear anything less than “I am fine”. Someday (perhaps in a good way) I might even forget how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a love affair without a love song. I’m in the habit of having what I don’t want. I’m just a hologram. You can see but don’t touch me. Oh, and how I bet you want me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you. Yes, there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you. I’ve seen the waters that make your eyes shine, now I’m shining too because, oh because I’ve fallen quite hard over you. If I didn’t know you, I’d rather not know. If I couldn’t have you, I’d rather be alone. I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much, all of the while I never knew it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-2065868675306764137?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/2065868675306764137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=2065868675306764137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2065868675306764137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2065868675306764137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/distance-problems.html' title='distance = problems'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5963119282160343808</id><published>2010-06-19T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:49:10.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCBqjJ7jSsI/AAAAAAAABiM/gqxwMwtV5WI/s1600/z203862912.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCBqjJ7jSsI/AAAAAAAABiM/gqxwMwtV5WI/s400/z203862912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485501498330925762" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life changes. You get it all lined up just the way you like it &amp;amp; then something beyond your control comes along &amp;amp; bumps you off center. How nice it would be if you could get everything just the way you want it &amp;amp; say, 'Okay, now, stay.' But nothing stays the same. You grow up, make friends, lose friends, go to college, lose track of people, meet new ones, &amp;amp; sometimes you ask yourself why. But all I can tell you is the every single experience you go through like this changed you in some way. Every new person who comes into your life changes you. Every moral dilemma or emotional experience you come up against changes you. It's your job you decide how. That's how character is developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A nurse once told me that wounds will not heal if you urgently put band aid on it. Sometimes you just have to let it bleed, give it some space for healing &amp;amp; when you think your wounds are already cleansed, that's the time you can use a band aid for it. Remember: the more you cover yourself from pain, the more infected you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now I understand the meaning she literally meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5963119282160343808?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5963119282160343808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5963119282160343808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5963119282160343808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5963119282160343808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-like-this.html' title='life like this'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TCBqjJ7jSsI/AAAAAAAABiM/gqxwMwtV5WI/s72-c/z203862912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-9143439392350524836</id><published>2010-06-13T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:52:43.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are not the only one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am immune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;believe it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life fucks you from every side possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been through worst :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; in the end, I'm the &lt;i&gt;pragmatic survivor&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, check up on the regular updates in twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't be blogging much bout daily happenings :x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-9143439392350524836?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/9143439392350524836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=9143439392350524836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/9143439392350524836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/9143439392350524836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-are-not-only-one.html' title='you are not the only one'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7596230691391531334</id><published>2010-06-13T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:11:49.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've been very possessive lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I say very, I mean seriously, extremely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; isn't even mine, why am I even overreacting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;besides, I choose not to &lt;i&gt;buy&lt;/i&gt; it myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am acting like some lunatic obsessive compulsive disordered person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;urgh. I think I'm contradicting myself a lot these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;usually I'll ignore it &amp;amp; pretend it doesn't exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now, I want to go all ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;assholes, catch your own wave, stop indirectly pretending to want to accidentally like what I like...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not even gonna further explain it with an anger like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously. I might end up bombarding the world :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should go back to sleep and buy my ALDO shoes in my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I know you know what I'm talking about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A little competition now &amp;amp; then create a little sparks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/7350758287579524958-7596230691391531334?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7596230691391531334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7596230691391531334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7596230691391531334'/><link rel='self' 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bossy bastard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do whatever I want whenever I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't be bothered about what people feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am overly sensitive in certain issue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to hurt people (feeling wise) so I don't feel intimidated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have commitment phobia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always want things people can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get jealous as easy as ABC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy making people feel envious whenever I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like getting attention but when given, I feel shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only socialize so I don't feel left out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do something notorious in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate feeling bitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am f?cking random this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go back to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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randomness'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7026409251337022021</id><published>2010-06-01T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:37:33.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fear in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;because I'm scared I'll lose my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;because I've been like this for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;because I'm afraid of changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;because I don't want to be too dependent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;last but not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;maybe, just maybe, because I dare not admit you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;just be that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;one person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7026409251337022021?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7026409251337022021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7026409251337022021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7026409251337022021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7026409251337022021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/06/fear-in-me.html' title='the fear in me'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5796000895367351697</id><published>2010-05-31T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:33:07.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember when I used to be the nicest girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember being ordered around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember doing all the things and let others claim credit for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember how I used to not say bad things about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember not complaining about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember when I used to listen to my parents all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember being the goody two shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I remember the times when I was so scared to piss people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TAKRMNcXn-I/AAAAAAAABiE/osM6Mv_JV9g/s1600/Picture(168).jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TAKRMNcXn-I/AAAAAAAABiE/osM6Mv_JV9g/s400/Picture(168).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477099735789051874" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the picture taken 4 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All of a sudden, I became total opposite of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Contradicting everything I've done since before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I used to be so weak, I would cry in school whenever someone call me fat or ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I used to be very religious &amp;amp; holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So many 'I-used-to-bes' now makes me wonder, if what I've become now is really what I really want, or am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There's just one moment where life hits you so hard, you don't know who to turn to, don't know what to do at all &amp;amp; it fucking kills you from the inside, slowly, just taking away all the good things that happened, and making you doubt if this world is really full of happy endings or true love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Have you ever wondered if you were given a chance to choose to do something and not fail at all, what will you choose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5796000895367351697?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5796000895367351697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5796000895367351697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5796000895367351697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5796000895367351697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-want-to-believe.html' title='I just want to believe'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/TAKRMNcXn-I/AAAAAAAABiE/osM6Mv_JV9g/s72-c/Picture(168).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3754964435227812003</id><published>2010-05-25T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:52:01.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untold, unfolded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Went to class late today, 30 minutes? Lingam was busy fetching more students, I don't blame him. Everyone have class too, not just me, cannot be too selfish no? pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LLS seem pretty interesting lately, having Franklin on Monday &amp;amp; Eric today, both were so funny and entertaining, the class were pretty entertained having them to replace Justin for the two days. Anyway Mr Eric shared with the class a pretty funny this morning, the coolest thing is he shouted FUCK YOU right across the class without censoring it, that's what I call freedom of speech? :X i like him, I do not like those conservative lecturers who will go all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cannot say this and that in front of my students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dilly dally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; :/ anyway here's the joke :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;A crowded United Air Lines flight was cancelled. A single agent was assigned to rebook a long line of unhappy inconvenienced travelers. She was doing her best when suddenly an angry customer pushed his way to her desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and shouted: "I don't want to stand in line. I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST CLASS and RIGHT NOW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The young agent replied, "I'm sorry, sir, I'll try to help you but I've got to help these folks first. I'm sure we'll be able to work things out for you." The angry passenger was unimpressed and unrelenting. He asked loudly, so that all the passengers could hear, "I don't want to stand in line! Do you have any idea who I am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Without hesitation, the agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone. "May I have everyone's attention, please," her voice bellowed through the terminal. We have a passenger here WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him identify himself, please come to the gate." With the crowd laughing hysterically, he glared at her and swore "Fuck you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Without flinching, she smiled an said, "I'm sorry, sir, even if you want to fuck me, you will still have to stand in line!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its really entertaining if we have classes like this, everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wouldn't dread for class, or even complain after class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;buhhh ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3754964435227812003?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3754964435227812003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3754964435227812003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3754964435227812003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3754964435227812003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/05/untold-unfolded.html' title='Untold, unfolded'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6019923719728665729</id><published>2010-05-24T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:19:33.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first week in second sem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I go out a lot since I came back KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;almost everyday, too hyper active?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all I know is that hyper bitch mode activated since Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As everyone know, I'm a generally nice girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TEE HEE I DO NOT BITCH UNNECESSARILY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;note the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;unnecessarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pictures to sum the week :| (pictures from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BB9000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3f3NOKI/AAAAAAAABgs/taiH85sMACg/s1600/IMG00098-20100520-1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3f3NOKI/AAAAAAAABgs/taiH85sMACg/s400/IMG00098-20100520-1617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474510030072789154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@ King's Starbucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3-buecI/AAAAAAAABg0/hew_c2taesk/s1600/IMG00102-20100520-1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3-buecI/AAAAAAAABg0/hew_c2taesk/s400/IMG00102-20100520-1759.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474510038279027138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, I need to wear specs now :( pfft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3-buecI/AAAAAAAABg0/hew_c2taesk/s1600/IMG00102-20100520-1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3-buecI/AAAAAAAABg0/hew_c2taesk/s1600/IMG00102-20100520-1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3-buecI/AAAAAAAABg0/hew_c2taesk/s1600/IMG00102-20100520-1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lgA_p31MI/AAAAAAAABh0/bQqL9uSH_9c/s1600/IMG00002-20100523-1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lgA_p31MI/AAAAAAAABh0/bQqL9uSH_9c/s400/IMG00002-20100523-1654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474512392248874178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;roommate, gym partner, bitching comrade &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(69, 69, 69); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lgA_p31MI/AAAAAAAABh0/bQqL9uSH_9c/s1600/IMG00002-20100523-1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld4a9MJpI/AAAAAAAABg8/cO_PEQFM7zo/s1600/IMG00005-20100523-1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld4a9MJpI/AAAAAAAABg8/cO_PEQFM7zo/s1600/IMG00005-20100523-1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld4a9MJpI/AAAAAAAABg8/cO_PEQFM7zo/s400/IMG00005-20100523-1656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474510045935576722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my first time on bus in KL :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld4a9MJpI/AAAAAAAABg8/cO_PEQFM7zo/s1600/IMG00005-20100523-1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld5OKtK6I/AAAAAAAABhM/VETNR55aUDs/s1600/IMG00006-20100523-1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld5OKtK6I/AAAAAAAABhM/VETNR55aUDs/s1600/IMG00006-20100523-1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld5OKtK6I/AAAAAAAABhM/VETNR55aUDs/s400/IMG00006-20100523-1810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474510059682474914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls' Evening OUT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld5OKtK6I/AAAAAAAABhM/VETNR55aUDs/s1600/IMG00006-20100523-1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lfcMcJT3I/AAAAAAAABhc/Jx0imis8aQs/s1600/IMG00017-20100523-1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lfcMcJT3I/AAAAAAAABhc/Jx0imis8aQs/s1600/IMG00017-20100523-1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lfcMcJT3I/AAAAAAAABhc/Jx0imis8aQs/s400/IMG00017-20100523-1908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474511760025800562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COTTON ON :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lfcMcJT3I/AAAAAAAABhc/Jx0imis8aQs/s1600/IMG00017-20100523-1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lfcUTXdEI/AAAAAAAABhk/UhfqHwzihU0/s1600/IMG00062-20100523-2104.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lfcUTXdEI/AAAAAAAABhk/UhfqHwzihU0/s1600/IMG00062-20100523-2104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_lfcUTXdEI/AAAAAAAABhk/UhfqHwzihU0/s400/IMG00062-20100523-2104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474511762136462402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;met this sad kid @ One U &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6019923719728665729?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6019923719728665729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6019923719728665729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6019923719728665729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6019923719728665729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-week-in-second-sem.html' title='first week in second sem'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_ld3f3NOKI/AAAAAAAABgs/taiH85sMACg/s72-c/IMG00098-20100520-1617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-4988880516103621341</id><published>2010-05-20T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:58:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>habituation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_QXgoaDBMI/AAAAAAAABgk/rLfEh_oQGwI/s1600/z208528951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_QXgoaDBMI/AAAAAAAABgk/rLfEh_oQGwI/s400/z208528951.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473025296531915970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate getting used to people. Once they’re not around, I start missing them. Just so you know, I miss you today &amp;amp; maybe tomorrow &amp;amp; maybe the day after tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-4988880516103621341?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/4988880516103621341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=4988880516103621341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4988880516103621341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4988880516103621341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/05/habituation.html' title='habituation'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S_QXgoaDBMI/AAAAAAAABgk/rLfEh_oQGwI/s72-c/z208528951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1690933010892779831</id><published>2010-05-19T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:33:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two weeks term break is over &amp;amp; semester2 started on Monday. Horrible time table -.- thank God it is a short semester. In these two months, I'm not going back Penang, need to start getting used to the whole leaving home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. The whole two weeks break almost turned me back to the homesick girl back when I just arrived KL, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I haven't been updating much, been too caught up with assignments and finals before, then holidays back in Penang, the KL friends came over to visit Penang, entertained them for four days straight. FULL TIME SOMEMORE :X they better be proud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pffft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. The rest of the holidays were spent with family &amp;amp; loved ones ;) oh, PENANG FOOD TOO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My camera have been pretty rusty, been taking pictures but too lazy to upload it. There are a few albums in Facebook anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will start picspamming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1690933010892779831?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1690933010892779831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1690933010892779831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1690933010892779831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1690933010892779831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-im-back.html' title='hello I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-978665805152980061</id><published>2010-05-12T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:43:57.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where To Find Room To Let?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for a &lt;a href="http://www.caribilik.my/"&gt;room to let&lt;/a&gt; in Malaysia yet don’t know where to begin? Don’t worry! Caribilik is here to help you through the whole process of searching for the right &lt;a href="http://www.caribilik.my/"&gt;room to let&lt;/a&gt;. Caribilik is Malaysia’s largest website with thousands of rooms available for rent/to let all over Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S-rFLzF8bEI/AAAAAAAABgc/XEiIWRpxIDg/s1600/caribilik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S-rFLzF8bEI/AAAAAAAABgc/XEiIWRpxIDg/s400/caribilik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470401503879261250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Caribilik now, you do not have to search for your ideal room the conventional way. You do not have to drag yourself under the hot sun to find a suitable room or waste time travelling around just to find a perfect room. You can just browse through the rooms online, just about ANYWHERE with internet! All you have to do is register an account, don’t worry, it’s FREE! After that, you can browse through the website as an advanced user!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I personally think Caribilik is one of the best creation ever as student like me do not have much time going around, looking for suitable rooms to rent, so with Caribilik, everything is made easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-978665805152980061?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/978665805152980061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=978665805152980061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/978665805152980061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/978665805152980061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-to-find-room-to-let.html' title='Where To Find Room To Let?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S-rFLzF8bEI/AAAAAAAABgc/XEiIWRpxIDg/s72-c/caribilik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5762769683181417621</id><published>2010-04-23T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:35:43.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Forget You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I decided to end our relationship, I realized our story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once read and a movie we once watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Low Kay Hwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5762769683181417621?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5762769683181417621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5762769683181417621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5762769683181417621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5762769683181417621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-forget-you.html' title='To Forget You'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5172957540966471838</id><published>2010-04-17T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:30:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impulsive one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;just because I am not there, it doesn't mean I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;just because I didn't say yes, it doesn't mean I meant no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;just because I stopped talking, it doesn't mean I didn't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;just because I never said anything, it doesn't mean I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is why &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what I know &lt;i&gt;will happen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;you're such an egoistic bipolar idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp;Ilikeyouforbeingsuchanegoisticbipolaridiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-5172957540966471838?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/5172957540966471838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=5172957540966471838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5172957540966471838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/5172957540966471838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/04/impulsive-one.html' title='impulsive one'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-2714195124616443422</id><published>2010-04-14T19:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T02:15:36.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's happening to me, some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S8dXn54pnRI/AAAAAAAABgU/Y9PBUwBrq6s/s1600/tumblr_kxeog8dv8A1qzmow4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S8dXn54pnRI/AAAAAAAABgU/Y9PBUwBrq6s/s400/tumblr_kxeog8dv8A1qzmow4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460429416274959634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She thinks about you nonstop and you're all she talks about. When she talks to you she always has that goofy smile and she truly looks happy. With one hug, you make her melt and you always leave her with butterflies, but at the same time, when she's upset it's usually because of you, but she refuses to see any bad in you &amp;amp; no matter how many people try and tell her different, she believes you're perfect for her and worth every second of the wait, but she's too scared to tell you any of this because she doesn't want to screw anything up and doesn't want to end up hurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-2714195124616443422?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/2714195124616443422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=2714195124616443422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2714195124616443422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/2714195124616443422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-believe-its-happening-to-me-some.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s happening to me, some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S8dXn54pnRI/AAAAAAAABgU/Y9PBUwBrq6s/s72-c/tumblr_kxeog8dv8A1qzmow4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8527416630920791451</id><published>2010-04-10T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:11:51.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last goodbye</title><content type='html'>Dear boy ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You honestly don't know how much I'm going to miss those texts that woke me up early in the morning and kept me up late at night, or those warm hugs you gave me when I thought the world was crashing down. You don't know that I would kill for you to give me your sweatshirt to wear and keep like old times. I will miss when I get those tiny little annoying butterflies I got when you looked at me, &amp;amp; also the times when you'll just drop by with Starbucks coffee even knowing how much I hate drinking it. Finally, you will never know how much I am going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love girl ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-8527416630920791451?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/8527416630920791451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=8527416630920791451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8527416630920791451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/8527416630920791451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-goodbye.html' title='last goodbye'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1264985018444918719</id><published>2010-04-09T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:54:36.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guardian angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with you &amp;amp; everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hide myself away from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretending nothing ever existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really think it's not important anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this will be the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life is just too harsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1264985018444918719?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1264985018444918719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1264985018444918719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1264985018444918719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1264985018444918719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/04/guardian-angel.html' title='guardian angel'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3712511814588788778</id><published>2010-03-30T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:06:24.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause I believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S7ISbKL0I5I/AAAAAAAABf4/OLChBx81w0s/s1600/z211443792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S7ISbKL0I5I/AAAAAAAABf4/OLChBx81w0s/s400/z211443792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454442356498768786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think everyone, at some point, goes through that one moment where they think "my God, i can't do this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but you know what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no matter how close you are to the edge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no matter how badly you feel like giving up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or think it's best to do so rather than have to put up with the pain - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't lose hope that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;things will get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't give up, because there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; out there who will make you smile in a way no one else ever could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;keep that glimmer of hope alive in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because someone is out there searching for your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so wipe your tears and keep your head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7350758287579524958-3712511814588788778?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3712511814588788778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3712511814588788778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3712511814588788778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3712511814588788778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-i-believe.html' title='cause I believe...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S7ISbKL0I5I/AAAAAAAABf4/OLChBx81w0s/s72-c/z211443792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7320119677610241911</id><published>2010-03-29T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:21:15.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the (inside) story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People have stopped being comforting and being alone never was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; that you will be able to be yourself again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but until then all you can do is wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;＊　＊　＊　＊　＊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Silly boy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;of course I like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's because I like you that I don't want to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's a &lt;b&gt;complicated emotion&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You piss me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You piss me off a lot, everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can't even tell you how many times I’ve wanted to knock some sense into that big egoistic head of yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You push me to my limits and maybe even farther, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;but this is what makes me so absolutely crazy about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Does that even make any sense at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just one day, you &amp;amp; I will finish our &lt;b&gt;unfinished business&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&amp;amp; maybe fall&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; madly in love&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7320119677610241911?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7320119677610241911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7320119677610241911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7320119677610241911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7320119677610241911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/inside-story.html' title='the (inside) story'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-3303155145271023028</id><published>2010-03-27T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:37:52.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxury Property in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The real-estate and property market is rising slowly in Malaysia and many of the real-estate and property agencies are all setting up websites to keep up with the technology we have. One of the websites I find quite interesting and useful would have to be Propwall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S64fgI6G4zI/AAAAAAAABfw/_wISLIC4tqE/s1600/propwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S64fgI6G4zI/AAAAAAAABfw/_wISLIC4tqE/s400/propwall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453330835799728946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Propwall is an online real-estate and property website which provides informative platform for those looking for house, condominium, apartment, office, shop lots and other properties. The website offer very detailed information about the properties. Personally, I think the website offers more luxury properties in KL as most of the ads I’ve browsed through are basically houses I probably can’t buy right now, nor rent, unless I hit the jackpot or something. No doubt, Propwall provides &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.propwall.my/kl_city_centre%E2%80%9D"&gt;KL properties&lt;/a&gt; ads, as they have every section, from pictures (which is speak a thousand word compared to the word description), to the property detail &amp;amp; layout to the Analysis of the property as well. Besides KL, you can also search properties in your desired area using their search engine. Pretty impressive ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, Propwall is very helpful and convenient especially nowadays as most of us don’t have time to roam around town looking for real estate. I remember browsing through their website looking for a house to rent as I was too lazy to drag my ass out of the house under the hot sun LOL :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-3303155145271023028?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/3303155145271023028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=3303155145271023028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3303155145271023028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/3303155145271023028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/luxury-property-in-kl.html' title='Luxury Property in KL'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S64fgI6G4zI/AAAAAAAABfw/_wISLIC4tqE/s72-c/propwall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6218222585431754291</id><published>2010-03-23T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:26:02.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assignments/Presentations&lt;/b&gt; yet to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; due&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MC100 Group Task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MC100 Meeting Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MC100 Resume/CV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MC100 Group Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PSY105 Group Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PSY105 Research Proposal (peer reviewED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PSY113 Assignment 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PSY113 Literature Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PSY111 Lab Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6218222585431754291?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6218222585431754291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6218222585431754291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6218222585431754291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6218222585431754291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-matter.html' title='things that matter'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6794940100930093036</id><published>2010-03-22T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:44:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" I believed what you said, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But love doesn't have a meaning &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you hurt me so bad &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just threw it all away &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You knew I was scared &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To once more let you get that close to me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Despite what you did &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I believed... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Melissa Smith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too many let down in a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgotten how painful it feels now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything basically feel the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am dying to fight all these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it really doesn't matter anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6794940100930093036?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6794940100930093036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6794940100930093036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6794940100930093036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6794940100930093036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believed.html' title='i believed'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-129735203991967760</id><published>2010-03-19T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T03:16:06.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when was the last time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you feel happy, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, there's just so much one can do&lt;br /&gt;there are always restrictions pulling you back from what you really want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself everyday that my world don't revolve around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; all the time&lt;br /&gt;truth is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is spinning, turning upside down and it's all for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then again, who am I to tell you all these?&lt;br /&gt;last time I remembered, I screwed things up pretty badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redemption month&lt;/span&gt; after all..&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/7350758287579524958-129735203991967760?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/129735203991967760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=129735203991967760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/129735203991967760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/129735203991967760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-was-last-time.html' title='when was the last time'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-130046941322009443</id><published>2010-03-14T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:11:48.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of cold, misty &amp; good friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8iRHShDI/AAAAAAAABfI/upF3rYL66Ek/s1600-h/P3121512.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8iRHShDI/AAAAAAAABfI/upF3rYL66Ek/s400/P3121512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448366577362830386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8jgPZqSI/AAAAAAAABfY/m4lSgzjexHQ/s1600-h/P3121544.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8jgPZqSI/AAAAAAAABfY/m4lSgzjexHQ/s400/P3121544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448366598603254050" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8kfMmBpI/AAAAAAAABfg/IBBIPaUxtdc/s1600-h/P3121614.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8kfMmBpI/AAAAAAAABfg/IBBIPaUxtdc/s400/P3121614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448366615502915218" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the boys (minus YZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8kfMmBpI/AAAAAAAABfg/IBBIPaUxtdc/s1600-h/P3121614.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8krlHTPI/AAAAAAAABfo/TstH6z-tN6M/s1600-h/P3121749.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8krlHTPI/AAAAAAAABfo/TstH6z-tN6M/s400/P3121749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448366618826984690" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;teammates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;went Genting with the People on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;one night trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;initially they were suppose to come KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;something happened, oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;had a blast with them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;pictures are all up in facebook anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;feel free to check ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;for now, back to assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;goodbye &lt;i&gt;*tears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8krlHTPI/AAAAAAAABfo/TstH6z-tN6M/s1600-h/P3121749.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7350758287579524958-130046941322009443?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/130046941322009443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=130046941322009443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/130046941322009443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/130046941322009443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-cold-misty-good-friends.html' title='of cold, misty &amp; good friends'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5x8iRHShDI/AAAAAAAABfI/upF3rYL66Ek/s72-c/P3121512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7553990026755320430</id><published>2010-03-11T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:59:48.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If one day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I were to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will you come to my funeral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will you even know my name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will you realise that I'm gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at times, I just feel like blasting my speakers to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The loudness clearing up the background voices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is way more peaceful like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This whole situation is really draining all my energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like to be stuck in between the past, wasting my life on &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but there's just nothing much I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; assignments are piling up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really not sure how/what to do &lt;s&gt;first&lt;/s&gt; at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EBSCOHOST is being a big bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not know how that damn thing even work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta figure them soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many journals to read :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-7553990026755320430?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/7553990026755320430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=7553990026755320430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7553990026755320430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/7553990026755320430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-one-day.html' title='If one day...'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6271074412083569586</id><published>2010-03-09T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:11:35.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; I - Park Bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwWk0SviI/AAAAAAAABfA/kt48y2GaNQo/s1600-h/parkbom2ne1youandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwWk0SviI/AAAAAAAABfA/kt48y2GaNQo/s400/parkbom2ne1youandi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446523595005279778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwV1_5g5I/AAAAAAAABe4/1uM9Ag_LqxE/s1600-h/Park+Bom-You+And+I%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwV1_5g5I/AAAAAAAABe4/1uM9Ag_LqxE/s400/Park+Bom-You+And+I%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446523582437491602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwV1_5g5I/AAAAAAAABe4/1uM9Ag_LqxE/s1600-h/Park+Bom-You+And+I%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when the sky is falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll promise you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I’ll never let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh...Oh.. Oh... oh.. Oh... oh.. Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You, When I fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you held me back up with an unfaltering gaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And You, through those sad times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;held my hands till the end of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I might be a shabby person who has never done anything for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today, I am singing this song just for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, within those two eyes and a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see the pains from protecting me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I together. It’s just feels so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I together, don’t ever let go of my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our love has changed a bit by bit just like others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But don’t be sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully I will be someone who you can trust like an old friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and someone you can lean onto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise you that I’m be right here baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I might be a shabby person who has never done anything for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today, I am singing this song just for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, within those two eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and smile I can see the pains from protecting me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I together. It’s just feels so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I together, don’t ever let go of my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I close my eyes lightly whenever I feel lonely again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I no longer fear when your breath holds me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one in the world can replace you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the only one in I’ll be there for you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I together, It’s just feels so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I together, don’t ever let go my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forever and ever..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwUu5b1xI/AAAAAAAABeo/2hPCg7N4vkM/s1600-h/4074574490_818513a982_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwUu5b1xI/AAAAAAAABeo/2hPCg7N4vkM/s400/4074574490_818513a982_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446523563351463698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwVQwu7rI/AAAAAAAABew/WyKvqNbXDyM/s1600-h/mvparkbommakingofyouand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwVQwu7rI/AAAAAAAABew/WyKvqNbXDyM/s400/mvparkbommakingofyouand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446523572441771698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this song now, the mv is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go search it up in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't heard it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAY, this is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;ed&lt;/i&gt; version of the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's really really cuteee! &lt;b&gt;I like*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwVQwu7rI/AAAAAAAABew/WyKvqNbXDyM/s1600-h/mvparkbommakingofyouand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7350758287579524958-6271074412083569586?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6271074412083569586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=6271074412083569586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6271074412083569586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/6271074412083569586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-i-park-bom.html' title='You &amp; I - Park Bom'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5XwWk0SviI/AAAAAAAABfA/kt48y2GaNQo/s72-c/parkbom2ne1youandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8660861077796299615</id><published>2010-03-08T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:33:42.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so you wondered why? let me tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5Umq3g60LI/AAAAAAAABeg/Irepl2w6NCE/s1600-h/z208277325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5Umq3g60LI/AAAAAAAABeg/Irepl2w6NCE/s400/z208277325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301842272866482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll screw up. I'll push you away if we're getting too close. I won't trust you until you've proven yourself. I get hurt easily and take a lot of things personally. But I'll love you with everything I have, and if that isn't enough, then I'm not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5UmqkRBUpI/AAAAAAAABeY/0vBK_tKt4bk/s1600-h/z210138631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5UmqkRBUpI/AAAAAAAABeY/0vBK_tKt4bk/s400/z210138631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301837105910418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what say you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S5Umq3g60LI/AAAAAAAABeg/Irepl2w6NCE/s72-c/z208277325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-2397609157500657718</id><published>2010-03-08T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:45:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I burnt myself.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't control it.&lt;br /&gt;It was the irresistible feeling of not knowing what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;the burning sensation, the adrenaline rush that makes you run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-5687743413580076857</id><published>2010-03-02T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:57:05.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bus not taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;done with Research Methodology paper (well, just for midterms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wasn't very good, seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think I'm slowly getting used to ... not doing well wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but I mean seriously, MCQs aren't as easy as it sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;there are four or five close choices, super close, some even sound the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;today was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;walked from the main block to wisma, literally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, with LEGS wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;just the right time to walk, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7.50 am : reaches main block bus stop, small HELP shuttle bus drove off but there are still a lot of students waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.00 am : HELP shuttle bus, the big yellow school bus, came, everyone rushed to it, couldn't be bothered to force myself with 80++ over students there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.05 am : mini HELP shuttle bus arrived, it's so small it can only fit 25 max! couldn't get up the bus either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.08 am : Sof &amp;amp; Cassandra suggested we might as well just walk to class, since the waiting was unbearable and there were more students coming... blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.15 am : walked out of the main block from the FRONT GATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.20 am : walked passed ESSO &amp;amp; Jes' place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.25 am : walked passed Batai Hostel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.30 am : saw Manulife building &amp;amp; HP Tower, almost liked you found a puddle of water in the desert, yes, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.35 am : climbed up the stairs to reach KPD block &amp;amp; walked to Wisma HELP, saw the big fat ugly yellow HELP shuttle bus passed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.40 am : reached the exam room, was 10 minutes late, was so soaked in sweat, my whole hair (which I just washed earlier in the morning) was wet like as if I just washed it, wtf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;super FML moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&amp;amp; did I mention when we walked, we kept walking uphill &amp;amp; there's no downhill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;steep but it is freaking tiring, for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;laaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have not even ate breakfast yet that time :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;now I appreciate the shuttle buses in HELP &amp;amp; the bus drivers so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I promise I'll be good next time &amp;amp; say more thank yous IF you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; fetch me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, gotta crash now, so tired, my back is aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have MC100 to study &amp;amp; PSY113 essay pending, due tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;DUE TOMORROW, who stupidly have assignment due the day before exam :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;then again, it's different subject so yeah, blah :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;have a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; day everyone!&lt;i&gt; *wavessss*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/bus-not-taken.html' title='the bus not taken'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1988099162288060239</id><published>2010-03-01T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:59:57.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To never look away. And never, never, to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4vPM1L2beI/AAAAAAAABd4/c05WNjToM_A/s1600-h/z205946145.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4vPM1L2beI/AAAAAAAABd4/c05WNjToM_A/s400/z205946145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443672393949539810" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've been playing with fire too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I think I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; burnt myself in the course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One moment, I'm perfectly fine, &amp;amp; another, I'm all distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This time reminds me of... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;every other time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know it's probably the wrong time to tell you this, but I just want you to know that if you ever need me, I'll always be here for you. All you have to do is ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nothing means more to me than what we share, no one in this world can ever compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4vPNRARjsI/AAAAAAAABeA/5SoYssME7hM/s1600-h/z207284247.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4vPNRARjsI/AAAAAAAABeA/5SoYssME7hM/s400/z207284247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443672401417178818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/7350758287579524958-1988099162288060239?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1988099162288060239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1988099162288060239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1988099162288060239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/1988099162288060239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-you.html' title='is it You?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4vPM1L2beI/AAAAAAAABd4/c05WNjToM_A/s72-c/z205946145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-4150378730671258686</id><published>2010-03-01T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T02:32:50.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4qyONAy5fI/AAAAAAAABdo/BMA1oid0Vhk/s1600-h/z181435429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4qyONAy5fI/AAAAAAAABdo/BMA1oid0Vhk/s400/z181435429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443359056711575026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Made me think for a moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;That maybe we were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Living our lives seperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And it's strange that things change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But not me wanting you so desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh why can't I ignore it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I keep giving it in but I should know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And it's strange that things change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But not me wanting you so desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You looked my way and said "you frustrate me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Like you're thinking of lines and times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;When you and I were you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We took our chance out on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then I missed my chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And chances are it won't be coming back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why can't I ignore it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I keep giving in, but I should know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And it strange that things change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But not me wanting you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I keep giving in but I should know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I keep giving in but I should know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want you so desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div 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title='Desperately'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/S4qyONAy5fI/AAAAAAAABdo/BMA1oid0Vhk/s72-c/z181435429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-371433988963732175</id><published>2010-02-26T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:09:19.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting the days to ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;menghitung hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;detik demi detik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;masaku nanti apa kan ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;jalan cerita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;kisah yang panjang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;menghitung hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;padamkan saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;kobar asmaramu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;jika putik itu takkan ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;yang aku minta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;tulus hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;bukan puitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;pergi saja cintamu pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;bilang saja pada semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;biar semua tahu adanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;diriku kini sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sitting in front of the laptop (again, everyday) listening to emo songs, typing this post, instead of studying my initial 9 chapters of PSY105 and 8 chapters of MC100 and finishing my PSY113 essay. I guess procrastinating is everyone's favourite hobby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Especially when your exam is just right around the corner, like well 4 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;seriously, I do not know what I'm doing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I should be finishing the essay then start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;speed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(studying, as they call it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the Research Methodology &amp;amp; Business Communication textbook :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not a thunder-lightning person (WHO IS! YOU TELL ME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when I say I'm not, it meant I'll run &amp;amp; hide whenever I hear thunder, see lightning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SERIOUSLY :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am freaking scared of them -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;especially when I'm staying on the 18th floor now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The chances of it striking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anything/anywhere near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; me are higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I might just run &amp;amp; hide under the blanket now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but no, I'm too lazy for that, cause I might just fall asleep underneath it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really sleepy now but I cannot go back to sleeping, it is 6.42pm and I just woke up from my second sleep of the day not long ago, like 3pm? wtf :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sudden craving for bah kut teh and dim sum :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;whoever that bring me that anytime today, I'll love you all long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hehe I mean it *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I should really go back to my assignment, long long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7350758287579524958-371433988963732175?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/371433988963732175/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-6315445250743193010</id><published>2010-02-24T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:29:31.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biopsych should be banned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I moved from the 2nd floor to 18th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Don't ask me why, I'm too lazy to explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just went through one of the worst paper ever, Biopsychology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Seriously, it is the worst paper, worst than last year's maths :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;25% for my whole sem, omgwtfbbqccbknn :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;50 questions, mean one question is like half mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am only sure of what, 10 out of 50? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that's probably just 5% wtf out of 25% WTF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Motivation paper was do-able, there are some which I don't really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but at least I was sure half of the paper was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Biopsych is seriously... omgosh :( I really do not dare to get the results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I thought MCQs would be easy, boy, was I wrong, it was tougher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There are 5 choices -.- all also I never hear before one, or all also damn close one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;damn fail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;larr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pek chek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The weather here is so hot, I am so pissed, everyday after class while I walk back to the room, it'll be like as if I'm sweating after a 10km run, seriously, it is THAT bad :( to make matter worst, my room only has aircond, no fan at all, I'm killing mothernature every day, I'm sorry, I know I am very contradicting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; lah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but no choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sorry Earth! I still love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am recycling everyday &amp;amp; I walk, everyday here, no petrol wasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;see! I'm repaying back :x  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but, I think my aircond is the HCFC (Hydrochlorofluorocarbon)  one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the energy-efficient, cost effective &amp;amp; environment friendly thing :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;anyway, midterms aren't over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i have two more papers, one next tues, another next thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;at least these two papers aren't that bad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;stupid biopsych, I still have to study you in year 2 wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;fml :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i shall sleep now wtf its 6.27pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so much for afternoon nap -.- turning out to be night nap :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-6315445250743193010?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/6315445250743193010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-8603572802405808110</id><published>2010-02-05T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:53:12.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm sorry I screwed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;there's really nothing much left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-7874228181366673405</id><published>2010-01-19T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:39:46.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Have you ever woke up one day feeling all uneasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Like the night before, you were having the time of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&amp;amp; the next morning, you're awake all down (worried, sad, sick, etc...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm pretty sure everyone went through that :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it can't be just me, it's kinda bipolar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I still miss my home every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but I'll be here for the next few years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Guess I'll have to learn to adapt changes in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This week marks the second week of university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I feel old, seriously, university makes me feel old :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;then again... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes when I sit alone in this room, I wonder if I made the right decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To leave the place I called home for the past 18 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To leave the island where most &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(95% of)&lt;/span&gt; my family &amp;amp; friends gather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To leave the heavenly paradise of food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To come to this place, so new, so &lt;i&gt;unhomely&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To gain lifetime experiences of being independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To let the parents worry so much of their only daughter's safety and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Have I really made the right decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is it worth it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After all its just KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;*convincingggggg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;like hello, its only 4 hours driving or 45 minutes plane, from Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Why the hell am I making it sound like I'm leaving to UK or US wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wtf am i thinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I already decided to come, why am i doubting my decision this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;KL &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; so bad I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;there's no place like home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS: I MISS GENTING's CHEECHEONGFUN ^^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the peanut butter smell and taste, the softness in your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the paste of which you can barely smell the strong prawn paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GENTING CHEE CHEONG FUN FTW!! :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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ever?'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-1113383512205159260</id><published>2010-01-18T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:26:41.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you from me ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just have to tell you, I'm not so sure what I'd do without you. I know it's cold outside, but this late night is just no fun without you, and I just wanted to say thanks; you're the only reason I've smiled in days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-1113383512205159260?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/1113383512205159260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=1113383512205159260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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trying to slowly get used to life here right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very different from Penang but I'll get a hang of it soon enough &lt;i&gt;I guess&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everyone back in Penang tho :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL isn't all that glamorous, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being the first few to leave Penang definitely suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;macam &lt;/i&gt;the first experiment &lt;i&gt;kat&lt;/i&gt; KL :P&lt;br /&gt;lol (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, I'm just updating cause I realised I haven't been blogging for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed blogging :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will probably blog more now that I'm away from all distractions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='beginning'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-502379930973019314</id><published>2009-12-17T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:45:58.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>results came out&lt;div&gt;ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should be kinda happy right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am I not, at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350758287579524958.post-4672218247437905019</id><published>2009-12-15T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:00:11.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is then</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just realised I haven't been updating my blog like I used to, last year, before SPM and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do not really know why I just stopped, it's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not like I'm totally busy :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;maybe I was, college, one year crash course, pre-university course = never easy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but I never regretted choosing SAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ok this is suppose to be my come back post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because college ended, but no, I still don't get my long awaited holidays like I always say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am getting my results tomorrow, 6 am to be exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;after 11 months of studying, busy writing reports, doing assignments, tonnes of mini test and the MAJOR FINALS O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is the time everyone is most afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what we can do now is wish for the best and expect the worst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm actually an optimist but life sucks, you gotta add some pessimism to equalize it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I won't say I'll fair damn well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for now, I just hope to pass, I'd be really happy if i do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this year is coming to an end soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;like in a blink of the eye, its year end already :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this year is definitely one of the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this year :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  I went for January intake despite the fact I told everyone January intake is for people who cannot wait to study -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  I am maid-less, after 17 years of depending on maids, I'm finally maid-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  I learned how to cook mee using a microwave (lame) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  I got into my 1st accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I met some amazing people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.  I sat in front of the comp for 16 hours straight doing assignment :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.  I drifted and never die :P HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8.  I turned legal =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9.  SAM NIGHT 2009 was made POSSIBLE :D and also SAM MAGAZINE ZOMG :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. I hiked up Penang Hill in the middle of the night :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; etc etc :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't believe its going to be over soooooooon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;arghhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, I've been eating outside so much these days since my maid left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss home made dishes, now I understand the important of homemade food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;RESULTS IN 10 HOURS TIME. zzommmggggwtfbbqccbknnmcb :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;slit my wrist, cut my throat, take my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MAKE ME BLIND :O i dare not look at the results laterrrrrrr :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HELLO  2009, I have 16 more days with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will miss you when you're gone, 2010 better be good :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll blog more I guess :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;heheheheh. I'm like free, EVERYDAY :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350758287579524958-4672218247437905019?l=sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/feeds/4672218247437905019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350758287579524958&amp;postID=4672218247437905019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4672218247437905019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350758287579524958/posts/default/4672218247437905019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetconceitedsins.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-then.html' title='this is then'/><author><name>Adelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929176498943423745</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/_Fy-8TuZh1H8/SPR-vrqaT_I/AAAAAAAAA94/Zo5EPzO9VYU/S220/PA010462.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
