<?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-7956020221024377027</id><updated>2011-08-28T21:46:30.108+08:00</updated><category term='album.'/><category term='Park JaeBeom'/><category term='20th June 2009'/><category term='seriously just get away.'/><category term='i think im in love with my lucky charm.'/><category term='you held my hand'/><category term='say love instead of happy.'/><category term='mind you.'/><category term='things happen/'/><category term='BEAST Overdose.'/><category term='its not even close to complete without you here.'/><category term='claiming you love me.'/><category term='too near already and it feels so right.'/><category term='you are so cute.'/><category term='weird but so real.'/><category term='aneroxia nervosa/birthday.'/><category term='you have to wait for me.'/><category term='i love my girls and boy.'/><category term='won&apos;t you promise me?'/><category term='gehb'/><category term='De&apos;ey-forh'/><category term='Unreasonably Stupid.'/><category term='you make me think so much'/><category term='get lost.'/><category term='say it again for me.'/><category term='love/.'/><category term='stop being bitchy about us you dumbass'/><category term='26th june 2009'/><category term='my friend.'/><category term='I used to know her brother.'/><category term='are you happy? are you sad? i don&apos;t care.'/><category term='why baby why?'/><category term='nick.'/><category term='do you always have to do this?'/><category term='i didn&apos;t even turned to look at you to say goodbye.'/><category term='fams.'/><category term='buy me some nice pizza.'/><category term='you&apos;re near'/><category term='six candles.'/><category term='^^'/><category term='something missing.'/><category term='untouched'/><category term='love sucks'/><category term='yayay'/><category term='Five Four Three Two Me.'/><category term='you.'/><category term='XOXO'/><category term='don&apos;t runaway.'/><category term='did you? did you forget about me?'/><category term='You got to stop talking to me.'/><category term='weeewwewewewe'/><category term='i wish you would know whats inside my heart'/><category term='inside school compund.'/><category term='LOVE YOU TWO BEST'/><category term='imsomnia.'/><category term='LOVE YOU BEST'/><category term='i feel so comfortable with you around.'/><category term='deep down'/><category term='Twelve long months.'/><category term='set me free'/><category term='On the nights of night.'/><category term='im done here.'/><category term='b'/><category term='i love my girls.'/><category term='little miss Hudgen&apos;s song (:'/><category term='you&apos;ll never know.'/><category term='J or F?'/><category term='i can&apos;t believe you.'/><category term='the wonder years'/><category term='your words are cold.'/><category term='love and jealousy.'/><category term='i&apos;ll be thanking you someday.'/><category term='i think faizuli is very cute.'/><category term='iloveyou boy.'/><category term='stop it.'/><category term='make-believe'/><category term='dont know why either/'/><category term='loves/favourites'/><category term='everything&apos;s changing.'/><category term='goodbye.'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='def'/><category term='stupid-idiotic-fucking-bitch'/><category term='Im just too lucky.'/><category term='you&apos;re too near.'/><category term='radiors'/><category term='now'/><category term='Im so indecisive.'/><category term='F'/><category term='thanks babby.'/><category term='its because of you.'/><category term='You just lied to me'/><category term='happy v.Day'/><category term='i love this song alot(:'/><category term='take me along with you.'/><category term='it may sound ridiculous to you but i miss you ^__^'/><category term='i can save myself.'/><category term='181108'/><category term='im just a girl who fell in love with a boy.'/><category term='i don&apos;t want you to runaway.'/><category term='learn how to say &quot;i love you&quot;'/><category term='that was a good one'/><category term='End of chapter 63.'/><category term='guys like you should stay away from a girl like me.'/><category term='bleah'/><category term='Give me a call.'/><category term='sentosaLOVE'/><category term='you prove me wrong.'/><category term='(Hearts)'/><category term='good for you but the best for us.'/><category term='beat exam stress/'/><category term='how stupid can you be?'/><category term='what about it.'/><category term='sayang .'/><category term='i should have known better.'/><category term='ily(:'/><category term='i don&apos;t need a hero'/><category term='to be in love with my bestfriend'/><category term='i won&apos;t rest until you&apos;re mine.'/><category term='mm'/><category term='Are you impersonating Holly?'/><category term='if you love me.'/><category term='BLEAH.'/><category term='im still a v'/><category term='why unhappy?'/><category term='man'/><category term='i&apos;ll still wait even if it takes forever i&apos;ll still will cause you make me.'/><category term='you are the one.'/><category term='XOXO.'/><category term='what.'/><category term='pretty boy love handsome girl.'/><category term='ah...love.'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='smile. cry. laugh.'/><category term='waxing'/><category term='now everybody&apos;s happy.'/><category term='its time you let go.'/><category term='6 more days'/><category term='and you are?'/><category term='i can only hear your voice ringing through the noise.'/><category term='xoexo'/><category term='love.'/><category term='m'/><category term='im going and so are you. But why?'/><category term='talk to me.'/><category term='Nothing but a T-shirt.'/><category term='are you looking for me?'/><category term='Friday.'/><category term='efa'/><category term='i love my girls'/><category term='*__*'/><category term='bleah blah bloo.'/><category term='cause somehow i know.'/><category term='try it'/><category term='my home cooked meal (:'/><category term='DNADNADNADNADNA'/><category term='aren&apos;t you afraid?'/><category term='you can find the truth.'/><category term='im tired of lying to myself.'/><category term='shutup.'/><category term='loves/.'/><category term='Geee'/><category term='second post.'/><category term='fdg'/><category term='i love ME'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>ERDINA.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7508564214119384090</id><published>2010-06-21T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:51:48.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TRYING TO FIND ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wrappedaroundyourfingers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-7508564214119384090?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7508564214119384090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7508564214119384090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7508564214119384090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7508564214119384090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/06/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-3710715466923795906</id><published>2010-06-16T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:14:10.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEAST Overdose.'/><title type='text'>I could really use a wish right now.</title><content type='html'>Well, this is annoying. In the midst of uploading files/pictures/videos onto the computer, the electricity power chose to shut down and leave me to re-do everything again and again. But whatever, watching my boys&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; videos online cheered me a little. Haha, and i still do remember the day whereby i promised myself and &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, that i will never let myself be a fangirl of any other idol groups besides 2PM (&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;they're still my no. 1!!&lt;/span&gt;) but, i no longer stick to my words, and i dont really care. &lt;br /&gt;Well, here I'll feed you with a video and peeeeeek-tures of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;"&gt;B2ST/BEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (!!!!) &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0WPGB0dSow&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0WPGB0dSow&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiadxNBd4I/AAAAAAAABts/jiieVabdk5E/s1600/tumblr_l42u78uOrr1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiadxNBd4I/AAAAAAAABts/jiieVabdk5E/s400/tumblr_l42u78uOrr1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiZq5eNqEI/AAAAAAAABs8/UVuy_Ry6zQQ/s1600/tumblr_l3ui5j0L2Y1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiZq5eNqEI/AAAAAAAABs8/UVuy_Ry6zQQ/s400/tumblr_l3ui5j0L2Y1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiZ90f5_CI/AAAAAAAABtE/7sn47wljhBM/s640/tumblr_l3u0vt6HEn1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ACT CUTE DJ, &amp;lt;3&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiaAMwhJ9I/AAAAAAAABtM/yLO6CuHnGxQ/s1600/tumblr_l3tx6mCafr1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiaAMwhJ9I/AAAAAAAABtM/yLO6CuHnGxQ/s640/tumblr_l3tx6mCafr1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiaCD_SBGI/AAAAAAAABtU/NPX9ArjqqGk/s1600/tumblr_l3twseQIK41qaz00ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiaCD_SBGI/AAAAAAAABtU/NPX9ArjqqGk/s640/tumblr_l3twseQIK41qaz00ho1_500.jpg" width="457" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I LOVE DJ's TEETH.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiaDyShWhI/AAAAAAAABtc/gRpyjO3bW8w/s1600/tumblr_l3tw89GXvc1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiaDyShWhI/AAAAAAAABtc/gRpyjO3bW8w/s400/tumblr_l3tw89GXvc1qaz00ho1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiabIys_TI/AAAAAAAABtk/ORuZgOujnBo/s1600/tumblr_l42ub6L3T91qaz00ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiabIys_TI/AAAAAAAABtk/ORuZgOujnBo/s400/tumblr_l42ub6L3T91qaz00ho1_500.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I watched how people or rather girls claiming they're a fan of certain idol group just as when the Korean Wave starts crashing in and really, its annoying when i realized that many magazines/wtv featured them everytime. I reckon the world will soon be dominated by idol groups from Korea given how people are always being bombard with different materials featuring them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-3710715466923795906?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3710715466923795906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=3710715466923795906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3710715466923795906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3710715466923795906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-could-really-use-wish-right-now.html' title='I could really use a wish right now.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBiadxNBd4I/AAAAAAAABts/jiieVabdk5E/s72-c/tumblr_l42u78uOrr1qaz00ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2719960926457959901</id><published>2010-06-15T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:31:40.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell in a perfect way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;buttermyheart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, i changed my url for tumblr and yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haha cant blame me for being fickle-minded.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBcml6AsTQI/AAAAAAAABsk/_Z8dc-9J6Z8/s1600/tumblr_l3y6vlGmz81qar00lo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBcml6AsTQI/AAAAAAAABsk/_Z8dc-9J6Z8/s400/tumblr_l3y6vlGmz81qar00lo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBclpx-lQ1I/AAAAAAAABsc/VheOw3EYBBE/s1600/mom.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBclpx-lQ1I/AAAAAAAABsc/VheOw3EYBBE/s400/mom.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr keeps me happy. Well anyway, I have decided to keep blogging and at the same time Tumblr-ing. So here, I'll give you a quick update on everything that has happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We still had school for the first week of June holidays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did practically nothing on the second week, except for catching up on dramas, eat and procrastinate more and more each day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went out to celebrate A's 16th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was supposed to be at EC for BBQ with my girls and boys today but had to follow my momma go somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I planned to get down to some serious business, to get my brains working but my plan(s) backfired. Im too caught up with other things that i didnt follow my TT faithfully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant think of anything else right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;xoxo.&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/7956020221024377027-2719960926457959901?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2719960926457959901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2719960926457959901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2719960926457959901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2719960926457959901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-fell-in-perfect-way.html' title='I fell in a perfect way.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TBcml6AsTQI/AAAAAAAABsk/_Z8dc-9J6Z8/s72-c/tumblr_l3y6vlGmz81qar00lo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7771179601659296768</id><published>2010-06-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:40:20.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there.</title><content type='html'>I have decided to not use blogger anymore and officially moved to Tumblr. haaha. although that isnt really news coz people already started to follow me there. Well anyway, i found it hard to update both at the same time and finally decided on one alternative. Well, follow me &lt;a href="http://www.xoexo.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~! &lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-7771179601659296768?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7771179601659296768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7771179601659296768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7771179601659296768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7771179601659296768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-there.html' title='Hello there.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8702584737665158161</id><published>2010-05-31T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:34:42.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoexo'/><title type='text'>honestly i still do.</title><content type='html'>Its funny how &lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt; always ends with a &lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how &lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;good memories&lt;/span&gt; can start to make you &lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how &lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; never really seems to&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt; last&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how &lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; can just leave you when you're &lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how much you'd &lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt; if you forgot about you &lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;br /&gt;Its funny how when you &lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b;"&gt;need someone&lt;/span&gt; and they're&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never around&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how when people &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; and they think they're so much &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how many &lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt; can be packed in one &lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;love letter&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people &lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt; even though they cant &lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;one night&lt;/span&gt; can contain so much &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;ironic life&lt;/span&gt; turns out to be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;But the funniest part of all, none of that is funny to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a lighter note, malay paper was manageable. I was lucky to be able to remember what i had studied for the night before and yes, i did what Cikgu Sally told me to ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-8702584737665158161?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8702584737665158161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8702584737665158161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8702584737665158161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8702584737665158161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-funny-how-hello-always-ends-with.html' title='honestly i still do.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2965892751225024425</id><published>2010-05-29T14:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:51:09.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my girls'/><title type='text'>Love makes the world go round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TAC1GBGByII/AAAAAAAABrg/D-7DKTRIqm8/s1600/tumblr_kxhx6mNxLj1qaa89oo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TAC1GBGByII/AAAAAAAABrg/D-7DKTRIqm8/s400/tumblr_kxhx6mNxLj1qaa89oo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As promised, I have managed to make this come together and look pretty/nice but its not yet fully completely done.So, just wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few days ago, my girls and i sat together(xcept &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;-coz she needs to visit her grandpa and &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;) to talk through things. We talked about nothing and everything all at once. From about boys to friends, we talked about almost everything that we had never mentioned it to each other. Frankly speaking, i felt better after spilling my-so-called-secret(s) out in our little game coz really, it feels nice to talk about things with someone instead of letting all the worry sit inside me like a big cold knot and i am reallyreallyreally glad and relieved &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;'s not mad at me ^^-and its really amazing how her instincts are always right. Well anyway, it took me a while to tell them the truth that i had to muster up some courage but still, its good that everyone accept it very well. Its really really gooooooood &amp;lt;: I remember the atmosphere was a little too tense with the other girls waiting for words to come out of me looking rather a little solemn and I sat there hoping someone would get bored waiting that they decided to change topic. But no, they waited there patiently and im actually glad with what happened. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through everything, the saddest part was when &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt; mentioned about &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;only-we-know-what&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; her words circled through my brain ever since then. and I really hoped none of those things will apply to us in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, i understand that time flies like the wind, now that the malay O's is drawing near and i have yet to memorize Peribahasa. But i'll manage that later. Ha Ha. Wish me Luck~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i cant believe that i am still crushing on you. Even after all these times, it is still you that i like/want/love.&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADUWFsqBRI/AAAAAAAABsM/oi2vircSwTM/s1600/prima.+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADUWFsqBRI/AAAAAAAABsM/oi2vircSwTM/s400/prima.+036.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was during our POP. More on facebook though, ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-2965892751225024425?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2965892751225024425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2965892751225024425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2965892751225024425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2965892751225024425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Love makes the world go round.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TAC1GBGByII/AAAAAAAABrg/D-7DKTRIqm8/s72-c/tumblr_kxhx6mNxLj1qaa89oo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-3309098028569362803</id><published>2010-05-24T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:53:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll update more 2morrow/the next time i log in coz im dead tired right now, and i have to turn in early in order to survive many hours of intensive mother tounge 2morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent an hour or so trying to 'fix' this thing but i reckon its coz it has been quite a while since i last logged in so it was a little tough for me. well anyway, since it doesnt want to cooperate with me for now, i figured to give up and stick to whatever but i promised to make it look prettier for your eyes to see soon (i dont know how soon, but soon!) i'll put in a playlist and all the typical stuffs a normal blog would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, recently i realized how friends are important in life. i mean, without going deep into the details i already know how important they are to me, just like how sleep and eat is important. but it suddenly dawned on me that i depend on them alot (and i really mean ALOT!!). *sigh* i love my girls. given how people knew me better as the "forever lost-girl", im so glad my girls are always there with me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-3309098028569362803?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3309098028569362803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=3309098028569362803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3309098028569362803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3309098028569362803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-update-more-2morrowthe-next-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8295850914524936218</id><published>2010-01-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:34:25.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S2Bc7drpVgI/AAAAAAAABqM/aIp_pDZ2okM/s1600-h/tumblr_kwpq531eVo1qalo5jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S2Bc7drpVgI/AAAAAAAABqM/aIp_pDZ2okM/s640/tumblr_kwpq531eVo1qalo5jo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&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/7956020221024377027-8295850914524936218?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8295850914524936218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8295850914524936218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8295850914524936218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8295850914524936218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-you.html' title='ITS YOU.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S2Bc7drpVgI/AAAAAAAABqM/aIp_pDZ2okM/s72-c/tumblr_kwpq531eVo1qalo5jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4417082900085143661</id><published>2010-01-19T20:34:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:27:49.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things happen/'/><title type='text'>its a different thing altogether.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S1W3LG-xGFI/AAAAAAAABqE/1Tgx5xGIqAc/s1600-h/b200766774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S1W3LG-xGFI/AAAAAAAABqE/1Tgx5xGIqAc/s640/b200766774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Met Nabihah early in the morning and head off to school for SL meeting but apparently there wasnt. E says it will be in the canteen but it was in the classroom and i didnt know the venue had changed so somewhat, i went to school earlier than usual for nothing. But luckily she was there cause at least i wont make myself look like a pathetic loser if i were to just sit there and stare into space. HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway,, M B's gonna have a babbbbbbbbbbbby sooooooon. i dont know how soon but soon. HA HA HA. i hate it everytime M Y &amp;amp; M T sits in and talks about our O's which is starting in a few days time and how some of us are not trying. Well we are, okaayy!! You guys dont live with us so you dont know what we do when we're home. Plus we dont need you two to keep rubbing into it thank you very much. Rest assured we'll bring glory to the school's name. HA HA HA HA HA~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year is pretty tough. Cause why?. Cause, Science remedial till 5pm every monday, CCA till late evening every Wednesday, Math remedial till 4pm every thursday, tuition every Friday, Math on Saturdays and to top it off we still have to worry about our prepration for CS's 'O' and juggle our homeworks and life. How in the world am i to survive?I dont know how but i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This basically sums up how my life's cycle gonna be like throughout twenty ten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Boring boring |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BUT YOU KEEP ME ALIVE! HA.HA.HA.HA.HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps/ &lt;i&gt;OMFGZXZXZ!!!!&lt;/i&gt; TODAY IS PROLLY THE MOST HUMILIATING MOMENT EVER! IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE I HAVE NEVER FELT THIS BIG BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps// I DONT KNOW WHY EVERYTHING YOU SAY OR DO MATTERS TO ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-4417082900085143661?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4417082900085143661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4417082900085143661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4417082900085143661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4417082900085143661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-remember-to-love.html' title='its a different thing altogether.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S1W3LG-xGFI/AAAAAAAABqE/1Tgx5xGIqAc/s72-c/b200766774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4242100674694887024</id><published>2010-01-10T23:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:38:18.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got too much on my plate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S0oQfGm3vyI/AAAAAAAABpc/H8civhUBffI/s1600-h/np.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S0oQfGm3vyI/AAAAAAAABpc/H8civhUBffI/s640/np.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a student is harder than you thought. With so much homeworks and courseworks you have yet to complete and you dread everytime you realized the duedate is reaching. Believe me, i know how it feels. Plus to top it off, you'll be sitting for a major exam sooooooooon and you've got a whole lot of things to study for especially for things like math science related. &amp;amp; then you started to think that life sucks. But nobody ever says life was an easy one. Life isnt fair so get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing tests/exams fear me most because all the teachers would comment about how the marks will be collate together into our report. &amp;amp; then they talked about the future and its almost equivalent to say that we'll have a bleak future if we're doing nothing about it. But what am i to do when i've already given my all for it but still flunked it? It always happens to me everytime. and so im determined to commit myself to a year of serious studying no more computer no more spending hours on fb no more this and that. Its all about going to school, coming back home with piles of notes and revision. Well i hope i could stick to my words and atleast stop procrastinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really went for a tuition before and now i want to. Well, i hope my mom allows it cause i know how money is tight for the family. I know how it has been quite an issue. I'll try my utmost best to scrimp &amp;amp; save. I'll starve myself if i have to. Im used to it so i'll be just fine without food. I know how my mom has been complaining saying i spent the most in the family. Well... yeah, that is a little true. I mean, i still have alot of clothes that i have yet to wear them and keep buying new sets. I demand too much from my mum. I asked for so much things. I always complained about how i think i dont own that many shoes just like her. &amp;amp; Recently, my mum bought me a few more pairs of shoes and bags. &amp;amp; i still complained i do not have many clothes to choose from. So, im not gonna do that anymore. Im gonna let that few bucks be my tuition fees instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have to put aside my desires and prioritize my needs instead cause i really really need to improve on math &amp;amp; science. I HAVE TOOO! Die die i must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; CS 'o' level's starting in a week time. The thought of it already scares me. I have to use alot of the computer and start on documentation which is around 70 pages (?!) and all. &lt;i&gt;GOSH, ISNT THIS TOO MUCH?!?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;I THINK SO IT IS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-4242100674694887024?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4242100674694887024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4242100674694887024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4242100674694887024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4242100674694887024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-much-on-my-plate.html' title='I&apos;ve got too much on my plate.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S0oQfGm3vyI/AAAAAAAABpc/H8civhUBffI/s72-c/np.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8323807134485685524</id><published>2010-01-04T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:49:28.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*__*'/><title type='text'>Ohh, what a bimbo.</title><content type='html'>Today marks the fourth day of 2010, the first day of school to be precise. and...all we ever did was to sit in through talks and try our best to make it through. Its gonna be my final year but it didnt feel like it. Hhah, and i actually had forgotten, for once that i am now a sec4 kid. I still write my class as 3e3. But yeah, i'll get use to it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;(sigghhhh) It still feels good to be back at school after 2 long months of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not fun when the moment you woke up and you heard rain drops and then you start dreading time cause you hate it everytime it rains. &amp;amp; then you would have to rush everything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have yet to complete my cs coursework DIE! and... was due on the last day of school. hahah, but nahh. Given how good my class is, i bet only a few person did theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, im doing this post just for the sake of posting. I dont&amp;nbsp; really see myself blog that much like how i used to then later in the near future. But still, i'll try my veery best to update almost everything. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S0H49p3RgOI/AAAAAAAABpU/9jAJVXBvhwk/s1600-h/topstories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S0H49p3RgOI/AAAAAAAABpU/9jAJVXBvhwk/s640/topstories.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ps/ you knew it but you dont act like you do. whyyyyy! &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/7956020221024377027-8323807134485685524?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8323807134485685524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8323807134485685524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8323807134485685524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8323807134485685524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohh-what-bimbo.html' title='Ohh, what a bimbo.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/S0H49p3RgOI/AAAAAAAABpU/9jAJVXBvhwk/s72-c/topstories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7489606011069484551</id><published>2009-12-31T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:54:51.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your words are cold.'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzykxWYbgRI/AAAAAAAABpM/_SNt7K2pOm8/s1600-h/prima.+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzykxWYbgRI/AAAAAAAABpM/_SNt7K2pOm8/s640/prima.+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;GOTTA LOVE THOSE SEQUIN DRESS! haaha, i dont think purple (or is it blue?) suits me though.&amp;amp; believe me, they're pretty heavy for a dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be merrier with the presence of a few more person but plan(s) backfired due to &lt;i&gt;some people&lt;/i&gt;. So. in the end, it came down to the both of us but thats fine. Like totally. So then we walked around aimlessly, letting our feets explore hidden parts of Singapore. We walked everywhere thats possible &amp;amp; eventually got lost for a while but we managed to figure our way out. sighhhhhhhhh, we had much fun today. i just realised i hadnt had anything for breakfast, lunch, dinner, for the whole time i was out today. &amp;amp; i dont mind not eating for a day. hahaah, oh on another note, NEW YEAR'S COMING!!!!!&amp;nbsp; which is a few hours away. &amp;amp; its Hurul's bday tooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;hhahahah, i looooooove her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird how it didnt feel like a new year. rather, it feels....... like some typical days of '09. it doesnt feel like school's gonna commence in a few days time. it doesnt feel anything like that. but whatever, im still anticipating every last moment of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i didnt expect to see you there either, (grunts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-7489606011069484551?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7489606011069484551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7489606011069484551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7489606011069484551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7489606011069484551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009-hello-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzykxWYbgRI/AAAAAAAABpM/_SNt7K2pOm8/s72-c/prima.+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8873023185445014103</id><published>2009-12-29T01:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:07:10.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ah...love.'/><title type='text'>I LOVE MY MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzjoK8p6EPI/AAAAAAAABjE/TXwxVh_PH8c/s1600-h/kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzjoK8p6EPI/AAAAAAAABjE/TXwxVh_PH8c/s640/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who first came to your mind everytime you heard a love song being played on the radio? who first came to your mind when you saw a movie about love? &amp;amp;who would you have thought of first when you see a pair of lovebirds walking down the streets holding hands? of course, everything ought to remind you of your significant other, whoever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, almost everyone i know already has a girl/boyfriend. &amp;amp; Noo, i do not say i am jealous or anything. everyone's in love. So? i dont get how some people thinks that you can only be happier if you got one. and recently, i came across a person &lt;u&gt;(whom i do not know)&lt;/u&gt; who actually counts the number of days she has been single and actually celebrate it with her friends. (laughs) how, silly. i mean no offense but frankly speaking, thats pretty stupid of a thing. but yeah, never mind about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, i looove how some people actually stays true and reallyreally lasts. &amp;amp; i cant help it. Im too impressed with their ways to be jealous. hahaha, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In any case, i dont really believe in love, cause after all you're not gonna marry the person you are with right now, ....right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i dont know why i had to do this kind of post either, but oh well (sighhhhhhhhhh).something urge me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an another note, i dont know what to say but...WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYBODY?&amp;nbsp; i mean, why be mad at the malays &amp;amp; saying that we're racists when clearly, Sezairi happened to win more votes than Sylvia? it wasnt our fault that Sylvia didnt win that title. Why is everybody against his winning anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I DIDNT KNOW MS.Z WAS GETTING MARRIED ON THE 12th. IF ONLY WE HAD KNOWN EARLIER, NABIHAH &amp;amp; I WOULD HAVE ALREADY BEEN WITNESSING EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-8873023185445014103?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8873023185445014103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8873023185445014103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8873023185445014103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8873023185445014103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-my-mom.html' title='I LOVE MY MOM!'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzjoK8p6EPI/AAAAAAAABjE/TXwxVh_PH8c/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1669743665729704323</id><published>2009-12-23T15:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:14:53.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop it.'/><title type='text'>Ask a friend dot com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzHB75i90II/AAAAAAAABi0/kml_iWh6YBU/s1600-h/15956_210135698604_719943604_2995357_7828428_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzHB75i90II/AAAAAAAABi0/kml_iWh6YBU/s640/15956_210135698604_719943604_2995357_7828428_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;im not sure how to feel. im not sure what i feel. i never felt this big. i never thought i would. but its the only thing im sure of. sometimes its just the words that pains me. i cant live like that. sometimes i wish i could tell you but was too afraid to know what you're gonna think/say. &amp;amp; yes, i am aware of how great of a person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, seeing the new batch of sec one's coming in to school for orientation today was far more exciting than having to spend the afternoon cleaning SL room. hhaah, i was assigned to assist Mr. R and i think we did a pretty good job in handling the parents. Some were rather ignorant, i'd say. &amp;amp; i remember there was a parent who were 2 hours late and they came in and didnt ask for a queue number and next thing, they admitted that it was their turn to be served. We both werent aware of that until we asked for the number and then they told us "Oh, we didnt took it. We just came and sat in here". Haah, and Mr. R was like, "Damn". Of course, after they walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quite a nice person. I mean, before today i never actually talked to him much less sort of worked together. I didnt know he was married and had a three-year-old daughter. Haah, and he was actually the first non-malay person who hasnt had a hard time remembering or to pronounce my name correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay then, thats about all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzHLhrh-n9I/AAAAAAAABi8/dKbDHa7yuEQ/s1600-h/galleria+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzHLhrh-n9I/AAAAAAAABi8/dKbDHa7yuEQ/s640/galleria+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well this was last week's. &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/7956020221024377027-1669743665729704323?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1669743665729704323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1669743665729704323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1669743665729704323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1669743665729704323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/12/legal.html' title='Ask a friend dot com'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SzHB75i90II/AAAAAAAABi0/kml_iWh6YBU/s72-c/15956_210135698604_719943604_2995357_7828428_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1041868257835102662</id><published>2009-12-22T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:20:38.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Four Three Two Me.'/><title type='text'>One Two Three Four You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Heyy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its been a while. Yes, it has. I told you i had this camp &amp;amp; SL thing at some park. Yeah so the only why they organized this thing was to help us bond hence it was named, "SL Bonding Day". hahahah, we had fun under the scorching sun which darkened my skin. Yeah, but still. That day was reallyreaaaaally gross, just ask anyone. Well anyway, i dont know why but Ms.C insisted that we should all be call councilors and in a way was forced to wear a tie to school. Gosh, as far as i can remember the last time i put on a tie to school was 4 years ago/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of which, can you believe school is going to commence in 2 weeks time? Well, I cant. Im sooo going to miss sitting at home doing nothing. Im gonna miss watching television the whole day until i fell asleep. Im gonna miss waking up late, sleeping my heads off till late afternoon. Im gonna miss the thrill everytime i think of doing anything this holiday. Im going to miss feeling the fun of doing nothing. Call me weird or anything, im already used to it, im probably gonna be numb hearing that from you. New year's is in 2 weeks time which means in other words, its time to make new resolutions. Well at least thats what everyone does or gonna do. I hate this part of the year. Make plans, resolutions things like that. I suck at it. Everytime i make new resolutions, it will fall flat oin their faces in like, two days. (sighhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on, today was (stoned). AHAHA, i dont know how today is. We had to clean SL room which was rather gross cause they found roaches, lizards &amp;amp; weird things. Looking back, i reckon that room has not been cleaned ever since the furniture was being brought in. Cause not a single spot was dust-free. All in all, we didnt do anything much. The boys did most of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On an another note, few days back over the weekend, my mommyy brought us to bugis to allow us to indulge ourselves in some serious shopping. Of course, my dad drove us there. Yeah anyway, the moment we got there, each of them gave us 50 bucks &amp;amp; we were told to spend on whatever we want and they told us to bargain, haha which im worst at. Hahahah, with that kind of money means alot for someone like me. But still, i managed to get most of what i desire. Hahah, the money wasnt enough anyway so my mom had to fork out a few more dollars. (sighhhhh) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Life's good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, it is. Hahah, till today i marveled at how unpredictable parents can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sidetracking a little, besides the every other day, today has got to be on my top list of 'The best day ever'. I dont know how im feeling but definitely &lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;beyond ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (Chuckles) Im watching PH cause someone actually loves this veryvery much and has been asking me to watch it since last year? or was it this year? Haha, cant recall. Plus, besides that, i am listening to the best songs ever sang by a friend via &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;.(smiles from ear to ear) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7956020221024377027-1041868257835102662?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1041868257835102662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1041868257835102662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1041868257835102662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1041868257835102662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='One Two Three Four You.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-6439184406106079880</id><published>2009-12-11T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:33:18.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert many hearts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFWnsby1boI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFWnsby1boI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, &lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;GOTTA LOVE THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;ps/i think my playlist looks ridiculously huge and hideous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-6439184406106079880?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6439184406106079880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=6439184406106079880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6439184406106079880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6439184406106079880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/12/insert-many-hearts.html' title='(insert many hearts)'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-449787653750780551</id><published>2009-12-11T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:04:50.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything&apos;s changing.'/><title type='text'>what why!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, hi. Its been a couple of days since i last did a proper update. Well, nothing happened actually. Nothing tragic or unpleasant things happened actually. At least there's no serious major breakdown or anything, now. But...i still hate this stinging sensation. Yup, i still do. I've been trying to get my mum here, but i cant seemed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhow. These last few days i cannot figured out why oh why i cannot get some sleep. I've been tossing and turning and trying hard to let myself fall into deep sleep by just closing my eyes hoping it would work but yeah..it didnt at all. It feels almost like insomnia. (laughs) Two nights before, i remember i couldnt sleep at all no matter how heavy my eyes were i still couldnt. So i reached for the nearest clock (well does a telephone that tells time count?) and only realised it was already 3am and beyond. Yes, i was rather a little annoyed with myself so then i woke my sister up and guess what happens next? (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As weird as it sounds or as stupid as it is, we decided to cook ourselves some instant noodles. After quick minutes of deliberation, we finally did at around 4:30am. Given how bad my cooking skills are, the noodles doesnt tastes any good either. So we watched television just to store time. Well, everytime i see my reflection in the mirror gosh i cant help but really hate those dark circles. Everytime i wake up i'd say i tried instead of waking up to another tv guide. Plus nowadays my brother's being such a annoying little kid. Well no doubt he always is but recently he's annoying to the extent where at times i couldnt handle him and would eventually hurt him somewhere and he would retaliate by kicking back or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a little, someone gave me this link to a hilarious video that really would help perk up your mood if you're feeling down. You know, to help to take off everything for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHIWBukVrWg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHIWBukVrWg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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: left;"&gt;On an another note, Tabitha isnt in the idol anymore (pull a long face) Why oh why, s'pore should have been wiser to vote for Tabitha instead of Sezairi. Well..he does has a great voice too but T has got it better. Yeah in my opinion she does :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, after today, i have got camps and SLs activities lined up so i assure you that i'll have some good things to write here, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/7956020221024377027-449787653750780551?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/449787653750780551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=449787653750780551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/449787653750780551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/449787653750780551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-why.html' title='what why!'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5869009553576197167</id><published>2009-12-04T23:51:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:27:05.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what.'/><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont know whats gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5869009553576197167?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5869009553576197167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5869009553576197167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5869009553576197167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5869009553576197167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/12/jg.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4462359241293696399</id><published>2009-11-30T03:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:37:09.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXO'/><title type='text'>It hit me hard like a boomerang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SxLQJsiYbQI/AAAAAAAABhs/1-DZKvfvGzc/s1600/photoshoot+368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SxLQJsiYbQI/AAAAAAAABhs/1-DZKvfvGzc/s400/photoshoot+368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past minutes, i've been feeling rather a little numb over M.net's award show. Darn, i was hoping Jay would be there but he wasnt. I was hoping he would be with them to receive their award(s) but he wasnt. I could hear how Hottest cheered them on and always rooting for them as a whole. When i said as a whole, i really mean 7 of them. Ever since 2pm made a comeback as 6 person, they never did any music videos, if you noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of which, there are really really alot of girl groups or boybands starting to make their debut and not much of a new solo&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. But on the other hand, many singers from those GGs or BBs are starting to debut as a solo artists. But still, GGs and BBs will have enough to dominate the industry rather than a solo, dont you think so too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's beast mblaq f(x) and so much more, but i must admit i know little of them and im not even trying to google them.Well, maybe just not now. Or perhaps listening to their songs would do it. Im not going gaga over them like how the others are right now. Everyone's getting intoxicated with them. Apart from the obvious, i know nothing about them. &lt;u&gt;ABSOLUTE NOTHING&lt;/u&gt;. Yes, you saw it right. I may be labeling myself as a certified korean fan but yet i know nothing about them. Bottom Line, i still think my &lt;i&gt;boys&lt;/i&gt; shall forever be the best! (Grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well on an another note, its starting to get on my nerves how people always talks about k-pop related things on their blog. Clearly, i am aware that it is their own personal site thus they could write up on anything but its really annoying how &lt;b&gt;98%&lt;/b&gt; of every posts of theirs consists of nothing but only things pertaining to Korean entertainment. I visited quite a number of sites and stumbled upon a few sites' owners that are k-pop fan. Well i am a (huge) fan too, then, i used to think that by writing up about the latest korean news would somehow help perk up my blog or so (because its all about getting into the 'Korean wave' now) and refused to think otherwise but it just hit me how at times those things can really turned out to be very very boring and dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everytime i read those sites, i couldnt refrain myself from looking at it that way. I mean, why the hell are they always trying to make people find their sites such a bore.&amp;nbsp; Like seriously, if they are stating updates about the celebrities, everyone should be tech-savvy enough right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah, &lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;dont hate me&lt;/span&gt; just because you think im hitting on you. It doesnt have to be that way. This is my site too so i could write up on anything, right? And my apologies if i have offended you or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why blogger has got the dates mixed up. Today, right now, is the 28th Novmeber 2009.Haha, i suddenly just feel the need to correct this thing.(sigh) I am really really tired and my stomach's grumbling, to the extend due to many hours of standing plus no lunch (well, does 2 pieces of nuggets and a hotdog count?). On top off that, I dont know why but Ms.W seemed to enjoy making my life more miserable. I mean, why did i even get the scolding when it isnt my fault? (Grunts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps/ &lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;I'LL BE AWAY FOR A LITTLE WHILE &amp;amp;WILL BE BACK SOON WITH SOME GOOD UPDATES :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-4462359241293696399?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4462359241293696399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4462359241293696399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4462359241293696399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4462359241293696399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/11/somebody.html' title='It hit me hard like a boomerang.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SxLQJsiYbQI/AAAAAAAABhs/1-DZKvfvGzc/s72-c/photoshoot+368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5170203897842966983</id><published>2009-11-24T21:09:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:07:14.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good for you but the best for us.'/><title type='text'>Somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SxLUN5g0P2I/AAAAAAAABh0/Z0TUz3uyIDE/s1600/Q2N8d3KBWgy7m08gmsMH0tkco1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SxLUN5g0P2I/AAAAAAAABh0/Z0TUz3uyIDE/s640/Q2N8d3KBWgy7m08gmsMH0tkco1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEYOND ECSTATIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5170203897842966983?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5170203897842966983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5170203897842966983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5170203897842966983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5170203897842966983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/11/somebody-has-left-your-heart-waiting-in.html' title='Somebody.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SxLUN5g0P2I/AAAAAAAABh0/Z0TUz3uyIDE/s72-c/Q2N8d3KBWgy7m08gmsMH0tkco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2127774059989162313</id><published>2009-11-18T22:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:09:15.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont know why either/'/><title type='text'>I spread myself way too thin.</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/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SwQvGbvCr9I/AAAAAAAABg8/G53rkNO-9iU/s1600/photoshoot+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SwQvGbvCr9I/AAAAAAAABg8/G53rkNO-9iU/s400/photoshoot+321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405497240322224082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you know that you look seducing and sort of gay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*laughs* "yeah i know that. Never mind lah, still sexy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it went on something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, im back here. Im now free from camps or any such activities that kept me away from home for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarding the plane for 6 hours to Japan or so was rather less exciting as i how i had pictured it would be. Long bus rides was sooooooo much better.  Although, the sky started to turn dark at 5pm. In other words, 5pm (Japan time) is equivalent to 8pm(Spore time). PICTURE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The food there got better day by day. We were provided with seafood everyday, for almost every meal. I recall having served salmon almost every meal but it was good though. Hhaha. We had climbed Mt Aso on foot while some people decided to take the cable car instead and seen, with our very naked eye, a real active volcano. It was worth it, given that the view was rather magnificent. I remembered hearing everyone whining while walking but apparently, the feeling of excitement took over once we've reached the top (its not the peak anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were treated like a royal when in one of the local schools, Genkai Junior High School. The band members started playing the moment we stepped into their gym. The teachers were ushered to their seats along the side while all of us were being ushered to our seats prepared on the stage. It felt awkward initially cause i felt all eyes were darting towards us, everyone was watching us, everyone sincerely dedicated that few minutes of silence to us. It was a pleasure having to meet my partner, although i wish it was a girl. Both my partner and i were having a hard time communicating as we speak 2 diff. languages. Given that i only learned the basics, we were seriously in need of a translator. And lucky us that we decided to use sign language instead. Plus, i never knew that there were MOE officials until dinner time. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too, experienced typhoon and earthquake. I cant imagined that happened to Spore. Needless to say, the feeling was beyond words can say. I dont know how to feel at that point of time except being afraid, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen how a car is made or formed or whatever the term is, from scratch. They managed to produce 300 cars in half a day. I've experienced sleeping on a futon. Oh, and did i mentioned that the hotel staffs even willingly helped us open the door and prepared the futons that were found inside a wardrobe when we first came in. Japanese people are reallyreally nice people, that i can say. Needless to say, i miss Japan. Not just me, but also some other people. Although it was only a week long, it was easy for me to feel attached to the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the teachers reprimanded some of us for the things that we did which they had approved of the night before. We were mad at them for contradicting their own words. I swear we were pissed with them for a little while and did the punishment unwillingly. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night, after each group performed our items, it was finally time for expressing our gratitude and such. Ms T had tears at the brim of her eyes. I guessed she was moved by some of our words. We had a good laugh together, we experienced good and bad times together and still managed to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i'll prolly should stop here lest this post would became more draggy. Pictures will be on FB only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SwQWJ0DifRI/AAAAAAAABgk/BaJi_NiJGY8/s1600/13539_177877354513_675394513_2873959_3274178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SwQWJ0DifRI/AAAAAAAABgk/BaJi_NiJGY8/s400/13539_177877354513_675394513_2873959_3274178_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405469810599558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days after coming back from Japan, i had to attend the SL camp. It was rather a leisure camp for GMs. We played games throughout the camp.  At least, i now made some new friends. Yeah, and of course they were lectures and rendition. It was a great night. It was a great camp with great companions. and thanks to everyone who sang bday song for me right when the clock ticks at 12AM. Plus, watching night sky together with Esty Ani Fatin Ifa and the malay boys was fun! hhhaha, should do that more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-2127774059989162313?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2127774059989162313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2127774059989162313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2127774059989162313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2127774059989162313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-spread-myself-too-thin.html' title='I spread myself way too thin.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SwQvGbvCr9I/AAAAAAAABg8/G53rkNO-9iU/s72-c/photoshoot+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2008228575160250036</id><published>2009-11-05T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:44:16.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why baby why?'/><title type='text'>You're making me wait but i dont mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SvMISprvRYI/AAAAAAAABgc/XE4ullaXG1g/s1600-h/p%5B.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SvMISprvRYI/AAAAAAAABgc/XE4ullaXG1g/s400/p%5B.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400669494667330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture was randomly picked. So never mind about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, on another note. I'll be back only on the following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ps/I  dont know what is it about you that i have came to know and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-2008228575160250036?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2008228575160250036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2008228575160250036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2008228575160250036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2008228575160250036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-making-me-wait-but-i-dont-mind.html' title='You&apos;re making me wait but i dont mind.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SvMISprvRYI/AAAAAAAABgc/XE4ullaXG1g/s72-c/p%5B.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5568557205327348772</id><published>2009-11-03T22:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:41:09.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that was a good one'/><title type='text'>You're the reason i was ditched.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SvBBqI5zLuI/AAAAAAAABgM/k3PXK70IU6c/s1600-h/DnDWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SvBBqI5zLuI/AAAAAAAABgM/k3PXK70IU6c/s400/DnDWeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399888145417449186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The play today was hilarious. It is not really a must-watch and it is stated that the play is suitable for anyone ages 4 to 104 years old. (Laughs) Sounds rather stupid..but it doesnt matter, does it? Anyway before it was time, I reallyreally was looking forward to watching it and i always felt a twinge of excitement everytime i knew im gonna watch it in the later of the day. (Laughs)Sometimes I got excited over nothing, yes i am aware of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a character named after me which was rather annoying because during the 15 minute interval, everyone went like, "Eh, its you up there." RB and JX tapped my shoulder in the middle of the play just to remind me of the name we sort of shared throughout that play. But whatever. JR fell asleep, though i do not know why because everyone was anticipating it.  After being literally spent half hour or so at the highway when making our way back to school, went to WM with other FA and was homed nearly 7:30PM. Just in time for my favorite drama series to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. Ive been reading my then posts which was rather too sappy at times and full of nothing but just plain nonsensical things so therefore, i decided its better not to show any archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is pretty packed for the time being that i could hardly have any time to myself. I have too much on my plate already until i found it difficult to even think straight.  I found myself reaching home later than usual. There's rehearsal, meetings, after school's plans and not forgetting database coursework. (Grunts) I definitely do not want to spare another hour or so with MY at the lab discussing about the most dull topics on this planet, Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you gonna survive with all those things that needs to be done when there's too little time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5568557205327348772?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5568557205327348772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5568557205327348772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5568557205327348772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5568557205327348772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-reason-i-was-ditched.html' title='You&apos;re the reason i was ditched.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SvBBqI5zLuI/AAAAAAAABgM/k3PXK70IU6c/s72-c/DnDWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5819107243897981785</id><published>2009-11-02T23:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:01:54.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its time you let go.'/><title type='text'>I fall, you catch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Su8WI10CvdI/AAAAAAAABfE/75d2QBffnV4/s1600-h/photoshoot+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Su8WI10CvdI/AAAAAAAABfE/75d2QBffnV4/s400/photoshoot+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399558819380641234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never mind about the picture, i purposely picked to publish a random picture just for the fun of it. HAHAHA, but yeah. Never was it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spend an hour (or maybe more) to pick a new skin for Bloggy. And by now everyone would prolly already got used to my frequent habit of changing to a new skin every few days. Im opting for a simpler skin such that it looks pure to me. Hahaha, I dont know why either im using this template by blogger which i initially thought that it was veryveryvery soooooo uncool. I am probably moving too, to another alternative. I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;OnSugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but unfortunately it took a veryveryvery long time to load its page. I tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; too, but then i remembered that LJ doesnt provide pretty skins. And then i went on to twitter, but i just hated the idea of updating only short posts. I dont see any point updating it when there's such thing called blogger. So then i made a decision to stick to blogger for a little while more. So.....here i am. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Today marked the first day of HELP3 programme. It was....totally not what i wanted. But anyway, we had a Science Center trip after school and so far, nothing amusing happened (except for that Cannon thinggy) because as far as i could ever remember, i have been going to that place ever since i was in Primary. We should probably go to some ice rink and skate till late evening. Now, that would have been sooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fun, upon arriving to school, i had a dance rehearsal and SH suggested we should practice at level 3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the major thing that happened? The thing that made us felt panicky for a while, but it was hilarious too. WE WERE ALMOST LOCKED INSIDE. Oh, sorry. WE WERE ALREADY LOCKED INSIDE, but somehow we managed to call for help. I swear it was probably the last thing we wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not referring to the feeling of being locked up was fun but rather that we ran up and down the flight of stairs and shouted for help as we ran along. The school was already dark by then since the rain has not ceased yet plus the lights were switched off. It was somewhat akin to the feeling of being trapped on a deserted island. We were too busy dancing to the music that we werent aware of the time that it was already 6:30PM (or so). HHAAHAH, definitely one lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ The umbrella bought in Vietnam comes in various colours and the flowers are of a good design too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5819107243897981785?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5819107243897981785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5819107243897981785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5819107243897981785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5819107243897981785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-in-our-pocket.html' title='I fall, you catch.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Su8WI10CvdI/AAAAAAAABfE/75d2QBffnV4/s72-c/photoshoot+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7694216819454254480</id><published>2009-10-27T14:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:23:49.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shutup.'/><title type='text'>The tables have turned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuacdAq0wXI/AAAAAAAABe8/rUt11Lr1nIM/s1600-h/dsd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuacdAq0wXI/AAAAAAAABe8/rUt11Lr1nIM/s400/dsd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397173225659875698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its a typical Tuesday night and im in the room listening to some crummy music. Well, sometimes i marveled at how life could really be so exhausting at one point and really really unpredictable. Of course, nothing's predictable anyway. Even when you have your bestfriend or your closed ones around still makes you feel so lonely, i hated how that feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's ending in two weeks time which means holidays will be in for the treat. But whats a holiday without the usual meet-ups with friends and the things that usually came to your mind the moment you thought of holiday. Well anyway, i am sooooo looking forward to enjoying my holidays because it may only meant that finally we're free from the prisons of our own school schedule. Well i think its unfair to the Sec3s' that we're having this help programme which basically means to another week of school. Im trying to picture the situation given that only we're still going to school seems pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an another note, have you ever heard of those scene kids? Well, i bet you have(or....not) because i am always among those kids that needs people to keep me aware of things. Anyway, scene kids are nice kids. Scene kids are often being stereotyped as the Emo kids but thats a common misconception among people these days. A true scene kid worked on their confidence and at the same time remind themselves not to be over-confident. They have learnt to love themselves and embraced their flaws. I used to have the mindset that scene kids are those horrible and nasty little teenagers who wants nothing except wanting to be mean to any people they came to know about. My cousin is a scene kid. He told me all about those kids, that they do not fit in that trend and little by little i began to change my whole opinion of being a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he first introduced it to me, i was blank. I never know what to think of them except that they're a bunch of lifeless people.&lt;br /&gt;Although, im saying nice things about them doesnt mean im going to turn myself into one either. Its hard for me to picture myself, being one. Nobody would want to believe me either, trust me. Not a single soul believed i could be a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-7694216819454254480?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7694216819454254480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7694216819454254480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7694216819454254480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7694216819454254480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html' title='The tables have turned.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuacdAq0wXI/AAAAAAAABe8/rUt11Lr1nIM/s72-c/dsd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8403075759603899792</id><published>2009-10-25T12:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:41:30.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now everybody&apos;s happy.'/><title type='text'>Could have loved you all my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuPaanSV8DI/AAAAAAAABe0/_wPTanUFO6E/s1600-h/3203050944_76d45b40ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuPaanSV8DI/AAAAAAAABe0/_wPTanUFO6E/s400/3203050944_76d45b40ce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396396929277358130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Yesterday was a great day, well-spent. It was tiring but fun. I had a practice for some Japan thing, and after that had LJS for lunch, hahah. You should witness the way Nabihah eats when she's hungry.  And after that to indulge ourselves in some serious shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(insert many hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It was worth everything, at least i bought few dresses and a top which would probably help perk up my wardrobe a little. Nabihah bought few dresses and a pretty shawl. Oh, and i bought myself this cute headband or whatever it may be called. It is white and there's a flower (which makes it more cuter and  it feels like i want to wear it even more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Well, i am happy. Im happy with whatever i bought for myself. Nabihah's happy (too), with whatever that she bought for herself. And practically, we bought all that we bought from the same shop, and we bought this identical dress with some pretty patterns printed on it. Everything was just soooooooooooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, i wish i didnt spent that $40 on food. Then maybe we could get another top or dress or whatever. Theres alot of things i wanted to buy over there. But those things can wait, haha...i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, initially i never thought that i would finally go out with her (yesterday) since our every plans to go out before always backfired everytime it has been confirmed. Mostly, its because of me. But whatever, we should do this again....once i have some money to spare. hahaahaa. &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/7956020221024377027-8403075759603899792?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8403075759603899792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8403075759603899792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8403075759603899792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8403075759603899792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>2PM, hottest time of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Venue: Orchard Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hH-HuP6MM7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hH-HuP6MM7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2989332974437139047</id><published>2009-10-23T00:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:51:15.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what about it.'/><title type='text'>Stay is the charming word used in friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuE08-nmiEI/AAAAAAAABes/HZtrWbzYkVM/s1600-h/friendship1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuE08-nmiEI/AAAAAAAABes/HZtrWbzYkVM/s400/friendship1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395652050772461634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-Elizabeth Foley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh em gee, I finally knew what that Elizabeth mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ im glad you're you. im glad you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; honest. (hugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7956020221024377027-2989332974437139047?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2989332974437139047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2989332974437139047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2989332974437139047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2989332974437139047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-way-you-are-baby.html' title='Stay is the charming word used in friendship.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SuE08-nmiEI/AAAAAAAABes/HZtrWbzYkVM/s72-c/friendship1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5148614371832926187</id><published>2009-10-21T23:35:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:29:03.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You just lied to me'/><title type='text'>Because you loved me too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/St9R24E5LXI/AAAAAAAABec/sscMU_X5jtw/s1600-h/MStation001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/St9R24E5LXI/AAAAAAAABec/sscMU_X5jtw/s400/MStation001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395120881820839282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is a band i lost interest in quite some time ago. Well, not lost total interest. I did keep up with whatever they were getting up to although unfortunately it never involved their music but rather on their personal lives. Having NEVER listened to all of their songs, I decided to get back in touch with their music via their first album. Lets just hope i wont regret that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i just realized how long i havent been blogging but ive been busy with everything that i barely thought of doing some good updates. But whatever. Im back now, arent i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling down lately. It is not just one of those days. The feelings are like ive just lost the most important thing in my life. It is like being stabbed a hell lots of times. I felt this emptiness the moment i lost it. It is important to me just like the air, which i needed in order to continue living the life im given. I dont know which hurts the most, the fact that high chances i cant get it back or the fact that i dont have the courage to take it back. I guess everything? Any..way...i wish i could rant to somebody about it but i couldnt bring myself to do it lest i get too emotional and create a pool instead. Even if i wouldnt, i dont even know where to start, theres just too many shits going on. Peoples' company makes me happy, helping me to forget about it for a little while. Though unfortunately the feeling is not permanent, it still does help. Of all the grand scheme of things happened, i think this is the worse of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an another note, it took me an hour and a half (more or less) to change to a new skin. I hated navigators because somehow i find them highly annoying. and sometimes the bandwidth might exceeded and i had to create another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....having to cram so much into my brain for the exams whether i like it or not, is making me detest school. We have to study so hard for every subject because if we flunk it or score fairly, we would be condemned and considered the weaker, average, dispensable students. Having said that, everyone should have received their papers back and just like how i have predicted, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; teachers already labeled us as the weaker students. I hated how some of them came into the classroom and whine about how bad we have scored as though everything that they said is equivalent to us, having a bleak future. That Sucks. That totally sucks, As teachers they should know the right way to approach this matter. My class did pretty bad for chemistry and the moment msW mentioned we are the worst class, the boys clapped happily as though all of us passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. i dont really have that much updates. hah, i dont even know what i was going to post about. I did this relatively short post just for the sake of updating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poppy&lt;/span&gt;'s. I should probably stop typing or this would then be like...a shitty- stupid post? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GoodBye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5148614371832926187?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5148614371832926187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5148614371832926187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5148614371832926187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5148614371832926187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-you-loved-me-too.html' title='Because you loved me too.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/St9R24E5LXI/AAAAAAAABec/sscMU_X5jtw/s72-c/MStation001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-971749763630930069</id><published>2009-10-11T12:17:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:09:06.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXO'/><title type='text'>On this fine Saturday, my mum turned 37.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/StFd3X1Y_TI/AAAAAAAABZM/KQ3EoXvLSr0/s1600-h/photoshoot+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/StFd3X1Y_TI/AAAAAAAABZM/KQ3EoXvLSr0/s400/photoshoot+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391193434811333938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything Spells 'Happy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There, those pictures taken pretty much is self-explanatory on how i spent my Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it was my mom's 37th. My dad bought her a dressing table. It was pretty or like what my mum claimed it, a mirror that makes one looks thinner. Now that she owns one, i guessed she would not bother to even visit sister's room to take a good look of herself. 'cause on normal circumstances, she would have done it already. Well anyway, unlike the previous year where sister and I bought a fine jewelry for her, this year we decided to present her a self-made b'day card. And of course, i trusted my sister to do a good job in all the drawings. Like always, everyone was satisfied with the outcome. That is one reason why i loved her. She used to help me in my art last year until i achieved an A. *GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; relatives came over. Like the previous years, we would have an 'open house' for our relatives to come over. In my family, it is like a tradition already 'cause each year they would invite each family on weekends (usually) and stayed till night comes. I just loved how as a family/relatives we would gather at one's house and just be together. I wonder if other families does it too. Well anyway, like always we never grew tired of exchanging secrets and spend the night talking about nothing and everything all at once. I guess it is because of the way we grew up together, so used to being together that we may not even noticed if our conversations for all this while mostly has nothing but plain shits. Even if i do, i wouldn't have mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE &lt;/span&gt;there's no school on Monday. Yayyy! Having said that, it serves as an advantage to me 'cause i would be given another day to mug for Suckish Computer Studies. Im thinking of dropping that subject at the end of the year though, given that my brain would be needing more space for stored memory. I hated how Mr.Y says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"You have to memorize more than just 69 terminology lists but there is only 5 in the exams"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sounds crazy that almost sounded as though even the brainiest kid in class couldn't handle. It would have been easy for me to tell anyone how dull class can be. I remember not absorbing what the teacher explained. I think its too difficult for me 'cause i needed more time to register everything. Unlike other people, i got a brain thats half dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; Edward reminded me that Japan's trip is a month away. Of course, he kept me highly anticipated for a while. But then it hit me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; wasn't going with us. I was hoping she would, but the teachers-in-charge already picked a replacement even before i could talk to Mr.B into taking her along and its a good thing that she's fluent in the language and is more familiar with the culture than us. From now till the next meeting, i really hoped that there's someone who would have to back out due to personal reasons or strike off of the list and then she would replace that person. Lets Hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt;   Although, i wish blogger has a panel for fellow users to give their views or something. 'cause i wish i could tell blogger to be more like xanga, to have those graphic elements and those different expressions. Then, i got the feeling that blogger would be muchmuch cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX &lt;/span&gt;Computer Studies two days after. We have no choice but to memorize those chunks of words. I have to force my brain to absorb everything even if i can't. I have to do it in order to pass. Saturday woken up in the early morning to help my mum in preparing the things needed and resulted in losing one day of revision. Plus, hours and hours of revision needed on Sunday and Monday and now, watching how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my boys&lt;/span&gt; struggled to perform without Jay. Neither of them took over jay's part. *__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt; How do you survive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i really need to turn in early, i gotta make up for the sleeps lost. And the cause? You've guessed it...right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINE &lt;/span&gt;I know its a silly question to ask because its not exactly a phenomenon but whats with models and musicians or pop stars? For once, i'd wanted to see pop stars date regular people with nothing but regular jobs like an accountant or a sales person, regular life and friends and not exactly a royal family. Sure, there's nothing wrong with dating someone of a same status or whatever they may call it-that "they don't run in the same circles"&lt;br /&gt;I hated it that someone like Joel Madden find Nicole Ritchie in replacement for Hilary Duff. Now, they got kids but have no plans to be married. and Joel wants another baby. That totally doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN&lt;/span&gt; Kay, i think i am done here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-971749763630930069?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/971749763630930069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=971749763630930069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/971749763630930069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/971749763630930069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-this-fine-saturday.html' title='On this fine Saturday, my mum turned 37.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/StFd3X1Y_TI/AAAAAAAABZM/KQ3EoXvLSr0/s72-c/photoshoot+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5892286979159740201</id><published>2009-10-07T13:51:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:37:09.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beat exam stress/'/><title type='text'>Tell me im not forgotten, that im still your best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SswukdIPa1I/AAAAAAAABYE/hNiMlKfuAzA/s1600-h/10630_128637948217_533048217_2433158_6656079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SswukdIPa1I/AAAAAAAABYE/hNiMlKfuAzA/s400/10630_128637948217_533048217_2433158_6656079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389734057885002578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kay, exams are going well with the exception of Chemistry Paper 3. I think i did relatively well for all papers. I regretted not studying about moles and such. i regretted not studying for physical properties of acids. i regretted that i stopped mugging only before moles. i should have continued but i was already in the comfort of my bed place which brought me to deep sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. If only i did study about those that i didn't, then maybe i could have seen hope in passing. But then again, no point dwelling on it. i was comforted by the fact that im not the only one. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im really glad i was able to do math. Although when i checked against the formula book, i used the wrong formula in the first question, it didn't bother me. at all because if i were to compare it with the night before, i couldn't even do any of the question in MYE paper 2. So..i guessed i've got alot better now. Im pretty sure i wouldn't pass with flying colours nor am i sure i would fail terribly too. Maybe somewhere in between? Lets hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;English Papers wasn't so bad either. I hope i would be able to figure out all the correct transactions and get the adjustments thing right for POA tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hari Raya outing was like the previous year. The same old pretty boys &amp;amp; girls. Only this year's outing has alot of unwanted incidents. Some were hilarious too and some were embarrassing and some were what we prefer to refer it as 'things that made us hatch an idea' (Only Esty Ani and I knew about this) but definitely one to remember. The stupid conversations we had, the boys' usual mischief and the girls took turns to touch up on their make up. Everyone was being pretty. The truths behind that stupid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.R&lt;/span&gt; was revealed, which made me pissed off with that pair of bestfriends a little. Only that i didn't show it nor did i tell any person. Then again. I think Esty knew about this because i remembered having ranting to her about them. Oh, and did i mentioned? That each and every one of us has had a new hair do. Hurul and Rohani had their hair permed while Lia and Esty and Diana's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;rebond. The remaining girls merely just had a hair cut. We did alot of silly things. I did caused a commotion. Haha, and thousands of apologies to Hurul for we-know-what but everything is fine now, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some videos are already in facebook and &lt;a href="http://makemesmackyourass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Esty&lt;/a&gt;'s Site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home with Esty and Fandi and was homed by 1AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Previous Sunday was well spent over at my cousins'. Like usual, we shared secrets and such. Only, with the help of my cousin, i got the chance to meet him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after few long years. It never hit me that he would be so shy that it would kill him even to say hi to me. But, whatever. Since he would probably die of embarrassment if he were to face me, we only exchanged glances and never really talked. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could share with someone who knew him too about what really happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ened, about what i was thinking at that point of time, about everything, even about how my heart was constantly beating fast. I wanted to, i just don't know who. *grunts* i really hate how she came into the picture. i wish she would just go away, out of her own will. Then maybe our world would be better. i wish we weren't even closed to her right from the start. I wish we are just an acquaintance to her. i wish she could read the invisible note inside my head that reads: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO INTRUDERS ALLOWED!" &lt;/span&gt;i just wish she was a mind reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Ss1552q4CyI/AAAAAAAABYM/CZPYZIZIx7Q/s1600-h/DSCF1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Ss1552q4CyI/AAAAAAAABYM/CZPYZIZIx7Q/s400/DSCF1429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390098363867204386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4th April 2009.&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/7956020221024377027-5892286979159740201?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5892286979159740201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5892286979159740201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5892286979159740201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5892286979159740201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/10/beat-exam-stress.html' title='Tell me im not forgotten, that im still your best.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SswukdIPa1I/AAAAAAAABYE/hNiMlKfuAzA/s72-c/10630_128637948217_533048217_2433158_6656079_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7095164920240266041</id><published>2009-09-30T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:42:55.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i won&apos;t rest until you&apos;re mine.'/><title type='text'>i am a strong girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; HIATUS &lt;/span&gt;until exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wish me luck, i reallyreally hope i could ace everything in particularly, math and science. I suck at it. I knew nuts about it. I'll be back blogging once the exams are finally over than i could maybe celebrate victory. Well atleast, then i would feel accomplished. Its a good thing now that i have started revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i think im pretty much done over here. Im gonna get my usual ration of food before i start doing what i am ought or rather expected to be doing at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There are not only one fish in the sea. There's plenty;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are not only one cloud in the clear blue sky;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But why is it that you're the only one in my heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&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/7956020221024377027-7095164920240266041?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7095164920240266041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7095164920240266041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7095164920240266041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7095164920240266041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiatus-until-exams-are-over.html' title='i am a strong girl.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2561381870062849426</id><published>2009-09-15T11:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:56:46.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside school compund.'/><title type='text'>i have feelings too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ditched me for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Well, how could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, below video features, TaecYeon, &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GnX2thcjykk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GnX2thcjykk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-2561381870062849426?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2561381870062849426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2561381870062849426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2561381870062849426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2561381870062849426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-you.html' title='i have feelings too.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4304673461992591146</id><published>2009-09-14T03:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:19:39.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXO'/><title type='text'>World bestest friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sq1NybbaOII/AAAAAAAABXc/gK6AnkFC6fQ/s1600-h/sss+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sq1NybbaOII/AAAAAAAABXc/gK6AnkFC6fQ/s400/sss+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381042658529130626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Okay, Hi.&lt;br /&gt;It is rare for me to create a second post but whatever. Today will be the only exception, i guessed.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, today my bestest friend celebrates her 15th birthday. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;Noticed the above picture? Yes, i guessed its self-explanatory, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, looking back, we have been friends ever since we were still 7 year old. As the days passed by, we've gotten more closer, forming closer bonds. We are of a completely different personalities ( and character) but somehow we managed to be the best of friends. I really, am glad that we are. That it is you. We knew each other so well. I told you everything, you know the secrets i could never tell. You've got a million ways to make my day better whenever i am feeling down. Its a really nice feeling to have you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum it all up, i am lucky to have found you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; because out of a million, there's only one of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We have enough evidence to tell around that we're meant to be. I am grateful for all the moments you've been with me, for cheering me on, for helping me break out of my shell, and for everything. And i am terribly sorry for all the wrongs i did to you, for always the one canceling our plans and for everything. You are my bestest and so i loved you most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-4304673461992591146?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4304673461992591146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4304673461992591146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4304673461992591146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4304673461992591146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-bestest-friend.html' title='World bestest friend.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sq1NybbaOII/AAAAAAAABXc/gK6AnkFC6fQ/s72-c/sss+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-838297282459639952</id><published>2009-09-14T02:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:35:22.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXO'/><title type='text'>Blow, blow, blow your nose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sq0-UrqxrUI/AAAAAAAABW0/uLrHRwAdamU/s1600-h/photoshoot+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sq0-UrqxrUI/AAAAAAAABW0/uLrHRwAdamU/s400/photoshoot+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025654818057538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I disappoint myself. I, really did. To think that i could actually stopped procrastinate and get my fingers (and brain too) working seemed possible initially. But when it is time, i could not helped it but ignored my own initial plans to get holiday assignments done and may...be, well...maybe to study which is of course i even thought of it, incredulously. I waited for school to reopen with excited anticipation but the teachers had to ruin it as they decided to help mount up our homework and bombard us with endless questions if known some, were left undone. Holidays were meant to have fun without books, to free us from the prisons of our own schedules. Well, at least in my mind it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fine except for the fact that i knew nuts about NPCC even though i sort of belonged there. Some of the cadets including me, successfully made our way to the headquarters without getting lost and were there to sit in for a test which revolves around questions pertaining to the world and Singapore and NPCC and some force thing. For the obvious, i am not a politician to know so much about the world. Nothing about the world interests me. For some reason, as i typed, my mind drifted back to the time where Nabihah and I hung out and were at the same time, plotting our plans for some school work. And then not long after, a guy named Ryemie (i am not sure of the correct spelling though!) came to join us. Since the moment he joined our table, they were having a rather intense conversation about Singapore and not to forget...the world. I remembered having him reminded me that i could interrupt them to share my opinion about anything, but i didn't. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've guessed it&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, well it was only because as i listened carefully to their words, i realized i have missed out on so much about the world. I mean, whatever they were talking about, i did not utter any word much less exchange thoughts but instead i glanced everywhere, busied myself hoping they would never noticed it. But yes. They did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, moving back to Saturday. Well, the test lasted for a good, flat 45 minutes. There's really not much to retell except for i happened to bump into some of our camp mates last year. I was a little glad they still have our faces stuck in their head. Although we did not really said hi or waved, i had this familiar feeling whereby it would naturally feel good when casually bumped into anybody. Okay, i know the information is a little vague to you but still, i am not that articulate of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my family and i then had a trip to Geylang. It was filled with people from all walks of life, wide ranged of ages. Needless to say, it was definitely crowded with herds of people, i felt small surrounded by so many big people. The music playing faded as we fight our way through the milling crowd only to be replaced by the endless chattering of all people. It felt like i was still living in the day, where the sun still exists. I felt the sweats forming up in my forehead. The expected number of crowds that present themselves there only made it worst. Well, to sum it up, we leave that horrible place at nearly one in the morning. Or maybe it was past one AM, i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I think i am done here, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sq0-UrqxrUI/AAAAAAAABW0/uLrHRwAdamU/s1600-h/photoshoot+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7956020221024377027-838297282459639952?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/838297282459639952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=838297282459639952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/838297282459639952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/838297282459639952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/blow-blow-blow-your-nose.html' title='Blow, blow, blow your nose.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sq0-UrqxrUI/AAAAAAAABW0/uLrHRwAdamU/s72-c/photoshoot+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5694319064566195867</id><published>2009-09-11T00:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:36:17.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not fair, its really not okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;: This post will be solely based on 2PM or rather JaeBeom. So you don't have to even bother to spent few seconds or maybe minutes of your life to carefully scroll down and squint your eyes until the last letter of today's post. Well anyway, here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sqkvuh2z9ZI/AAAAAAAABWE/Fu9CwtYbAw0/s1600-h/hottestftw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sqkvuh2z9ZI/AAAAAAAABWE/Fu9CwtYbAw0/s400/hottestftw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379883706279523730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Due to some wrong given information that Jay would arrived at the airport at 4:20PM instead of 6:30pm, the airport was unexpectedly filled with herds of people, most likely Hottest. From what i know, more than 300 fans has gathered themselves at the airport to prevent Jay from leaving. Many expressed their sorrow and anger by saying, “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Did Jaebeom commit such a wrongdoing that has to result in him quitting 2PM?&lt;/span&gt;,” and “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2PM won’t be the same after Jaebeom leaves&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;They also chanted "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kajima Kajima&lt;/span&gt;!" (Don't Leave! Don't Leave) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The remaining 6 members, obviously failed to hold back their tears. I guessed the closed bonding between them had caused that to naturally happened. And the worst part? WooYoung, being the most vulnerable, fainted at the airport and he was immediately rushed to 'ShinChon Hospital'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkvdrLNkJI/AAAAAAAABV8/sPyjriG9Li4/s1600-h/jayairport10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkvdrLNkJI/AAAAAAAABV8/sPyjriG9Li4/s400/jayairport10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379883416723230866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkvdbGm57I/AAAAAAAABV0/kRw2r21_hpY/s1600-h/jayairport9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkvdbGm57I/AAAAAAAABV0/kRw2r21_hpY/s400/jayairport9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379883412408952754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sqkvc9BXAaI/AAAAAAAABVs/x9WzbMpPlwQ/s1600-h/jayairport8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sqkvc9BXAaI/AAAAAAAABVs/x9WzbMpPlwQ/s400/jayairport8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379883404333875618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkvcHuV21I/AAAAAAAABVc/rd1Wyfl3LOs/s1600-h/jay11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkvcHuV21I/AAAAAAAABVc/rd1Wyfl3LOs/s400/jay11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379883390027029330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuvgfVXkI/AAAAAAAABVU/PlpXicn5_ho/s1600-h/jay10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuvgfVXkI/AAAAAAAABVU/PlpXicn5_ho/s400/jay10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882623580855874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuvWBT9CI/AAAAAAAABVM/TZ1fhawTW6w/s1600-h/jay8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuvWBT9CI/AAAAAAAABVM/TZ1fhawTW6w/s400/jay8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882620770579490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuuxQ_2cI/AAAAAAAABVE/UENVRYNikz0/s1600-h/jay6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuuxQ_2cI/AAAAAAAABVE/UENVRYNikz0/s400/jay6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882610904259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sqkuuh4pRrI/AAAAAAAABU8/yk9RTafLHrM/s1600-h/jay9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sqkuuh4pRrI/AAAAAAAABU8/yk9RTafLHrM/s400/jay9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882606775584434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuuC7cXlI/AAAAAAAABU0/7SE7LC38CwI/s1600-h/JAYairport2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuuC7cXlI/AAAAAAAABU0/7SE7LC38CwI/s400/JAYairport2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882598465822290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuWeMldaI/AAAAAAAABUs/e9EXMxaDn4c/s1600-h/JAYairport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuWeMldaI/AAAAAAAABUs/e9EXMxaDn4c/s400/JAYairport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882193468618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuWGPu7vI/AAAAAAAABUk/5FgagKII7PE/s1600-h/jay5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuWGPu7vI/AAAAAAAABUk/5FgagKII7PE/s400/jay5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882187039370994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuVWvrtqI/AAAAAAAABUc/jN0E5KoYjGQ/s1600-h/jay3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuVWvrtqI/AAAAAAAABUc/jN0E5KoYjGQ/s400/jay3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882174288475810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuVAgwwnI/AAAAAAAABUU/PgPccyinj7g/s1600-h/Jay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuVAgwwnI/AAAAAAAABUU/PgPccyinj7g/s400/Jay1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882168320311922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuUr00S8I/AAAAAAAABUM/cSFaS0UBrSg/s1600-h/chaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqkuUr00S8I/AAAAAAAABUM/cSFaS0UBrSg/s400/chaos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379882162767285186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktXl-Np2I/AAAAAAAABUE/X8PnSuONIQQ/s1600-h/jay2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktXl-Np2I/AAAAAAAABUE/X8PnSuONIQQ/s400/jay2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379881113224062818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktXa1JunI/AAAAAAAABT8/si4K1ZQmWuU/s1600-h/jayseattle_550x413_51e321f1a32590a269187bdb7bd8fd75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktXa1JunI/AAAAAAAABT8/si4K1ZQmWuU/s400/jayseattle_550x413_51e321f1a32590a269187bdb7bd8fd75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379881110233266802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktW27cSRI/AAAAAAAABT0/dpPPK9t_DRg/s1600-h/jaecomment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktW27cSRI/AAAAAAAABT0/dpPPK9t_DRg/s400/jaecomment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379881100595972370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, you can't really make out every word, can you? I'll type it down here as well as what the netizens had commented and Jay's words. This is what he had send it to one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aug 1 2007, 7:13PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wanna come back but iono shit...i dont even know whats goin on just practicing and livin life day by day haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Feb 22 2005, 12:20AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wassup foo... haven talked to your gay face in a while... watchu bin doing... watchu do now a days.. still havin pissy fits boutchur rapping? ...... korea is gay.... i hate koreans.... i wanna come back.... like no other friggin a..ne..ways yea.. hit me back just to chat... ur biggest fan... this is jay... the man... peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mar 4 2005, 12:24PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddup son... u get less comments den me... its funny how we're both losers... sheesh... we needa get more popular... n e ways... korea is whack... but everyone thinks im the illest rapper wen i suck nuts at rappin... so dass pretty dope.. haha peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mar 20 2005, 9:24AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not model pics... u jus think i look like a model.. thanx bro.. u tol me u always checked me out.. and u called me a hottie.. but i never thought u would think i look like a model.. im flattered..well yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many netizens are angered, saying, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're just in Korea to earn money. Go back to your own country. We won't hold you back from going away from here.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaeBeom has admitted that he did write the comments, and wrote an apology letter at his fan cafe. Here are his exact words, translated.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello everyone, this is 2PM's Park Jae Bum. I wanted to apologize about what I posted on Myspace a few years ago. I'm sorry. I want to tell you how I felt then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I came to Korea in 2005, when I was in high school. I was born and raised in US, so I did not have a lot of knowledge about Korean life. I could not communicate well, the food did not fit me, and I did not understand Korean culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All my family was in the US, and it felt like everyone was turned against me. I did not know when I was able to debut, and I felt very lonely. There were various problems at the time, so I even thought about just giving up the whole thing and go back to my family in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The reason I said those things about Korea was that I hated the position I was in, and the problems I was facing at that time. As I was so young and immature, I did not know how to express my feelings other than that. I made a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After that, I just forgot everything about it. I am so embarrased and sorry about what I wrote then. Since that time, I am now completely adapted to Korean life, and my opinion has changed. I am thankful for everything and that I am able to do what I do. I wrote those words four years ago, but I am completely changed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My family, HOTTEST, 2PM members, 2PM fans, and everyone else, I'm very sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He sounded decently apologetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktWuhgaJI/AAAAAAAABTs/yYzo7H-myYY/s1600-h/7028_1160142607978_1360170129_30534607_375686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktWuhgaJI/AAAAAAAABTs/yYzo7H-myYY/s400/7028_1160142607978_1360170129_30534607_375686_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379881098339707026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2PM Fans in New York are following the actions of their Korean counterparts and are posting post-its outside the JYP Entertainment Building in New York. As a form of support for Jaebeom, fans prepared many sticky notes and posted uplifiting messages dedicated to the 2PM leader. It has been reported that JYP Staff has taken pictures of the post-its and talked to the fans outside of the building. They also updated fans on Jay's condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;NYC fans have planned a post-it event scheduled for this Saturday and Sunday, September 12th and 13th, 2009 at you guessed it... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2:00PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cred: Carolynn @ 2ONEDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktWMDS7wI/AAAAAAAABTk/9YKnE-kYe5I/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqktWMDS7wI/AAAAAAAABTk/9YKnE-kYe5I/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379881089086189314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Although, despite all this i was comforted by the above picture. The moment i saw it, i knew everything would turn out fine. Besides, how long could they be separated away from each other?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember the previous post i mentioned about WB? Well, this is what i managed to find out about the staffs of WB.&lt;br /&gt;*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. We are the WB Production team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would all know through the news articles, we had to delay the airing of the 9/8 final episode of WB indefinitely. All the filming and editing has been done, and the episode was ready to go, but we had to make the decision not to air this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the current situation, we think that airing the program where 2pm members and Jaebum are laughing and having a good time would not help the audience, the 2pm members, and Jaebum. Also, after getting to know the real 2pm members and Jaebum, and their personalities, we did not want to do anything that would bring harm to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they were busy with overseas activities and must have been exhausted, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaebum would always come in before the mannager to greet us&lt;/span&gt;, and tell us that he had read the outline for the episode.. reciting it for us. And even though maitaining the idol image must have been important to him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he was always the first to just let loose (be funny&lt;/span&gt;). He would come talk to us (who have a fear of talking to famous people) and always start the conversation. Even though he didn't have to worry about the ratings, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he would worry about it with us&lt;/span&gt;. Even though his interview was over, he would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;share snacks with us and wait for us to finish filming&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the filming involved eating, and the production team couldn't eat, (but they had to eat) they always felt bad and didn't know what to do.. and amongst the members, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaebum was always the one that smiled and tried to lift the energy of his fellow members who were tired and exhausted from the crazy schedules&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during the filming of the last episode, (although we didn't even tell them to) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they brought over the broom and started cleaning up the confetti and trash&lt;/span&gt;.. After working with them and seeing this side them, the production team wanted to lift some of the burden off of 2pm and Jaebum's shoulders... even if it only makes a small difference.. That is why we have chosen to delay the airing of the episode indefinitely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we are truly heartbroken and sad that he had made a mistake. And it is true that if he needs the deserved criticism and right punishments, he needs to get them. However, our production team wants to continue to root for these honest, compassionate boys who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;possess the qualities of a great singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the production team, like any other day finished the editing, took out the master tape, put in the music mixing and finished the final editing. Perhaps a little later, the final tape will come out and wait for its owner to show up some day... We don't know when that will be... but our team will take good care of it!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we hope this won't be too stressful/difficult of a trip for Jaebum......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit:Saradah@Soompi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, here's what WooYoung &amp;amp; ChanSung commented about their current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2PM, WE'RE NOT SEVEN PEOPLE, WE'RE ONE&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jang Wooyoung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"LET'S WALK THIS TOGETHER JAY"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hwang Chansung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cred: Carolynn @ 2ONEDAY//okpop//2pm official site//fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I....have warned you earlier... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" id="ljcmt130631755"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How do I come back when the people here hate me so much?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5694319064566195867?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5694319064566195867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5694319064566195867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5694319064566195867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5694319064566195867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-fair-its-really-not-okay.html' title='Its not fair, its really not okay.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sqkvuh2z9ZI/AAAAAAAABWE/Fu9CwtYbAw0/s72-c/hottestftw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4420072921867026709</id><published>2009-09-08T13:03:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:48:12.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are more cooler than i thought you would be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqXpDJBnqsI/AAAAAAAABQk/PAXP1kUgPoo/s1600-h/3432498585_09828878b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqXpDJBnqsI/AAAAAAAABQk/PAXP1kUgPoo/s400/3432498585_09828878b6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378961570135517890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi. Now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im still in the mood for WB. I have always loved how the show has been forever spontaneous. And you could get the inside scoop of almost everything, thats pretty cool. Plus, it has always been very entertaining, well, at least it helps a lot to perk up your mood or something. You're probably not a human if you do not think the show's humorous because as far as im concerned. It has around 100,000 viewers each week. And everyone's probably going to sigh heavily after the last episode which is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i am still having that horrified feeling again every time my mind drifted back to yesterday. I don't know why, but i can't seem to erase yesterday. I know what im saying may be a little fuzzy, but i don't care. I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, with everyone's eye locked onto us made my 'acting' yesterday sort of bad. Hahah, of course i mean since young i cannot stand performing in front of a crowd. I have always been that shy little kiddo. My voice faltered as i began. And to top it off, i could not even remember what i was supposed to do/say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting month has been great so far. We're left with only 11 days to HR, which is a good thing. I got to loose at least few KGs of unwanted fats. I wonder why there is such things as eating disorder. Why are some people making themselves looked ugly, bony, most likely emaciated. Well instead of starving myself like they did, i think im going to start my exercise routine, which i doubt so i will, as they're a boon for your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, given that im generally happy with almost everything, i thought of the desired things on my list. I have always wished i was born rich. Well, everyone wishes for that too-at least once in their life. I want to spent my later life traveling the globe. I want to go Paris. I want to go Seoul. I want to be out of Singapore. My cousins and i used to picture ourselves living together somewhere out of Singapore. And we would have the biggest house, preferably a white bungalow because it looks more royal. And we would used to picture ourselves returning home with our hands packed with paper bags and we would have our meals in a posh restaurant and have the most luxurious car ever. We would be the envies of most, because of leading an idyllic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always loved imagining things. Predicting our future. But it is kind of vague now that i thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;And then as we're getting older, i realized how young and imaginative our minds are back then to be able to picture everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, I'm 2PM's JaeBum.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for giving you my last greeting through this letter.&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be hard for me to see you all on stage because of my sorry heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry to everyone, and I'm even more sorry to the fans who have shown me love.&lt;br /&gt;From today, I will leave 2PM.&lt;br /&gt;2PM boys, I'm really sorry to the boys and I'm sorry I couldn't be strong as a leader and a hyung and have to leave like this.&lt;br /&gt;However, I hope you will be more cool and charming.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;JaeBum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;credit: HOTTEST fancafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:8pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt my heart sank the moment i knew about it. They just celebrated their one year anniversary together a few days back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;On the official 2PM fancafe, Jaebum announced that he will be officially quitting 2PM. JYP has just confirmed that this is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This decision was made after his recent Myspace controversy was blown out of hand. All the ridiculous comments which were made 4 years ago by Jay himself when he was still a child were brought up again by them and turned it into big news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jaebum will be leaving Korea today at 6:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here’s two comments made years ago by Jaebum that have just surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I don’t know what to do… I’m so torn with that.. I feel like I don’t fit in…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I really ain’t like these other dudes… and I feel like I just don’t belong here…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Or I could come back.. Get my GED and go to Shoreline CC.. and I would be pretty happy… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;surrounded by friends and people who care for me… (this reflects that in Korea, he doesn’t have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;any friends or people that care for him) but I wouldn’t be able to make as much money…So I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;would be able to buy my mother nice things… and help with debts and stuff… my mom said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to just come back… or do whatever makes me happy.. I don’t know what to do…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Why make a big deal out of it? But then again, some says Jay just needs time to cool it off. He is in need of breaks to take his mind off everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Despite that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the Hottest president has called up on everybody to prevent Jay from leaving the airport. Every member of Hottest are doing a heartfelt video message to Jay. My tears fell down as i watched each and every of them. &lt;span style=""&gt;Well, atleast for now, he will be back in the US and stay with his family. Really, netizens should keep their comments to themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/7Fx27pOtkRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/7Fx27pOtkRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-4420072921867026709?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4420072921867026709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4420072921867026709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4420072921867026709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4420072921867026709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-more-cooler-than-i-thought-you.html' title='You are more cooler than i thought you would be.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqXpDJBnqsI/AAAAAAAABQk/PAXP1kUgPoo/s72-c/3432498585_09828878b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2962366850672451944</id><published>2009-09-06T11:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:03:05.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today will be a happy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqMqKjqUMQI/AAAAAAAABQM/y5VHQSYXUl0/s1600-h/Photo137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqMqKjqUMQI/AAAAAAAABQM/y5VHQSYXUl0/s400/Photo137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378188740870287618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;OMFGZXZX!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing, that was me, being as random as ever. Oh wait. On second thought, most likely it has something got to do with what has been planned out for me today. And i wonder why i loved associating almost everything with my plans later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well anyway, due to one of my traits as being a well-known klutz, i cut myself while trying &amp;amp; struggling to open up a _______. I did not realized it though until i noticed blood dripping from my index finger and onto the floor. The pain focused on me entirely momentarily. *sigh* But then again, i was a little comforted by the fact that i did not make a puddle, it was only a few little drops of it. So in a way, i did not lose too much blood or otherwise, i'll prolly be lying on the floor struggling to remain conscious and in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hah, thats a little too sappy don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Suddenly something made my mind drifted back to my result slip. Well, like i said it was totally a let down. I scored 34 for E-math and 36 for Combined science. Needless to say, i got 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;s on my result slip. Although, i looked at my combined humanities incredulously as i scored pretty well, and decided to tell myself, i did a good job after all. I could work on passing my math and science, its just a matter of time. I'll be able to get the hang of it eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well anyhow, my only most annoying brother turned five today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Yayy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So happy 5th birthday! His mind is probably too young to even remember dates so when i reminded him, he went, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, so mama went out to buy my birthday cake?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Of course, when you looked at a five-year-old who could converse in English pretty well, no doubt you'll think of him as an adorable, wittiest, [insert all the good things here]. Almost all of my affiliates says so. But what they do not know that he is the most annoying kid ever. His continuous grumbling definitely exasperate me. But at times when he had a new haircut, it sort of accentuate his facially cute expression drawn all over his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well okay. Moving on, i have always liked history but never like the World War II(or Hitler). I enjoyed watching my own mind, following it to places it would take me. Instead im curious about who first thought of the idea of sending everyone to school that it is a must, about who figured out that you could eat cashew nuts even though their skins were highly poisonous and sometimes about what does it mean to be friends with someone. I once thought that friendship means merely to form close relations with somebody and that everything would be in place for as long as you want to and that soon that someone would be an important person in your life and that you will soon realized that you're both inseparable as you two have became one of those bestfriends or close companions. Never once did it occurred to me that that word contains a lot that just 'being friends'. Something recent occurred that totally changed my view of 'friendship'. It gave it a whole new meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-2962366850672451944?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2962366850672451944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2962366850672451944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2962366850672451944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2962366850672451944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/2pm-celebrates-their-1-year-together-in.html' title='Today will be a happy day.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SqMqKjqUMQI/AAAAAAAABQM/y5VHQSYXUl0/s72-c/Photo137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4785857726847397407</id><published>2009-09-03T22:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:39:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're real friends, so no matter how long you take- if you decide to look back, i'll be here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a5e300466fb77aa4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5e300466fb77aa4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62D4BCC3B417A5887DA1B2BB1092E3080032D23.4945C7B056124CD75F7ED9B588FE91D618674DCA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5e300466fb77aa4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTRq7mLpCYdtPyM49z8Y2tCori2Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5e300466fb77aa4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62D4BCC3B417A5887DA1B2BB1092E3080032D23.4945C7B056124CD75F7ED9B588FE91D618674DCA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5e300466fb77aa4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTRq7mLpCYdtPyM49z8Y2tCori2Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew it. I saw it coming. That was really expected. Yes, i failed math-yet again. I heard that i got an F, again. So that means to say, I'll be seeing yet another disappointing grade written on my report book, Q____Q That was honestly a let down because although i know my math result has been forever abysmal, i managed to pass a recent test -two actually- so deep down, i was still hoping at least i pulled up a grade. *sigh* But i know it very well that I'll only see my hopes came crashing down, so i buried it deep inside that it would prolly take an eon to be able to make it visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, September holidays are around the corner. Oooh, and trust me. Holidays aren't as sweet as you imagined it would be. It is rather going to be a dreadful one, just like school. With holiday assignment that's prolly would mount up by tomorrow, CCA course(s), upcoming tests to study for and MAJOR exams. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOAH!&lt;/span&gt; You barely have any time left for yourself. Well, that's normal. Its what people called -or at least me- the typical schooldays that a typical Singaporean teenager gets. Well, i made up my mind to finally stop procrastinate and start working my fingers and brain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt; was surprised with my sudden decision because the usual me doesn't get to work unless situation forced me to do so. *scoffs* I am surprised myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhow, besides all that I'm getting a new hair-cut which less likely would not suit me as much as i wanted it to, i have been longing for a new hair since....well, since few days ago. Initially i was a bit reluctant. Oh wait. I do not even wish to have my long wavy hair being chopped off by a complete stranger. Honestly, a quarter of me wished i hadn't made this silly decision but another three quarter of me wanted to have a new hair anytime soon. I'm afraid if i were to embarrass myself in front of the public eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if once i was being sitted in front of the mirror and suddenly, like a wally, scram off. Just like that because i don't want people to touch my well-nourished hair much less to chop it off. But then again, i am still going against that unsettling feeling of mine. Most likely, given how easily distracted i am, I'm probably going to be noticing something else too busy to even care about my unsettling feelings and before i knew it, its already... Goodbye old &amp;amp; waist-length &amp;amp; wavy hair AND Hello new &amp;amp; short &amp;amp; hopeful suits me kind of hair. *sigh* Somehow, that doesn't lift my spirits notch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should i put this in words now that i could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sidetracking a little, i find it somehow highly annoying how some people doesn't seemed to be your friend, although they are. They have always been selfish, it seemed. They seemed to have already planned out your life for you and when you rebel against their plots, they will tend to tell you, "Oh [insert name here], you're 'out'. And you're not one of us now," Or probably they would belittle you, simply too ignorant and busy from acting like a bimbo. Their attitude would exasperate you and after some time you're probably too knackered to even defend yourself. Soon after you'll find yourself drifting away from them and sort of the mark of your cold wars and by them declaring war first is childish enough would make them regret losing you, instead of the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mentioning the above in my blog, i am not referring to any particular person. So, please refrain yourself from thinking it is you i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Me.&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/7956020221024377027-4785857726847397407?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a5e300466fb77aa4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4785857726847397407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4785857726847397407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4785857726847397407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4785857726847397407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-hear-by-way.html' title='We&apos;re real friends, so no matter how long you take- if you decide to look back, i&apos;ll be here.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5128073016364857153</id><published>2009-09-01T19:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:20:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll teach you how to see things in a new light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sp0IFVrvJZI/AAAAAAAABQE/T0sUZPFDPiA/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sp0F2FdNSdI/AAAAAAAABN8/rEURL1OGTRg/s400/photoshoot+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376459956885998034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sp0F1ZrL7aI/AAAAAAAABN0/fSMmVh8EYoM/s1600-h/photoshoot+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sp0F1ZrL7aI/AAAAAAAABN0/fSMmVh8EYoM/s400/photoshoot+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376459945133469090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, like finally. After a week of not blogging....here i am. Kay, whatever. A week or was it more than a week feels like......okay, i do not know what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day/Aces Day/Appreciation Day went great. Ms.C told us that we had over 40hours of rehearsals and such but concert was only an hour long or so. *sigh* Though i must admit, i never actually helped with the preparations and stuff. Only once. haha, Eversince Saturday's rehearsal, i became much closer to those two girls. The close bonds that we used to share made me immensely strong and each time we are together, i can't help but feel as though im sliding back to my past-which is totally next to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I have finally made up my mind to chop off my hair till shoulder length, and i think its one of those extreme things i have ever done. Hahah, but whatever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt; told me to go for it and will love me till i die. I will, during the holidays. Just see and wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have always wonder as to why people would be all sweet and nice whenever you're there but it actually masks the fact that they're sardonic humans. Yes, i know the ugly truth that everyone wears masks. Everything seems like an act. Everyone's faking everything. Yes, i know that too. Suddenly, it seems like the pantomime could talk. Everyone has a love/hate relationships. You'll go with the wind no matter where it'll take you. Well, i may be kind enough but i don't believe in coddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im busying myself with school-related stuffs. My morning was well spent over at Nabihah's. We had a good time all together. Now i just got to do things fast and get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sidetracking a little. I reallyreally need to have a new playlist. Im pretty bored with the current.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Taecyeon did not appear on episode 5 because he had a throat operation. At least thats what i heard. Thats just too sad, *__* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5128073016364857153?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5128073016364857153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5128073016364857153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5128073016364857153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5128073016364857153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-teach-you-how-to-see-things-in-new.html' title='I&apos;ll teach you how to see things in a new light.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sp0IFVrvJZI/AAAAAAAABQE/T0sUZPFDPiA/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5745579635785223307</id><published>2009-08-24T22:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:31:20.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got no one on your side now, do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SpKs0ODQZII/AAAAAAAABNk/jacQXtbyAOs/s1600-h/secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SpKs0ODQZII/AAAAAAAABNk/jacQXtbyAOs/s400/secrets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373547318531351682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;#161&lt;/span&gt;: How many &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt; can one hold in their heart?&lt;br /&gt;Probably none. Well, that mostly depends on the person itself. Sometimes you realized that keeping quiet is better as it makes your friendship grew stronger as ever rather than blab it out to any other people you happened to casually bumped into. But keeping every details means everything is between you and your best-friend or whoever it may be. And the good thing is, that's probably the only way to avoid any intruder's opinion from getting in the way for what you two believe in. But then again, when you create a world that lived only both of you, sometimes it seems so wrong in many ways. You prolly much-need other outside perspectives-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I've finally finished Social homework. I managed to copy "wholesale" from the chunks of words about RD/NDR(*roll eyes*) within short time. *sigh* I'm exhausted, due to everything that has happened for the couple of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;weeks/days/hours/minutes/seconds/milliseconds.&lt;/span&gt; I am moving on with life. I have put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and all the bad incidents behind. I have learnt that too much optimism can hurt. When i think of the grand scheme of things happened, i tried to think nothing terrible has occurred. Sometimes i just wish i had super ears so that even if someone is standing 30 feet away from me, i could still hear every word that came out. That way, i could be at least a little more affirmative about everything. From the awkward glare people shoot me and how they acted and tend to lean closer to each other, i knew they had been bitching about me a few seconds ago. Honestly speaking, if i had a friend like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; - I'd rather be friend-less. *grunts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're not human if you don't bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Copyrighted from &lt;a href="http://oh-mariko.xanga.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabihah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s Xanga on the 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It sounds so right, yet seems quite wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well moving on to happy thoughts. I have always loved birthdays since young. There's a saying that goes becoming older means getting wiser and looking back at your previous experiences in life, it helps you to grow as a person. It has evolved in so many ways but stayed the same in others. You may have changed over the years but on the inside, you've definitely not altered what you are, you're still purely you. And what could go wrong with birthdays? Absolute Nothing. You'll prolly received free hugs, prezzies and whatsoever. From apparels to accessories to gadgets or to money even- Well to see it in different view, it is similar to a situation whereby you're given only free stuffs throughout the day itself. And with the things rolling in, you'll feel rich naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well honestly, what could be more better than buying your own prezzie? Ha.Ha.Ha. Buying it with other people's money of course! *wriggle eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SpKq1BIFIMI/AAAAAAAABNc/az2Ln7zDIcI/s1600-h/ymhkf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SpKq1BIFIMI/AAAAAAAABNc/az2Ln7zDIcI/s400/ymhkf.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373545133218537666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Since when did they became so pretty? Oh wait. Since forever. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5745579635785223307?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5745579635785223307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5745579635785223307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5745579635785223307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5745579635785223307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-got-no-one-on-your-side-now-do-you.html' title='You got no one on your side now, do you?'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SpKs0ODQZII/AAAAAAAABNk/jacQXtbyAOs/s72-c/secrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1181063666112787159</id><published>2009-08-16T21:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:46:59.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im terribly sorry/you're the bestest and so i loved you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sog9pcEt3oI/AAAAAAAABNU/r9-oyCb11ew/s1600-h/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sog9pcEt3oI/AAAAAAAABNU/r9-oyCb11ew/s400/fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370610337759223426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*chuckles* somehow i have the sudden urge to screenshot everything. That proves on how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nabihah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really stalked me. HAHAHAHA. For some reason, i kind of think its cool. I mean you're able to know who wrote the most posts on your wall, gave you comments that seemed to be dragging but its just that you people are too ignorant to notice/bother, or even you can know how much anyone liked your wall posts that sometimes are nothing but pieces of shits. Hahah. I'd only managed to screenshot up to the seventh stalker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wanxin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Im Nabihah's 4th stalker though. Hhaha, and i was surprised to learn that i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; number one stalker. and i really do mean #1. I mean just how much did i always post something on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wall. Kay, whatever. I think you could click on it to enlarge it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I BETTER START STUDYING FOR POA NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And yes i know what you're most likely to think now. Today's post has been rather a meaningless one. Hhaah, whatever. So I'll briefly update about yesterday. Hah, never trust me on this. So here goes nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a quite important event that we have to attend. What i meant was, we played a major role for the start of the programme. It felt like everyone was depending on us to start it off. Initially, it was a nerve-recking moment. Everyone had butterflies. Even the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;coolest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guy. Hahah. Well anyway, as we walked in although we made mistakes, the audiences actually stood up-table by table and gave us the biggest round of applause. I felt like a royal. And although we were not supposed to smile, i can't help but had a soft smile in the end. Ooh, and did i mentioned the principal was there too? and the vice too? Yeah, they were there. So that made us more pressurised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The event ended late but since we were able to go off once we're off stage, and so we left early. We had dinner at MacDonald and i was homed at nearly 10PM. Initially, i really felt like backing out since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;best bestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is not there. She's down with flu and fever. So because of the germs that invaded her body at the wrong time, i was rather quite alone. But then again, i decided not to dwell on it so much longer and i was lucky, that the others managed to keep me company. I think i just had a new found friend(s). They're all so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want to be the only one. When everyone is changing for the good, i'll be the one changing for the worst. Its no use ranting to anyone. So i've decided to keep everything to myself or at least jot them down somewhere. I guess i'll just shut myself from the world, let my thoughts warp my mind. To be engulfed in a situation like this, trapped in a rut, too overwhelmed by everything is not a nice feeling after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-1181063666112787159?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1181063666112787159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1181063666112787159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1181063666112787159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1181063666112787159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/08/proper-post-in-few.html' title='im terribly sorry/you&apos;re the bestest and so i loved you.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sog9pcEt3oI/AAAAAAAABNU/r9-oyCb11ew/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5989557010561251317</id><published>2009-08-15T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:40:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoooooooooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SobYnFs4uTI/AAAAAAAABNM/t0_xHAYHOZs/s1600-h/avatar_1248788230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SobYnFs4uTI/AAAAAAAABNM/t0_xHAYHOZs/s400/avatar_1248788230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217771742837042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"i don't get it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just don't get you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5989557010561251317?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5989557010561251317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5989557010561251317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5989557010561251317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5989557010561251317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoooooooooo.html' title='whoooooooooo.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SobYnFs4uTI/AAAAAAAABNM/t0_xHAYHOZs/s72-c/avatar_1248788230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1380434514781959728</id><published>2009-08-13T15:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:36:38.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the unexpected.</title><content type='html'>HONESTLY, THOUGH I DON'T REALLY LIKE HER. I MUST ADMIT-she looked innocently pretty. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJwrSeD8I/AAAAAAAABNE/qr-E4Ud9FRc/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens878_4a819c91e77a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369357018846859202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJwrSeD8I/AAAAAAAABNE/qr-E4Ud9FRc/s400/vanessa_hudgens878_4a819c91e77a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't like what she was wearing though.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJlE9xaOI/AAAAAAAABM8/RL69u_HeTB4/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens871_4a819c91cfc65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356819580938466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJlE9xaOI/AAAAAAAABM8/RL69u_HeTB4/s400/vanessa_hudgens871_4a819c91cfc65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJkpd5V5I/AAAAAAAABM0/rvyI-qH15wc/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens870_4a819c91cc993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356812199483282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJkpd5V5I/AAAAAAAABM0/rvyI-qH15wc/s400/vanessa_hudgens870_4a819c91cc993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJkX0tAcI/AAAAAAAABMs/CF3mNjEaDWw/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens869_4a819c91c96c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356807463305666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJkX0tAcI/AAAAAAAABMs/CF3mNjEaDWw/s400/vanessa_hudgens869_4a819c91c96c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJj2U80mI/AAAAAAAABMk/5ef6wxEIVYM/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens868_4a819c91c63f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356798471754338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJj2U80mI/AAAAAAAABMk/5ef6wxEIVYM/s400/vanessa_hudgens868_4a819c91c63f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJjd5sCBI/AAAAAAAABMc/ZAgMNGAnmU0/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens867_4a819c91c3123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369356791914956818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJjd5sCBI/AAAAAAAABMc/ZAgMNGAnmU0/s400/vanessa_hudgens867_4a819c91c3123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST REACTION WHEN I KNEW I PASSED MY MATH TEST&lt;/strong&gt;: haha, i felt accomplished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was probably the first math paper which i passed. Given that my math result is forever abysmal, i never expected to pass. Haha, and i did it without even having to study(@__@). Even the worst student that has always treated Mr.Ng terribly, scored close to full marks. Practically, almost everyone did passed. Only a handful did badly, *__*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway. I spend my Monday afternoon at the Singapore Flyer with family. The ride was thrilling, especially when it reaches the highest peak. I was surprised to learn that we can have a bridview of Singapore, Malaysia and parts of Indonesia. Although, i must admit. I had butterflies the moment i stepped into the cabin with another 16 foreigners. I ambled my way to the cabin. I was already having negative thoughts that are probably going to happen if the cabin was not strong enough to hold the passengers. I spend 30 minutes walking everywhere and managed to snap some view from the top. It moved at a really really really slow speed and i felt as though i was not at all moving. In fact, i felt like i was stucked in the sky and the air was holding my whole weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't recalled where we went to after that ride. But we had late dinner at MacDonald's. Haha, and the whole time i was munching i felt the fats that were invading my body. I was afraid i would one day, have big thighs and bloated stomach, flabby arms and legs and everything about my body is just too fat. And my parents were trying to convince my sister and i how thin we both are and that we already have the perfect figure and such. But of course, they're lying. Parents lie to make their children feel good about themselves. Hhaa, but whatever. the fasting month is in a week time. I am soooo looking forward to fasting because thats the only way i could refrain myself from eating and avoid any kind of foods that are rather tempting. Ooh, i will definitely avoid the refrigerator as its the only source of temptation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i should probably stop blabbering right now and continue with my school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&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/7956020221024377027-1380434514781959728?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1380434514781959728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1380434514781959728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1380434514781959728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1380434514781959728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/08/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the unexpected.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoPJwrSeD8I/AAAAAAAABNE/qr-E4Ud9FRc/s72-c/vanessa_hudgens878_4a819c91e77a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2036832398517969773</id><published>2009-08-11T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:26:33.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be thin and aneroxic is 2 different things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTN39IacI/AAAAAAAABLs/pk0dNrTLN50/s1600-h/duff3331024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734097370278338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTN39IacI/AAAAAAAABLs/pk0dNrTLN50/s400/duff3331024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After. Shift your attention to her thighs. Nevertheless, she'd still is pretty.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTNDaUDxI/AAAAAAAABLk/C7eJt-R-03k/s1600-h/hilary%20duff%20sexy%209_4a6d8c52801f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734083265597202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTNDaUDxI/AAAAAAAABLk/C7eJt-R-03k/s400/hilary%2520duff%2520sexy%25209_4a6d8c52801f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty perfect legs/&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTOCjCcNI/AAAAAAAABL0/tiIhusdnFfc/s1600-h/2439884018_1f87892cef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734100213625042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTOCjCcNI/AAAAAAAABL0/tiIhusdnFfc/s400/2439884018_1f87892cef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happened to her pretty perfect legs? Was invaded by fats and such,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTM7ftnDI/AAAAAAAABLc/eHSRvFsAjo0/s1600-h/hilary%20duff%20sexy%208_4a6d8c527c374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734081140759602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTM7ftnDI/AAAAAAAABLc/eHSRvFsAjo0/s400/hilary%2520duff%2520sexy%25208_4a6d8c527c374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTMnY4C0I/AAAAAAAABLU/0F5gM5ZruMQ/s1600-h/hilary%20duff%20sexy%207_4a6d902872b74.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGSuIoVx1I/AAAAAAAABLE/PiMGfHouaKU/s1600-h/avril_lavigne1318_4a702acc39180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGSuVSd9oI/AAAAAAAABLM/hSDt_yZaG70/s1600-h/avril_lavigne1319_4a702acc3cc29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGStvtEvdI/AAAAAAAABK8/oMhpExNWqMo/s1600-h/avril_lavigne1317_4a702acc36681.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGStVFjI1I/AAAAAAAABK0/RqmnWiKEwRc/s1600-h/avril_lavigne1316_4a702acc337a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha. ha. Most probably she has been staying home for a couple of months since her last album. i was already a huge fan ever since i was 11 years old. She's multi-talented. She's capable of doing such things. Despite her tight schedule, Hilary spares some time to visit those unfortunate kids in Africa and all over the globe. She has a clothing line, designed clothes for barbie, model, singer, actress. I looked up on her, since few years back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll do a proper post with a proper greeting and such pretty soon, Ha. ha. wait. for. it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGPP5hxhNI/AAAAAAAABKs/XczRIOoNoag/s1600-h/h.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368729734105629906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGPP5hxhNI/AAAAAAAABKs/XczRIOoNoag/s400/h.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-2036832398517969773?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2036832398517969773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2036832398517969773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2036832398517969773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2036832398517969773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe-you-appear-right-before-me-by.html' title='to be thin and aneroxic is 2 different things.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoGTN39IacI/AAAAAAAABLs/pk0dNrTLN50/s72-c/duff3331024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7406697500765350074</id><published>2009-08-08T22:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:34:11.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty is just too hard to find.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoBN2LDS1fI/AAAAAAAABKc/1SQSJgi7Qc4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368376348900513266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoBN2LDS1fI/AAAAAAAABKc/1SQSJgi7Qc4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoBN2b6Zn8I/AAAAAAAABKk/j1Wnf2I-f-0/s1600-h/g.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368376353426612162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoBN2b6Zn8I/AAAAAAAABKk/j1Wnf2I-f-0/s400/g.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO &lt;em&gt;aliens in disguise&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*chuckles*, okay. For a start, that was totally absurd. Oh well. Thought it would be fun somehow. Anyway, i am soooo gonna skip for a proper greeting. I can't afford to waste time because then i will have to reboot my computer, lest it decides to suddenly zonk out only getting on my nerves. Needlees to say, at times blogger can be such a &lt;u&gt;(Fill in the blank, please)&lt;/u&gt; . I was having second thought to maybe, move to live journal or any other alternatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime after yesterday, i was reminded of my *scoffs* deprived childhood. haha, NO. i was just kidding when i mentioned 'deprived'. Just some childhood dream of mine. I wanted so much to be a famous actress or singer but seeing there's no way i could and i was rather blinded by those luxurious life of Hollywood stars, i changed my ambition. I was inspired to be a model, runway model but seeing how weight is made the first priority, i changed. Now, that explains the above pictures. Recently, i wanted to be an air-stewardess and then to a business woman but by only picturing how busy i would be in future and the consequences if my business were to go bankrupt, everything is just futile right? So then again, i wanted to be an accountant and imagining how high is my salary would make me indulge in too much serious shopping, is a bad thing. So now, something inspires me to be a psychiatrist. &lt;em&gt;Geee,&lt;/em&gt; I wonder whats next, *__*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i had a changed of skin, play list-well not really. It sure sounds a little bit different well that's because i only added a song. Speaking of which, i seriously need to have a new play list(s). I realised &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;k&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; albums or songs has spawned a string of hit singles, which is a good thing because they have been wanting to make it happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway. Thinking about dreading thoughts eventually managed to drive my mind back to school, which is not at all something to be appalled by. Speaking of which, unfortunately my class had to be used by those sec ones since they had to be isolated. And thanks to them, we had to use sec two classroom instead and the pupils? They moved somewhere else. Honestly, that was kind of stupid. But then again, i might liked their classroom given its condition. It sought of let us feel the friendly ambience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They could actually just have us shifted, and preserve those energy wasted. Anyway, we were given a second Chemistry teacher. I must admit she'd seriously looked obviously better than Ms.W, ha ha. Although it has been a week since she's with us, not a single word did came out of her mouth. She looked young and vulnerable and kind of sophisticated too which masks the fact that she could be just like Ms.Wang. But judging by how Ms.W introduced her in a gaily manner, i suddenly thought Ms.W could changed- &lt;em&gt;pigs will fly&lt;/em&gt;. She is like the epitome of a typical Auntie or so. For once, i thought Chemistry teachers have a dressing code or something 'cause they were wearing somewhat similar only the young wears it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&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/7956020221024377027-7406697500765350074?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7406697500765350074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7406697500765350074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7406697500765350074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7406697500765350074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-words-are-cold.html' title='Modesty is just too hard to find.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SoBN2LDS1fI/AAAAAAAABKc/1SQSJgi7Qc4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5130252597711257785</id><published>2009-07-26T22:36:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:52:54.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say it again for me.'/><title type='text'>You never know how horrible, lacking, deprived, my life is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Smxrkw8J0jI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1HWxSHztC9Q/s1600-h/Photo137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779535648084530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Smxrkw8J0jI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1HWxSHztC9Q/s400/Photo137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmxrmWO-eJI/AAAAAAAAA_g/nzwyXbrGvz4/s1600-h/ndp+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Smxrl_WqjcI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/zKki0EbtqYE/s1600-h/ndp+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh Hi Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it everytime blogger decides to get on my nerves. Tsk. Initially, i already had a plan in mind :&lt;strong&gt; TO UPLOAD PHOTOS FROM NDP PREVIEW ON THE 25TH&lt;/strong&gt; but since i had to reboot my computer all over again, everything was just unlike before. i can't upload any photos or video or change colours or fonts or even centralised everything. I swear that was totally highly annoying. Oh well anyway, i guess you just have to wait till the next post. There's almost 300 photos so it'll definitely no doubt, take time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the show was beyond words. It was memorable especially with all those good-looking crowd cheering and got their spirits up. Everyone sang the national anthem and recite the pledge out loud and clear. And proud, for that matter. The night-view was breathtaking. It was magnificient. The performance(s) was well-planned and organised. Half-way throughout the whole show, they made a live so called drama about wars and stuffs but i didn't know it cause i was too busy capturing the view from above. So all i could hear was the sound of machine whirring and beeping. Everything was in place and i felt as though that night was on the birthday itself. In other words, everyone played their part to the soothing and lively atmosphere. The goodies seems fine too. When i was ushered to my seat(Oh, i was allocated in the blue sector, by the way) I was wondering and was flabbergasted as to why did all those aunties and uncles bought HSM3 magazine. Most were probably just reading it or browsing through or fanning themselves cause of the unwanted weather. But then again, i found myself holding onto the magazine itself when i was looking through all those free stuffs. For a while, the thought where they were trying to promote HSM3 occured to me. But then again, i did not dwell or fret on it so much 'cause im not a big fan myself. Only a fan, not big. So no biggie. Oh, and before i forget. This year's theme song is called, "What do you see?" It was written by Dick lee(whoever he is) and sung originally by Electrico. I once did stumbled upon the video but all i could think of was "Oh, crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did i mention i was with my sister? Yeah, i was. As weird as it sounds, that was actually the first ever time i went out with her if i were to exclude all the times with family. Well, also excluding the times where we went to westmall together. Back to the main part. The show ended at around early night. Well that was quite a disappointment cause i was hoping it would end at somewhere around 11PM. &lt;em&gt;[chuckles],&lt;/em&gt; anyway. We spend a good 15 minutes just trying to escape our way out. First, we were left with no choice but to wait patiently for (most) people to walk down since we were seated at the last few rows. And another few minutes closed to half hour too, to make our way safely to Marina Square. Although there were a huge crowd practically just thought of nothing but themselves, i got to admit. My sympathized honestly went to the army &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt; because i overheard &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;their conversations that they were trying to inform people to avoid moving their feets towards the Esplanade but too sad for them, nobody even bothered to listen. I heard their officer went like, "&lt;u&gt;YOU GOT TO SHOUT AT THEM NO MATTER WHAT&lt;/u&gt;." Well, that was sad. For Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, upon reaching the Marina, i was a bit lost. My sister was too. My both feet was glued to the ground, simply refused to move. Probably were too amazed by the number of people putting their butts down the stairs. Despite that, I was frantically trying to find someone i know &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;(i don't know why either!)but i was blinded by the colour of the dark sky. Every faces seems to be darkened and a bit of a mystery. I barely could recognised their faces. There were just too many youngsters staring at everyone who chose to walk past them. From far view, i could only hear girls giggling to probably a joke made by their boyfriend that wasn't really funny. Youngsters chattering among their own crowd, and i saw a teenage girl whimpering cause she fell onto the grass. Some were scary, some were quirky. Some looked friendly, some looked as though they were planning an evil plot against anyone. Some guys shot us that blank look, whereas some guys were literally watching our every step. Oh, and i recalled a weird encounter with these 2 guys. Hhaah, funny plus random conversation we had. I'd mentioned it was weird cause we have never seen each other before, never knew one another but a conversation could easily strucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only intention entering the mall was for the washroom. But since the queue was just long and there shall be no cuts, we'd decided to go out back again. We had our (late) dinner at macDonalds. That was fattening. Oh, well. Was homed by nearly 12AM. I was too exhausted by then that upon reaching home &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;, i did not thought of nothing else but to go straight to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just when i thought everything's going to be fine, bad news began to rise. As i crawled out of bed and when all the lights shines on me, those inner thoughts began to rise up to surface only reminding me how horrible, lacking, deprived my life is. I have always been so envious of everyone because they have what i don't. I have always wanted one, needed one so bad but never got it. Yes, im a little bit bruised on the inside and somehow only am capable of showing the happy side on the outside. But im still here, aren't I? Plus that was sad, wasn't it?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;ME &lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5130252597711257785?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5130252597711257785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5130252597711257785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5130252597711257785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5130252597711257785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-never-know-how-horriblw-lacking.html' title='You never know how horrible, lacking, deprived, my life is.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Smxrkw8J0jI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1HWxSHztC9Q/s72-c/Photo137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1596387593000650139</id><published>2009-07-22T21:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:33:58.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good for you but the best for us.'/><title type='text'>You're a pretty boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3a9ff57b653e1ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3a9ff57b653e1ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41543C73AFB4D88B3DCC0AE2140AFF377FA88C37.270B9F5D8E02332BA3C4703E261F3D879B51DDE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3a9ff57b653e1ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCyfoqoFI1xLxy_jJVNd1ySRdQ8U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3a9ff57b653e1ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41543C73AFB4D88B3DCC0AE2140AFF377FA88C37.270B9F5D8E02332BA3C4703E261F3D879B51DDE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3a9ff57b653e1ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCyfoqoFI1xLxy_jJVNd1ySRdQ8U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought it was going to be scorcher again today, but no. Turned out, it has been raining even when i woke up, still rubbing those sleeps from my eyes. For a minute, i worried. Alot, rather. I was afraid the rain would not cease. I was afraid i will be late for school. Turned out, the rain did stopped. Seems like they'd understood and sensed my uneasiness. So then, everyone's happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well anyway, school seems fine. I was reminded to take the Chemistry test after school. I swear it was horribly done. Well honestly speaking, the questions itself were terrible and i was pressurised by Ms.W's presence. She was probably a few centimetres away from me, watching my every move, so afraid that i would somehow find my way to cheat since im from E3. (&lt;em&gt;chuckles)&lt;/em&gt; Well, honestly im sure that pure chance we're already on her list of 'the most horrible class'. But before she handed me the paper, she shot me that blank face that probably, most likely, next to possible that i am the only hope now. After marking all answers scripts, i am the only one left to please her which of course i didn't. I hardly studied. So you could easily made a conclusion that upon receiving the test paper, the questions was a little too difficult for someone who didn't study and i was aboslutely dumbfounded. I can't get them to cooperate with my brain. I saw the disappointment looked drawn on her face when i told her i hardly did any revision. I stammered a little wondering what would be the perfect answer just to avoid any awkward silence or moments. Too bad for me, the two on two moments with her was nothing but silence. An awkward one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moving on to an unrelated stuffs, i was supposed to do my self-study for physics since there will be a test on it tomorrow. But for some reasons, i did not. I'd prefer to sit and locked my eyes to the television screen rather than jotting down notes. But i was going to until a sudden distraction decides to come to me at the wrong time, (&lt;em&gt;roll eyes)&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, (&lt;em&gt;scoffs) &lt;/em&gt;it is not as though i would be able to really fully give my fullest attention to the textbook. I know myself too well, i can't afford to sit and stare blankly for hours, there's bound to be alot of distractions that kept me away from all those unwanted notes and most importantly, revising. So, i ditched my plan because of those ditractions. But for some reasons, i never regretted it and i refused to state the reason down here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sidetracking a little, i swear i have been having so much excitement washed over me everytime i thought about how'd fun if my group were to collaborate with &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ME.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-1596387593000650139?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1596387593000650139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1596387593000650139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1596387593000650139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1596387593000650139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-your-genie.html' title='You&apos;re a pretty boy.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-788037309409866307</id><published>2009-07-20T13:32:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:45:15.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claiming you love me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you held my hand'/><title type='text'>that is what you get when you declare war with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmQUxmJ0i0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/sADk5FNWP_U/s1600-h/fff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360432298765617986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmQUxmJ0i0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/sADk5FNWP_U/s400/fff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm getting so disorientated, i panicked when i realised it was Sunday already when i was looking, scanning through my schedule for July. Oh wait, today is Monday. And yet, not a single assignment is done. &lt;em&gt;How Great! &lt;/em&gt;Oh, and the greatest thing today? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; NOT IN SCHOOL. &lt;/u&gt;I'm staying in today. Only today, although i wished it was for the rest of the week. *grunts* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt; going on here, my head is so&lt;strong&gt; so so messy&lt;/strong&gt;. I was given the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;priviledged&lt;/span&gt; to stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; for a day. I've been procrastinating rather too much lately such to the extend where i would somewhat may regret it with "if only i could..".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360411445248170290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmQBzwv0mTI/AAAAAAAAA-o/WNG90SWDQ2o/s400/yyf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday after spending hours at a cousin wedding, took a little trip down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Point. I swear that upon reaching home, my feet hurts and was caused by the black heels with a pointed front i had, to put on. Initially my sister and i wanted to find something to be worn on Racial harmony Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ever since&lt;/span&gt; last Friday. But i know my mother's reaction to it too well that i almost forgotten all about it. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing that pure chance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be seen wearing the green uniform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been wearing since 2007, n____n Oh well. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; left with really no choice. But a good thing came out of it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not the only one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;, *sigh contentedly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360432305530175826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmQUx_WngVI/AAAAAAAAA-4/3LFjrWcXtng/s400/2pm_singles_20090619_seoulbeats2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since mid-morning, I've been wanting to avoid going into the kitchen. So my main point is, i have been wanting to stay away from the source of temptation which is for the obvious, the &lt;strong&gt;REFRIGERATOR&lt;/strong&gt;. I know myself too well that i can't, no matter how hard i tried. Its worthless. Thus, the decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hotmail&lt;/span&gt; is being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suckish&lt;/span&gt;. Keeps sending me all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; files or documents and for a second i thought, they were spamming me. *chuckles* But on second thought, its totally next to impossible so then i have decided to stop dwelling on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever since the early morning, and just when the sun rise, i have heard nothing but the birds squawking. I have seen nothing expect my own reflection when i looked in the mirror. I have tasted nothing but the bitterness of life and i would regret it with "if only". I had my own dreams, you had yours. You had our own fears, i had mine to worry too. We were both afraid, both unprepared. But you were with me all of the way. We contradict whatever we say. I figured that trouble will only raises its head once we were trapped. But you showed me what i couldn't see, when i was lost in my own world and i couldn't thank you enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and i've been spending my time, too much of my time, watching videos until i have the sudden urge to upload this following video below. As you can see &lt;strong&gt; IT IS SO OBVIOUS THERE'S THAT GUY FROM SS501 FEATURED,&lt;/strong&gt; and please do not presumed that i liked that guy, cause clearly i don't. &lt;em&gt;Sounds mean though&lt;/em&gt;. Well anyway, for his fans, enjoy drooling over him. My only desire to upload it was because i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the song, it is beautiful and easy on the ears if you were to ask me. ^__^ Oh and the &lt;u&gt;MV&lt;/u&gt; for the song seems cool too especially the part when the woman featured was standing in the rain and stuffs like that. HAAHA, you should watch it sometime. And if you decide to find more of such videos, its not under "Boys over flowers". You have to search it using the title of the song. Really, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ae60d0d5b3369f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ae60d0d5b3369f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D111C15A38DC709F7DA069307284D01327057B612.75DADAD186B619D8C44BB71F9625CCF4EC580CB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ae60d0d5b3369f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzD7oQP921GBgteMlI4r4WPwQ3AI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ae60d0d5b3369f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D111C15A38DC709F7DA069307284D01327057B612.75DADAD186B619D8C44BB71F9625CCF4EC580CB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ae60d0d5b3369f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzD7oQP921GBgteMlI4r4WPwQ3AI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-788037309409866307?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7ae60d0d5b3369f0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/788037309409866307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=788037309409866307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/788037309409866307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/788037309409866307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-is-what-you-get-when-you-declare.html' title='that is what you get when you declare war with me.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmQUxmJ0i0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/sADk5FNWP_U/s72-c/fff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-6778968117527900441</id><published>2009-07-18T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:31:47.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its upsetting. Its sad. Its depressing. Its frustrating. CrestFallen.&lt;br /&gt;Its similar to a situation whereby you're stuck in a rut, but you're actually not.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted so much to get out of the stinging sensation, but you don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;You have the desire to express your feelings/thoughts out in words, but you're still struggling.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understands you, nobody takes you seriously, nobody spare a thought for your feelings, nobody hears your say.&lt;br /&gt;You never be gone with wind, you never lead.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you let it take you to where it wants to go but there's so much more you've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one who have always watched from a distance as others made life for you.&lt;br /&gt;And you wanted to know, how that would feel, to make and have a life of your own.&lt;br /&gt;And that is my feelings for the moment. n___n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-6778968117527900441?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6778968117527900441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=6778968117527900441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6778968117527900441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6778968117527900441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-upsetting.html' title=''/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4181566246986198813</id><published>2009-07-18T01:34:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:55:19.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i should have known better.'/><title type='text'>Now im left to forget about us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmDiEqm2o7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/izSxFXrX1xk/s1600-h/3546037783_fd680fcff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359532126355497906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmDiEqm2o7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/izSxFXrX1xk/s400/3546037783_fd680fcff4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh* Like finally, photo uploader decides to take pity on me. Double the joy. Well anyway, i shall make it a point to remind myself about not promoting &lt;em&gt;my boys&lt;/em&gt; here in any way . Oh, whatever. Shall not anymore be concerned about the outside world, about those you-know-what. Hahah, in the midst of updating my official site, my brainless but brilliant that sometimes works wonders computer decides to calm itself down and inhibited and i had to reboot it all over again. Not to mention the time wasted trying to get internet be atleast cooperative with me. Needless to say, i was a little bit annoyed everytime this happens and i'll have unsaved changes that need to be save and when i had it reboot, they're gone. And yes, im used to it by now given the number of years i've been depending on this computer alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel guilty that i don't normally do Ms.W's homework(s). I guess im starting it..like tomorrow or the following day. After all, its the weekend. Speaking of which, I've got tonnes of tests that i got no choice but to look forward to. Dammit, there's Chemistry on Monday, Math on Tuesday, Physics on Thursday, Computer Studies on Friday. Killer joy. Not to mention about the untouched homeworks which are probably due sometime next week. I guess from now, i got to spent my weekends studying, scribbling littles notes i'll probably make and letting all the pressure just come to me. Needless to say, from now, im determined to turn in early (almost) every night since the eduacational cycle is forever endless. Its forevermore dullish and grey, n__n&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and i'd stayed up late yesterday night, locking my eyes to the television screen and keep the remote safe to myself lest anyone wanted to have a change of channel, with the only desire to witness with my very own eyes the part whereby someone (deliberately) pulled Taecyeon down on stage. Hah, I heard it from Claudine and felt my heart sank. But somehow, there wasn't any such saddening and definitely, upsetting scenario happened. So im guessing they have probably edit it, only aired the happy performances since it was the encore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway, i'd have always been a fan of reality shows whether it is a talk show or based on true-life stories. I'd have always loved them both. Not forgetting those television shows whereby they featured your idols. Its amusing/amazing how you could be among the first to witness all those groundbreaking interviews, get the inside scoop of everything. Oh, and you could even have a life lesson learnt at the end of the day. Its funny how those weird little things helps to make up your destiny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost forgot. My only intention for updating was to actually re-tell those unwanted feelings in words but due to one of my traits, I'd ended up putting it almost at the end. Well anyway, my both legs felt so numb in the mid-morning and the feeling was still there even after reaching late evening. The pain was unbearable such to the extend that i can't bring myself to climb up the stairs, coming down the stairs. With every step of the way, i made an "ouch" sound. With everything i do with my legs. haha, it started out because i was trying so hard to pass my SBJ (which i didn't despite my effort). I was feeling a little bit groggy after Physical Education and had to limp all the way back to class. How sad, Q___Q I walked back home feeling exhausted. Too tired, i could hardly breathe. Yes, that was how tired i am. Even though im not quite sure of the cause. Obviously, by feeling numb doesn't make me feel this way. I was feeling lethargic that upon reaching home, i'd thrust my school bag down onto floor and decided to lay my body onto the black couch and soon, released myself into deep sleep still wearing the green uniform. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On a happy note, Nabihah is legally 16(!) HAHAH. Good for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, im done here. So Goodbye to you, my readers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I got to learn how to get to my point faster!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-4181566246986198813?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4181566246986198813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4181566246986198813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4181566246986198813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4181566246986198813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/young-at-heart.html' title='Now im left to forget about us.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SmDiEqm2o7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/izSxFXrX1xk/s72-c/3546037783_fd680fcff4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1242890601495736709</id><published>2009-07-16T15:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:17:08.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;ll never know.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try it'/><title type='text'>You hide, I will never seek for you ever again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dac771e2603d20ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddac771e2603d20ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3601127BF6EC10E439873D6B05E1AF17759A38B1.6C34E0624A89CF50E0F7F382777FE14383DFBF31%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddac771e2603d20ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQuvUi7InWnXYDIzOUozTpCXu2sw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddac771e2603d20ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3601127BF6EC10E439873D6B05E1AF17759A38B1.6C34E0624A89CF50E0F7F382777FE14383DFBF31%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddac771e2603d20ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQuvUi7InWnXYDIzOUozTpCXu2sw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Hi love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a continuaton to it. i just have to wait for the right time to upload it. Probably just when the video uploader decides to cooperate instead of making me feel a little pissed. HAHAH, well. anyway, im pretty sure you would enjoy the video above just like how i did. I can assure you, you'll find yourself lauging your way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, school's dreadful as usual. I've mentioned it alot of times before. I'd loved how Sharmain and I always talks about Ms.W's boyfriend. I wonder how does she behave when with her boyfriend because being girly and such is so not her. Because she's better known or rather well-known for being the weirdest teacher with weird behaviour and believe me, its not just me. (Almost) everyone shares the same thought as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, there's nothing to be fantasized about. Test today was manageable. I'd managed to reconcile everything. I think i might actually pass this one, compared to the previous test where i did myself wrong. It was a let down, was disappointing enough to make myself regret evrything. Well anyway, i hate just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to something less stressful if you were to think deep enough, definitely its not anymore school or school-related stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home with Rohani plus Nabihah, not to mention how they were trying to make me feel bad by pretending to be whispering to each other's ear and im able to notice the mean plan they were talking about by just having a glance at R's suspicious expression made on her face. Hhaah, that moment stopped until they finally took pity on me and decides to finally tell me what they've been whispering all along. Q_______Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and back to the story. I'd saw this magazine named 'Teenage' in the newstand and it really annoys me how they are getting all those k-pop bands featured in the magazine. And while browsing through, i can finally heaved a sigh of relief cause there's no 2PM. hah, or i'll be so pissed that if i were rich enough im probably going to buy the whole stack of magazine from all bookstores. Or provision shops(if they were to sell those things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erdina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-1242890601495736709?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dac771e2603d20ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1242890601495736709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1242890601495736709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1242890601495736709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1242890601495736709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html' title='You hide, I will never seek for you ever again.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-6169902307835784871</id><published>2009-07-14T22:29:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:04:13.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unreasonably Stupid.'/><title type='text'>Unreasonably stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlzBWlEs7pI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/JvsIJskE5Gg/s1600-h/3663135465_85f1795102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358370250317164178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlzBWlEs7pI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/JvsIJskE5Gg/s400/3663135465_85f1795102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlyzqBayLOI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8MVzl5IhEF0/s1600-h/dsd.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Hi Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall not anymore dwell on the past, only helps me to get a little cranky because its just a little bit too unreasonably stupid . Anyway, honestly speaking, i can't figure out what's gotten into me. Dammit, i gotta get out of this stinging sensation, Q___________Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy thoughts. happy thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, i'd rather not do a proper post. I shall then summarized everything. Furthermore, im not me today, n_________n. Okay, here it goes. After school went out with Rohani to bugis(but initial plan was to Far East and the plan backfired due to some reasons) . And yes, we had a changed of outfits. After all, you can never find me lingering outside school wearing uniform. And arrived Bugis at nearly 6PM and did a little shopping(spree) together. HAHAH, its been quite some time ever since i went there. Homed by night time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wonder what is up with some people these days. Admit they were a korean freak/fan after half-way watching BoysOverFlowers on Channel U, starts to realise their 'liking' for SS501( or any other korean pop band) because Kim hyun Joong is part of them. Or probably, they are merely just trying to fit in. Whatever they have as a reason, i finally came to realise that some people admitted they were a fan because a particular member that happens to be charming or whatsoever are part of the band/group. Im pretty upset or rather pissed given the current situation. *roll eyes* On the other hand, im not saying others can't be a fan either. Honestly speaking, based on my perspective they are fake fan girls(just like how mariko would phrase it). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps/i'll upload video(s) the next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-6169902307835784871?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6169902307835784871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=6169902307835784871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6169902307835784871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6169902307835784871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_14.html' title='Unreasonably stupid.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlzBWlEs7pI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/JvsIJskE5Gg/s72-c/3663135465_85f1795102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8610430025824287508</id><published>2009-07-12T02:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:31:32.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ffc18f6e48dfdd7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ffc18f6e48dfdd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1549A380FE160E1FDAA56D061AE4B74C16080985.4C6A493E29F1213A772CBAADCFB44641CC8C0A08%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ffc18f6e48dfdd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLvQdmQ_W6F9aDewPUKs84YXGNes&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ffc18f6e48dfdd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1549A380FE160E1FDAA56D061AE4B74C16080985.4C6A493E29F1213A772CBAADCFB44641CC8C0A08%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ffc18f6e48dfdd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLvQdmQ_W6F9aDewPUKs84YXGNes&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. CAN'T. WAIT. FOR. NEXT. WEEK. (!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well anyway, its rare today that i hardly post anything. In other words, I just wanted to show the vidoe above. They're hilarious and definitely worth your time(: And there's a couple more HILARIOUS video(s) waiting to be uploaded the next time i discovered the need to. Its a must watch especially when &lt;em&gt;Jaebeom &lt;/em&gt;'s part where he wanted to do a performance in exchange of free food. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, after hours of staring blankly at my wardrobe and organizing them a little that i finally came to realise how much clothes i owned. There's alot of Tee/cardigans/skirts/blouse/whatever hidden under a pile of other boring tops i usually have been seen wearing almost everytime. I have a newfound skirt which i still remembered all the details vividly that i've bought it since 2005 and have only seen wearing it once. HAH, i was still lucky i am able to fit in. Well, anyway i gotta catch up with some homeworks and school-related stuffs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh on a sidenote, as you can see very well why today's post is so unlike the previous posts i did. Mainly because of the connection problem Or chances are because of not wanting to cooperate. Everything seems to be aligning itself to the centre, and i don't fancy it, Q_________Q.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-8610430025824287508?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ffc18f6e48dfdd7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8610430025824287508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8610430025824287508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8610430025824287508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8610430025824287508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday.html' title='YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1956790429304250332</id><published>2009-07-11T01:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:15:52.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It can never be the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;JunHo, SCRIBBLING ON A PIECE OF PAPER, LOOKS LETHARGIC. hahah, :D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleHCexCIRI/AAAAAAAAA-A/VN5tkI6fb48/s1600-h/rfhre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356898758468706578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleHCexCIRI/AAAAAAAAA-A/VN5tkI6fb48/s400/rfhre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JunSu, TOO ENGRROSED IN HIS IPOD OR WHATEVER THAT THING IS.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleHCE8tP6I/AAAAAAAAA94/FteHcO7Vb0o/s1600-h/3581401505_ff10f7df64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356898751538347938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleHCE8tP6I/AAAAAAAAA94/FteHcO7Vb0o/s400/3581401505_ff10f7df64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JunHo, hahah and HELL NO. I NEVER KNEW THE REASON WHY. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEjkkN3pI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yAhg_kcr7oE/s1600-h/jh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356896028426362514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEjkkN3pI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yAhg_kcr7oE/s400/jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS ONE MAKES YOU LOVE HIM EVEN MORE.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEi1YZU6I/AAAAAAAAA9g/qCUv3XaHtrA/s1600-h/3507807869_294732db60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356896015760315298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEi1YZU6I/AAAAAAAAA9g/qCUv3XaHtrA/s400/3507807869_294732db60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ChanSung's SELF-SHOT. HAHAH, THAT IS CUTE Q__Q&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEjclwCHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/WubrPLYqjow/s1600-h/chansung"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356896026285312114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEjclwCHI/AAAAAAAAA9o/WubrPLYqjow/s400/chansung%27s+self-shot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE WAS PRETENDING TO BE ASLEEP. HAHAH, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEiq8sYVI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Sjy2KpuL8Vw/s1600-h/3667498122_7eff4fe13c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356896012959768914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleEiq8sYVI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Sjy2KpuL8Vw/s400/3667498122_7eff4fe13c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TAECYEON(!)&lt;/span&gt;MUNCHING ON THE PIECE OF BREAD.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sld3Ul-Wp2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/nSAjoUYTnL8/s1600-h/hgmr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881477455226722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sld3Ul-Wp2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/nSAjoUYTnL8/s400/hgmr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Hi Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAAHH, something tells me some people or rather most probably everybody will get bored everytime they decides to take a little trip to my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EASY:&lt;/strong&gt; Because whenever i made up my mind to do a post, its always been the same. It has always been either Taec's or 2pm pretty pictures. HAHA, i can't help it. And now, i realised there's a few hundreds of their pictures in a folder. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well anyways, the day before Wooyoung's birthday, they had an interview and after the other 6 sang and dance and being all goofy(even when there's camera rolling), Wooyoung and the rest admitted how important they are to each other and eventually, that was the best part. HAHH, and by the way, Junsu has the best spelling skills while Nickhun was the worst among all. HAHAH, and they comforted him by feeding him with sentences like &lt;em&gt;"The girls still loved you better".&lt;/em&gt; hahah, and apparently, that method works. I just loved to see the bonds between them. They never once felt embarrased to show off their 'brotherhood' or their goofiness. Hahahh, and the best part? When wooyoung messed up during their music video shoot, chansung and the rest didn't criticized or whatsoever. Instead, junsu went up to him and hug him. Thats the really best part. They're so unlike other groups who hardly ever do that. I mean, showed off their stupidity, goofiness, etc. when the camera has already started to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I once watched a video of them backstage before doing their performance and i swear they were being too cute. HAHAH, 'cause one of the reason involves having Wooyoung to sit on Junsu's lap 'cause all the seats were occupied.And yes, they may seemed a little bit of gay and no, they're just not. I just love how they seemed not to care whether or not there's camera recording every of their moves. They are the type who would do anything they want, whenever they want and simply ignoring everything thats in their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My apology if i were the cause of your boredom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well. Life's a heaven and needless to say, school's shit. Although, its not always a shit whenever there's best-best-best-friends around me 'cause i will be given the chance to whine about nothing and everything all at once. Or better yet, i'll be able to rant to them about &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; or just about my horrible horrible day. I remembered having some people who will tend to shoot me with those blank looks whenever i have the urge to tell them about Korea-related stuffs. HAHAH, but i never once cared and went on until i, myself am tired of hearing my voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moving on to an unrelated matters, I really wished people would somewhat decides to stop interfering in my life. Especially those who irks me alot. I swear, no doubt and apparently everyone shares the same thought as me( if they were me of course). Its not as though they really care about the things occured to me, they were just being too nosey. I can't wrap up my mind around the fact about how people really over-reacted when i myself don't. Its my life im leading. I just am not able to handle it too well. I felt as though i was invaded by some kind of human-alien types of people. And i can't seemed to let go of the things i should have because even if i tried, there will still be bits and bits of pieces left behind. Believe me, i've been wanting and willing to let it slipped through my fingers but something pulled me back, a voice of reason i forgot i had. All i know is it cannot be the same even i hold on to it. It'll just keep piling up until i can't take it anymore and literally explode. Q___Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&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/7956020221024377027-1956790429304250332?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1956790429304250332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1956790429304250332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1956790429304250332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1956790429304250332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/b-to-i-to-bangbang.html' title='It can never be the same.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SleHCexCIRI/AAAAAAAAA-A/VN5tkI6fb48/s72-c/rfhre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-6006383394412538004</id><published>2009-07-09T20:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:22:32.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You got to stop talking to me.'/><title type='text'>Stumble upon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaebeom, Taecyeon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlXr8nYODWI/AAAAAAAAA84/eOpGLQxXcTk/s1600-h/3702228548_64326a9e66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356446758422318434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlXr8nYODWI/AAAAAAAAA84/eOpGLQxXcTk/s400/3702228548_64326a9e66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlXr9NUwV3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/0rq-yTBwsL4/s1600-h/3702228674_29f71e8498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356446768608335730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlXr9NUwV3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/0rq-yTBwsL4/s400/3702228674_29f71e8498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickhun, Wooyoung.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlXr8-bqrMI/AAAAAAAAA9A/fkwNzHCCEZ8/s1600-h/3702228880_79cfc3b70c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356446764610792642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlXr8-bqrMI/AAAAAAAAA9A/fkwNzHCCEZ8/s400/3702228880_79cfc3b70c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Schooldays was pretty much being nothing but dull and dreadful. Honestly, there's really nothing for me or you or rather anyone, well unless you thought of school as the best place to be whenever you're not at home which high chances are, you are not in your right mind to even comment and that would be a crazy idea. Gee, i wonder why i had to choose to start off with my thoughts of school. And speaking of school, test today was really starting to give me the pressure. I pretty much messed everything up, which obviously leads to only one thing : &lt;u&gt;I AM SOOOOO GONNA FLUNG THIS HORRIBLE HORRIBLE TEST.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear i did not managed to complete any of the 4 questions. Well, i sort of did but i can't seemed to get the right balance. Oh, and the worst part? HAHA, for once, i've forgotten ALL of it, including all the important steps 'cause suddenly my brain decides to calm down a little(or was it too much?) and pushed the thoughts or information needed for the test way behind just to leave me feeling panicky or so. Nevertheless, the thought or fact that everyone did messed up managed to comfort me a little. And most probably this will only lead to one thing also known as- good news; Ms.Z would most likely change her mind and decides she won't accumulate the marks for this one. (beyond)terrible. test into the CA thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, enough deliberately trying to type out every details. I shall hereby, stop making myself feel so sad. Initially Ms.Z had given more than just a month to revise. She'd even gave us the questions with the answers for the test just so we may ace it. But hell no, i did not even try to attempt them and a feeling of regret washed over me while i was scribbling on the ledger paper only wasting ink 'cause i was struggling and suffering in silence while laying my eyes on those who were diligently doing the test hoping a kind soul would sympathized with my pathetic and seriously helpless state to feed me with the right answers. But no, there were no such things. That was merely just part of my wild thoughts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway Im starting to have the feeling of worth having changing seats with Chloe. Hahah, obviously i was too reluctant when Mr.P wanted us to switch places 'cause although nobody surrounds me really hardly ever tries to get me into any conversations(except claudine, at times) Im so used to it already, i don't mind if i were meant to be there for the whole year. But i must admit, sometimes thats pretty much the sole reason as to why i always fell asleep in class. I will tend to get lonely, and finally doze off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now that i've finally being let out of the rut, my new environment definitely seems to be alot different. There's lively people surrounds me. And i swear they never cease to entertain me. Which is good at times-especially Chemistry, it'll do me a big favour by helping me to avoid dozing off. HAHAH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have decided to perk up my blog with videos instead of just chunks &amp;amp; chunks of words and a couple of retarded faces, you have probably seen while blog-hopping. So you'll probably noticed any from now. Or not. Maybe in my upcoming posts. But i can assure you, most likely it wouldn't be consistent or a routine because im sensing i may get a little impatient at times like this. Those video uploader refused to cooperate with me nicely just like how the photo uploader would. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, change of mind. I'll have a video uploaded tonight. Happy watching(!!) I wonder when will their comeback stage performance be. Oh and by the way, if you were to watch its MV its actually a sadsad song, with sadsad lyrics and sad video to go along with it. Q__Q &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dce3d208b2a70112" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddce3d208b2a70112%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FDF4444E4B72DAC25B5DB559013570BE05EBE4F.7D23A91280860335674D2A2089607F3E402AB355%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddce3d208b2a70112%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-uGqujJnPfWfhuD1NimB5o9JrZM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddce3d208b2a70112%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FDF4444E4B72DAC25B5DB559013570BE05EBE4F.7D23A91280860335674D2A2089607F3E402AB355%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddce3d208b2a70112%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-uGqujJnPfWfhuD1NimB5o9JrZM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-6006383394412538004?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6006383394412538004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=6006383394412538004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6006383394412538004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6006383394412538004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/stumble-upon.html' title='Stumble upon.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlXr8nYODWI/AAAAAAAAA84/eOpGLQxXcTk/s72-c/3702228548_64326a9e66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-5799706378118417752</id><published>2009-07-08T15:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:13:52.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im just too lucky.'/><title type='text'>why won't you come to me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChanSung Nickhun.&lt;/strong&gt;(And please, do not misinteprete. They're straight.)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlRG31oNxTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/SOnEc9QeiyU/s1600-h/chan&amp;amp;nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355983781952865586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlRG31oNxTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/SOnEc9QeiyU/s400/chan%26nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlRG3lfxKKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kgnPCOwq8_0/s1600-h/chan&amp;amp;nick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355983777622468770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlRG3lfxKKI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kgnPCOwq8_0/s400/chan%26nick1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School was dreadful. As usual. Nothing you could fantasized about. Well anyway, it is really frustrating everytime i have forgotten something because then, it would take me several hours or even days to recall. Even worse, i can't recall it at all. For instance, i have always been the one forgetting my password to an account. And its highly annoying because even when i tried to retrieve it, i can't. Since then, i've always record down my passwords for different accounts. I swear its a big help to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It feels like i am the only one with the undone homework(if i were to exclude A). It was due on first day of school reopen but since Ms.T has that trait of being too lenient, she decides to let it go and instead gave us (too many) chances that such to the extend that till now, im still stuck at Question 8. How great. There's too other subjects assignments i have yet to complete them. By hook or by crook, im determined to complete it by today. I shall therefore remind myself not to delay anymore or it won't turn pretty later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lately, as i was idling my time away I have came to realise that now, everyone loves or rather admit they were a fan ever since Boys over Flowers premiered on channel U. Mostly are girls, for the obvious. Needless to say, everyone's a fan in general. Still, i can't seemed to wrap up my mind about the fact that they just had to switch voices to Chinese and subtitles are way too different from the original. Plus, their names have been subjected to change too. Its really highly annoying, but since i have watched it on KBS and pretty soon to purchase the full volume, i hate just watching it on Channel U. Q__Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two days ago, i had this same weird dream again. Well to be honest, its not at all weird but its just too strange as how its always has been a particular someone appeared. And everytime a particular someone appeared, everything seems so right. Everything seems to be falling in place unlike reality. Everyone was just way beyond happy. Maybe, i've been reading too much into it. It may forever meant nothing...right? &lt;em&gt;Right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ebc5365b102fe6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01ebc5365b102fe6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69F80295E6210B46FA3E08D97311088CC126310B.60437604C44968CB371C641FB030F6CB204FF187%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ebc5365b102fe6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvdhJpSG1ryHlAGv8iaFebi2R0xs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01ebc5365b102fe6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69F80295E6210B46FA3E08D97311088CC126310B.60437604C44968CB371C641FB030F6CB204FF187%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ebc5365b102fe6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvdhJpSG1ryHlAGv8iaFebi2R0xs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yayy, like finally video uploader finally wanted to cooperate with me. back then, it would take a miracle for me to upload just a video. Anyway, enjoy drooling over them(: And i'll upload some more pretty soooooon, :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-5799706378118417752?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ebc5365b102fe6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5799706378118417752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=5799706378118417752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5799706378118417752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/5799706378118417752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_08.html' title='why won&apos;t you come to me?'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlRG31oNxTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/SOnEc9QeiyU/s72-c/chan%26nick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1191091257510114699</id><published>2009-07-06T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:22:48.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give me a call.'/><title type='text'>You never were mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlIc_nBSQhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/YJ97-64_qZ4/s1600-h/runway..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355374786028651026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlIc_nBSQhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/YJ97-64_qZ4/s400/runway..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh Hi Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, today had been sort of just one of those days where i'd prefer to just sit and locked my eyes to the television screen and helped out with some of the household chores. Besides procrastinating, i realised there's nothing more i could do at home. I never liked the idea of 'completing homework' and therefore, i've found the reason as to why i've been using that word so much lately. There are still homeworks left untouched. I'd only scribbled on a piece of foolscap which initially meant for writing up my comprehension answers. Since late evening today, I have been in my sissy room doing homeworks together, only managed to complete 2 questions. I was a little motivated because she was diligently doing her math(FYI, she's a math freak!) so i made a decision to join her but too bad for me, im easily distracted even with the littlest things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, my usual boring school starts tomorrow. How'd i really wish school doesn't starts till next week because i am so hating school right now given how the situation right now is. There's forever homeworks piling up only sending me the pressure and waiting for me to actually write some ink on it. Its really contradicting as to my thoughts of the word school. Then, i used to love school so much i'd even hand in my homeworks on time but recently after the holidays, i found myself hating school so much i'd barely did any of my school assigments. Well anyway, like it or not by going to school is the only reason i could meet up with my friends almost everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, computer has constantly gave the end-users at my house reminders to switch to Morzilla FireFox only to remind me about how out-dated we are since probably most have already upgraded themselves to a much better one. Hah, im still using Internet Explorer(n__n). Alot and tons of people already told me on how Morzilla really works wonders, but still since Internet has cooperate with me till now, I never considered switching. Hah, but i totally can't deny at times, connections are pretty slow too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the early night, I've been too engrossed watching videos on Youtube. Thats kind of weird too because i do not normally do such things. Probably just a couple of videos and i'll closed the browser. But someone got me really into watching the young hollywoods when they're outside the studios and such. I'd especially love spending time watching Hilary Duff's interviews and such. I've been a huge fan of her ever since i witnessed her first movie. Anyway, on the recent hollywood stars wise, I honestly can't deny i actually found myself having a jolly time watching both Demi &amp;amp; Selena. I love the bonds between them, and from those vidoes i have seen, something tells me they reallyreally am proud to one another's bff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay now. I got to catch some sleep and i can't possibly afford to doze off in any of my classes. Night, pretty readers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-1191091257510114699?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1191091257510114699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1191091257510114699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1191091257510114699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1191091257510114699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-never-were-mine.html' title='You never were mine.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlIc_nBSQhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/YJ97-64_qZ4/s72-c/runway..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4282313204844003095</id><published>2009-07-05T20:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:27:24.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the nights of night.'/><title type='text'>You've got to kiss alot of frogs to find your rightful prince.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlD8t29n1NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/4bjuaq2qyLM/s1600-h/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlD8tm3B9qI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mlzwoz3UtqE/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355057817399195298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlD8tm3B9qI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mlzwoz3UtqE/s400/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlDH-40yqYI/AAAAAAAAA74/9_N9GpkgADw/s1600-h/DSCN5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354999840163146114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlDH-40yqYI/AAAAAAAAA74/9_N9GpkgADw/s400/DSCN5501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Everyday is a repeat of your yesterdays if you ever noticed. It has always been the same white clouds you see every afternoon, same old nights where you realized the perfect timing for star-gazing whenever you decide to stare right up in the sky. And i realised, there's no absolute point if i were to be nice to everyone, and so i have decided i will not anymore. I can't afford to forever pleased anyone such to the extend that in the end, my kindness will be taken advantage of and i will make myself sound as though im just a desperate chick trying to get some help, Q__Q. Some people just won't appreciate you or your good deeds to them, so why bother? Might as well treat it /act as though that person is dead. Or better yet, that person never did appeared right before your very own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, these days if you everever made yourself feel the need to seriously get out or whatever, you should try to pamper yourself. After all, GSS is still on the go. HAHAH. Speaking of which, I sort of went mini-shopping with my mum(♡), dad, sister, (most annoying)brother. I should have mentioned family instead of typing out one after another. HAHAHH, its just one of my weird traits. Anyway, back to where im supposed to. Yesterday went to Peninsula area, and finally had at least a few more clothes to add on to my dusty but yet still appealing wardrobe. And as usual, Mum's treat(: HHAAHAH, its always nice to have her around whenever im in the mall or anywhere 'cause thats the only way i can strike off more things on my wishing list. HAHAH, i got myself a new pair of Exit slim-cut jeans, a new pair of bronze shorts and a black tank. Initially, we wanted to catch a movie or so but suddenly after much consideration and also due to time constraint, such plans backfired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA, i never knew why i had to start off with laughter. Oh, well. Anyway, above are (Overdue) picture. And above all, the 16 shots we took, i seriously had to pick the this to be my favourite. I don't know why either. It seems pretty cool in my opinion. Its not because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was one of those fancy-multiple-16 shots in D's camera( the other 2 are too). I just can't seemed to wrap up my mind around the fact that we were actually walking along the road to the opposite side and yet, we managed to survive. One thing for sure, i knew and felt some eyes were on us. HAHH, cause we were multi-tasking. HAHAH, but does laughing while crossing the road and Nabihah's working her fingers, took the shots count? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA, anyway. I had plans with Rohani tomorrow but since she kept reminding me about wasting so much money these days so, like it or not, i have no choice but to stay in and complete my homeworks. *chuckles* Like i ever will. Recently i've been browsing through my stack of magazines and came across a page whereby they gave readers tips on how to really stop procrastinating. HAHAH, i'd better go read up on that one. hahah, lets just hope i will be able to pull this thing off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Like you mentioned before, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; are yours. I seriously do not care which or who. But you're just as selfish as before. You said so yourself, nobody can take your ____. And now you want mine? Dammit, lest you've forgotten, i was the first to introduce you to all these things. Without me, you never would have known &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, in the first place you were never a fan of them. And he is soooooo over-rated Q__Q. You're a 'fan' 'cause he was there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-4282313204844003095?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4282313204844003095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4282313204844003095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4282313204844003095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4282313204844003095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-to-kiss-alot-of-frogs-to-find.html' title='You&apos;ve got to kiss alot of frogs to find your rightful prince.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SlD8tm3B9qI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mlzwoz3UtqE/s72-c/10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-904309062982287871</id><published>2009-07-02T00:02:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:20:36.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can save myself.'/><title type='text'>i had insomnia just yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s525.photobucket.com/albums/cc334/superman_03_14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc334/superman_03_14/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been on hiatus, rather a short one(if you ever realised, Q__Q). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, aneroxia can be scary sometimes. Just look at the Lohan and Ritchie above, it very welI already does the saying. I wonder what drives them to be aneroxic. Come to think of it, i have this feeling that says, i've put on some weight due to my traits of being the heavy-eater whenever i have nothing to do and seriously the need to lose weight. lose weight. lose weight. Despite that, im pretty sure im never going to have an Eating Disorder Diary, hhahaah. I was inspired by Shin-Dong's motto, "Eat everything whenever i can". And he says it in his own accent and whatever you may call that. Anyway, Korea's music industry had begun to be dominated by the groups instead of going solo. So, the popularity for singing groups in Korea are higly proportioned as compared to Solo artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first week of school has been pretty packed. HAAHH, since i have not completed most of my holiday assignments(and by most, i really meant all except for 1). I was supposed to hand in them during the first day back to school but weirdly enough, teachers nowadays are lenient so they have decided to extend deadlines so homeworks are due on Friday. and I have yet to complete them, no surprise because im used to always idle my time away since its the month of June and also due to the fact that im the biggest procrastinator here. but its already July now, and i seriously have to get used to the idea of 'Getting back to school'. Hahah, i got to adjust my bedtime, i have to turn in early to avoid dozing off during Chemistry. I have to get used to waking up at 6AM instead of 11AM or so. And i have to remind myself to check on my pretty although its not painted finger nails every week just to avoid getting caught by Mrs.L since i was already on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever since school has started attendence was poor. It seems to me that everyone is down with either something and was given the priviledged to sit and do nothing at home, only giving them the extra day for holiday. That seriously serves as an advantage to them, really. HAHHHA, i found myself almost dozing off in class everytime im away from those people. hahah, since i don't interact much with the guy next to me, I swear he will never start a conversation with me unless, I started it. Well anyway, though i hate being sitted so far away, on the other side, im glad too 'cause at least im on task when i am supposed to. HAHAH, you know very well why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and ever since this swine got in Singapore, school had practically avoided gatherings, there are no more such things. I had to blame the pigs cause they had caused assembly porgramme(s) to be cancelled on the alternative weeks. I swear PG lessons with Mr.P was the most dull among all, 'cause all he ever did was to ask questions pertaining to the class and yet, i wonder why nobody answers. But on the other hand, i feel his pain 'cause we were being too ignorant with him and he's got that long face drawn on his wrinkle-face. And temperature taking always took a period to finally be over. I reallyreally hope this swine will soon get out or better yet, miraculously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; disappear into another planet so humans will have another less similiar problem to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder so much as to why we need so many teachers to guide us. Take math for example. Initially, we were given only Mr.Ng then came Mr.Yeo and now, cam Ms.Pang. But still, it made no difference. and Then there's POA. Initially we had only Ms. Zhang and she's able to handle E3/E4's usual mischief very well unlike any other teachers. and now came Mdm ____ (i never knew her name so whenever we had to greet, i kept my mouth shut 'cause the whole class seems to only mumbled under their own breath) and history there's Mr.B and also Mdm___(i don't remember her name, i have poor memory you see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH, and Chemistry lessons with Ms.W was rather hilarious. HAHAH, cause after lesson R will say "thank you for the mole lesson" instead of just our usual greets. and today we were given new piece of homeworks and she wants it to be handed in by next Wednesday. Hhaahh, when she announced the deadline, everyone was like, "Huh?! Why are you so nice?" 'cause it is sooooo her if she were to ask for it the next day whether or not we have lessons with her. And she gave us that i-can-be-nice-too-sometimes kind of look. hahaah, im not the least sure if thats the correct response. HAHAH, in any case, im still hoping she stays in her jolly mood for quite sometime before moving back to be her typical self(but i doubt so, given E3's behaviour. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus, i've changed my typical default font which i've been using ever since i came to realise my likes for blogging, to Trebuchet. You may not see any difference 'cause i don't see it too. Oh, well, it is still nice. HAHAH, i reckon it really suits the new-but-its-white-and-black-with-no-colours blogskin. And, i've changed my playlists and had it customized for the better colour and design. And i've read some of the other girls blog saying they could not get the photo uploader to cooperate with them. But mine seems to be working just fine(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-904309062982287871?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/904309062982287871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=904309062982287871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/904309062982287871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/904309062982287871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='i had insomnia just yesterday.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-3955212876956056942</id><published>2009-06-27T23:40:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:46:40.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26th june 2009'/><title type='text'>Ouch, that hurts alot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've uploaded ALMOST all of the pictures taken on Friday, Believe me, it would take forever for me to really upload everything, just like how vinia would make us wait, HAHAHAH *grins* Anyway, i have yet to upload everything in facebook, but i'll soon do it and tag people. 'cause if i were to do it now, it would take eons for all the 119 pictures taken. Oh, and i have yet to plus the pictures taken using Diana's camera. HAHAH, i didn't realised until when i was looking back at the pictures and for a while i wonder how many did we took. So i decided to count, and i was right. Initially, i already knew it would exceed 100 because i've been pressing the next button for so long and still have not reach to the last picture. HAHAHH, anyway. We walked aimlessly to almost everywhere in Orchard. Oh, wait. On second thought, I think we did covered all parts. HAHAHAH, and we walked from one location to the other. Everywhere we went to, we walked. And i swear my feet is hurting as soon as i reached home. Even after 2 days, it still hurts but not too much as compared to yesterday but given the fun we had, i think its worth it (: Anyway, enjoy drooling over us(HAHAHAHH) But seriously, you have to only scroll down but its not in any order cause while uploading, i confused myself. Hahahah, *hugs* I'll explain each picture just to make it clear lest you misinteprete/misunderstand or so, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZk3zBAnMI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/IbS_Kc3BgY0/s1600-h/Picnik+collagehhj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352076116926438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZk3zBAnMI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/IbS_Kc3BgY0/s400/Picnik+collagehhj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352076119407828546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZk38QnnkI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/m63Jh_ANO98/s400/Picnik+collagered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZk3vCiRzI/AAAAAAAAA7I/cVy1W2A_qew/s1600-h/Picnik+collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352076115859097394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZk3vCiRzI/AAAAAAAAA7I/cVy1W2A_qew/s400/Picnik+collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Street Lights at Night, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZkiyFHRMI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NPNpK_a2niE/s1600-h/photoshoot+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352075755897963714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZkiyFHRMI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NPNpK_a2niE/s400/photoshoot+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rohani and I had our fringe trimmed, and had a one dollar discount, HAHAH. and Rohani was at lost when the hairdresser questioned how she wanted her fringe to be so i did her a little favour . I told her how she should do R's hair and all that R could say was "Oh..yah..Okay.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZki5j4GoI/AAAAAAAAA64/KFS-dmAMbdI/s1600-h/photoshoot+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352075757906041474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZki5j4GoI/AAAAAAAAA64/KFS-dmAMbdI/s400/photoshoot+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZkiZMH-jI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BJ9pJruaLhQ/s1600-h/photoshoot+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352075749216483890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZkiZMH-jI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BJ9pJruaLhQ/s400/photoshoot+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rohani really wanted to take a picture with this hotel. She was squealing and Yeah, we did. For her. But till now, i still can't figured as to why she was getting all excited over a hotel. HAHAAH, Q__Q&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZkiGimfgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZDtLBv850Ns/s1600-h/photoshoot+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352075744210484738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZkiGimfgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZDtLBv850Ns/s400/photoshoot+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074840633022338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZjtgc8l4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/rjciMTgG2iM/s400/photoshoot+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Credits goes to the total-stranger that sits right next to us/And we settled down at Ben &amp;amp; jerry's to have ice-cream. HAHAH, and the flower thing costs us $10.70&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZjs6VZRCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/MZYypsn_EUk/s1600-h/photoshoot+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074830400799778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZjs6VZRCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/MZYypsn_EUk/s400/photoshoot+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only puropse for this was to take a shot of the dripping-going to melt ice-cream.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074821629815538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZjsZqOqvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/1W5abcHV30o/s400/photoshoot+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, don't even ask. 'Cause for the obvious, i do not have the answer to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074836479400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZjtQ-pWFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/LDF6r88gzwc/s400/photoshoot+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZjsosmooI/AAAAAAAAA6I/k8HShH7nw7I/s1600-h/photoshoot+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074825666306690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZjsosmooI/AAAAAAAAA6I/k8HShH7nw7I/s400/photoshoot+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told you its not in the right order,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi4S6DI0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Y-GKjyBRTEE/s1600-h/photoshoot+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073926463923010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi4S6DI0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Y-GKjyBRTEE/s400/photoshoot+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi4q-4N7I/AAAAAAAAA54/Su6DI8dfSDw/s1600-h/photoshoot+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073932926629810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi4q-4N7I/AAAAAAAAA54/Su6DI8dfSDw/s400/photoshoot+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rohani and I had Chocalate therapy and Coffee Buzz Buzz(hahahah, weird they named their ice-cream that)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi4Dr7Q5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/_ptZ2Gyk4Q8/s1600-h/photoshoot+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073922378154898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi4Dr7Q5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/_ptZ2Gyk4Q8/s400/photoshoot+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, okay. here comes the best part. This was the place where we met with MTV VJ Utt(: HAHAH, i know you won't buy it cause there's no Utt in that picture. HAAHAH, thats because he was at the traffic light but it was in that area, opposite PS. Anyway, initially we did not realised it was him cause he had his shades on and he was really white, and he skateboard tooo! So we were right in the opposite of his direction and from far we were like, "That guy there is so handsome!" and he looks cool tooo, and when we were crossing the road, after we exchanged smiles, Diana made us realised, "Isn't that Utt?" Without hesitating, we turned back, and went crazy over the fact that we just happened to be crossing the road with the coolest MTV VJ! hahah, although it was the opposite direction, it was still on the same road! :D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi3891WKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/aOExqDLNBa0/s1600-h/photoshoot+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073920574216354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi3891WKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/aOExqDLNBa0/s400/photoshoot+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi3sByXWI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jYk1Uvkb074/s1600-h/photoshoot+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073916027395426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZi3sByXWI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jYk1Uvkb074/s400/photoshoot+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remembered Nabihah had my camera on her head and i don't know why, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZiBO63ZjI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/paR_lUr8SoU/s1600-h/photoshoot+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072980500801074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZiBO63ZjI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/paR_lUr8SoU/s400/photoshoot+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072974664688258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZiA5LbYoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/54BOJ82m_X4/s400/photoshoot+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZiAgl2IJI/AAAAAAAAA5A/_uIl4uTylAg/s1600-h/photoshoot+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072968064606354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZiAgl2IJI/AAAAAAAAA5A/_uIl4uTylAg/s400/photoshoot+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZh_3VpQBI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7dBYnGGQJsc/s1600-h/photoshoot+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352072956990799890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZh_3VpQBI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7dBYnGGQJsc/s400/photoshoot+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZg0VoJcjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WMKQGvAK4SQ/s1600-h/photoshoot+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071659451413042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZg0VoJcjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WMKQGvAK4SQ/s400/photoshoot+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vinia and I were talking about this place below as a place for loner, if you can see very well why.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZgz62e9yI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rUqem_wgmzc/s1600-h/photoshoot+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071652263786274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZgz62e9yI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rUqem_wgmzc/s400/photoshoot+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZgzI8qBeI/AAAAAAAAA4I/fkfXO6G4zcE/s1600-h/photoshoot+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071638867903970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZgzI8qBeI/AAAAAAAAA4I/fkfXO6G4zcE/s400/photoshoot+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZg0D5FCeI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7LyPdI9daOA/s1600-h/photoshoot+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071654690589154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZg0D5FCeI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7LyPdI9daOA/s400/photoshoot+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Arm: FAT ! It looks fat if you notice, -.-&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZgzf2Ft9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/C-_Nfqu14-U/s1600-h/photoshoot+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071645014374354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZgzf2Ft9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/C-_Nfqu14-U/s400/photoshoot+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reminded you twice already, this picture was supposed to be at the end cause we're walking home at that point of time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352070491255282434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZfwVwfGwI/AAAAAAAAA3o/94bvjNfF9RQ/s400/photoshoot+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stunned Vinia.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352070503666433026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZfxD_iPAI/AAAAAAAAA4A/BlgcVR4GmBs/s400/photoshoot+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHA, too engrossed with Diana's E-Book Video. But honestly, there were good actors/actresses and they're convincing enough. Was hilarious too,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZfwpEgOoI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Na12e7L81to/s1600-h/photoshoot+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352070496439515778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZfwpEgOoI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Na12e7L81to/s400/photoshoot+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZfwNFeceI/AAAAAAAAA3g/m15GbnvdlQo/s1600-h/photoshoot+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352070488927400418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZfwNFeceI/AAAAAAAAA3g/m15GbnvdlQo/s400/photoshoot+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZexod9F6I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3PA15HRffSM/s1600-h/photoshoot+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069413946070946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZexod9F6I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/3PA15HRffSM/s400/photoshoot+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZexdiuBqI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/t7JcDKDFhq8/s1600-h/photoshoot+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069411013265058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZexdiuBqI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/t7JcDKDFhq8/s400/photoshoot+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069403663136914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZexCKT-JI/AAAAAAAAA3I/AbZ0bE8DPec/s400/photoshoot+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And happened to coincidentally meet Ms.Neo,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZew6oUFUI/AAAAAAAAA3A/AHFMV8t3NW4/s1600-h/photoshoot+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069401641489730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZew6oUFUI/AAAAAAAAA3A/AHFMV8t3NW4/s400/photoshoot+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZewkANXeI/AAAAAAAAA24/5eV-byZG5gI/s1600-h/photoshoot+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069395567697378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZewkANXeI/AAAAAAAAA24/5eV-byZG5gI/s400/photoshoot+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd6NBkvTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/cx0glfZFYS0/s1600-h/photoshoot+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352068461686471986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd6NBkvTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/cx0glfZFYS0/s400/photoshoot+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd5ysk7kI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3O7fRcOalq4/s1600-h/photoshoot+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352068454619082306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd5ysk7kI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3O7fRcOalq4/s400/photoshoot+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nabihah's self-shot(:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd6nuzDvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MfI1Z597xNQ/s1600-h/photoshoot+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352068468855475954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd6nuzDvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/MfI1Z597xNQ/s400/photoshoot+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked sooo fake.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352068462718876402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd6Q3t-vI/AAAAAAAAA2o/LwhEE2tb-nk/s400/photoshoot+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd5tQyssI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/K3ppNpX-GBs/s1600-h/photoshoot+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352068453160366786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZd5tQyssI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/K3ppNpX-GBs/s400/photoshoot+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee Buzz Buzz, Chocolate therapy. And this costs $10.70&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdDDrkEbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/z9Yh6z847lo/s1600-h/photoshoot+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067514285429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdDDrkEbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/z9Yh6z847lo/s400/photoshoot+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdCGL43yI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5Y9ExPhz0kA/s1600-h/photoshoot+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067497778011938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdCGL43yI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5Y9ExPhz0kA/s400/photoshoot+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdC6lAWnI/AAAAAAAAA2A/fMOo9adYEKE/s1600-h/photoshoot+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067511842003570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdC6lAWnI/AAAAAAAAA2A/fMOo9adYEKE/s400/photoshoot+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067506636187458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdCnL150I/AAAAAAAAA14/JDdBL9Dmn2E/s400/photoshoot+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I looked somehow fat? yeah, i do looked quite fat, tsk. I hate this, -.-&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdCcMadmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/yHsAEj6f0KU/s1600-h/photoshoot+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067503685793378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZdCcMadmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/yHsAEj6f0KU/s400/photoshoot+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352066543379026850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcKixcE6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/2TfwCMS8MhI/s400/photoshoot+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcKB-TX3I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xEUoN7xSjQ8/s1600-h/photoshoot+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352066534574612338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcKB-TX3I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xEUoN7xSjQ8/s400/photoshoot+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcJUygjvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wSeV1oUPLsI/s1600-h/photoshoot+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352066522445549298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcJUygjvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/wSeV1oUPLsI/s400/photoshoot+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcKTgeOEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/tiNGliP1XG8/s1600-h/photoshoot+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352066539281332290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcKTgeOEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/tiNGliP1XG8/s400/photoshoot+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcJ4YPcnI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-hXMJYQghHU/s1600-h/photoshoot+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352066531999052402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZcJ4YPcnI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-hXMJYQghHU/s400/photoshoot+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbOSLOALI/AAAAAAAAA0w/WdAV_cragzE/s1600-h/photoshoot+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065508131602610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbOSLOALI/AAAAAAAAA0w/WdAV_cragzE/s400/photoshoot+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbN8HN08I/AAAAAAAAA0o/39pNk2ABWBc/s1600-h/photoshoot+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065502209233858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbN8HN08I/AAAAAAAAA0o/39pNk2ABWBc/s400/photoshoot+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbNt2reBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pDQuOL4eBis/s1600-h/photoshoot+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065498381776914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbNt2reBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pDQuOL4eBis/s400/photoshoot+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nabihah, praying to the goddess of th tree while Vinia not, HAAH. i don't know what she's doing cause she was supposed to pray as well,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065515653246418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbOuMhLdI/AAAAAAAAA04/j_lOCz3CDRE/s400/photoshoot+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbNVxnRXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/npUwgPKIhlY/s1600-h/photoshoot+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065491918079346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZbNVxnRXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/npUwgPKIhlY/s400/photoshoot+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZaEWqtsfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Dg_2eG6xJ5Q/s1600-h/photoshoot+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352064238027125234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZaEWqtsfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Dg_2eG6xJ5Q/s400/photoshoot+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZaFMM9YLI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/APL4EZ3WiA8/s1600-h/photoshoot+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352064252397838514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZaFMM9YLI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/APL4EZ3WiA8/s400/photoshoot+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352064248116299698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZaE8QKR7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/YJ25G-q6kMk/s400/photoshoot+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZaEKYmbdI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Zh29IV0DWC8/s1600-h/photoshoot+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352064234729926098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZaEKYmbdI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Zh29IV0DWC8/s400/photoshoot+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZZFZEHzQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/a7l8LXeydds/s1600-h/photoshoot+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352063156338806018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZZFZEHzQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/a7l8LXeydds/s400/photoshoot+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYAh0praI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HR8qmBILkf0/s1600-h/photoshoot+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061973278862754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYAh0praI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HR8qmBILkf0/s400/photoshoot+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYARcYXSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/rBw71pBpChA/s1600-h/photoshoot+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061968882097442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYARcYXSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/rBw71pBpChA/s400/photoshoot+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYBfNNCeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/gxnH_Rc2W20/s1600-h/photoshoot+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061989756406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYBfNNCeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/gxnH_Rc2W20/s400/photoshoot+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYBESS10I/AAAAAAAAAy4/_14E_nNZPkE/s1600-h/photoshoot+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061982530000706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZYBESS10I/AAAAAAAAAy4/_14E_nNZPkE/s400/photoshoot+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060342506684898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZWhmuRAeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/CIbYnHoR66I/s400/photoshoot+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZWhxwVFAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GmV2iLV7Vhg/s1600-h/photoshoot+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060345468130306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZWhxwVFAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GmV2iLV7Vhg/s400/photoshoot+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZWhKVjuoI/AAAAAAAAAyA/B7yOhRAEnxI/s1600-h/photoshoot+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060334886861442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZWhKVjuoI/AAAAAAAAAyA/B7yOhRAEnxI/s400/photoshoot+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058754307526802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZVFKOFEJI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-0y6TYAGaKk/s400/photoshoot+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058741652989186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZVEbFAJQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0u7a96pPJ3A/s400/photoshoot+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZVEC1DGmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/XxmjcaAGEPA/s1600-h/photoshoot+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058735143623266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZVEC1DGmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/XxmjcaAGEPA/s400/photoshoot+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZVDxFhOkI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/lxLigvMRWIA/s1600-h/photoshoot+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352058730380868162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZVDxFhOkI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/lxLigvMRWIA/s400/photoshoot+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's actually a couple video that we took but it would take a miracle for it to upload within quick time. So anyway, you could visit Diana's blog, if she were to upload the pitures that we took anytime sooon. Its worth the visit, and definitely worth scrolling down till the bottom line, doesn't it? HHAAH, anyway. Thanks alot for that day. love you all best! HAHAAH, honestly there's no better time/anyone for you to dig out everyone's secret, get the latest news and had a gossip sessions other than your own girlfriends. Not even a Boyfriend, *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are just plain mean. But what hurts me most was when you literally exclude me and made me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel as though im an outsider.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;HELLO! lest you are pretending , she is not your bestfriend! And you shouldn't have made that remark to her in front of my face, SHIT! I have feelings too okay! But as much i hate your character, i still can't bear to leave you in the lurch. I never dared to refer you as one of those Bitches.  But, when i looked back, i really shouldn't even approached you, i am so regretting it now given the way you're been treating me all this while.  "&lt;/em&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/7956020221024377027-3955212876956056942?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3955212876956056942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=3955212876956056942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3955212876956056942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3955212876956056942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/don.html' title='Ouch, that hurts alot.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkZk3zBAnMI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/IbS_Kc3BgY0/s72-c/Picnik+collagehhj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7041498886957204594</id><published>2009-06-25T16:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:03:01.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-believe'/><title type='text'>Turning back to the old days,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkM65jaYKzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/atOTqC4Ea68/s1600-h/photoshoot+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351185542679112498" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHAH, i was inspired my cousin to actually upload most of my childhood days, 'cause her blog was full of her childhood days tooo, Anyway, i've been wanting to perk up my blog with some pretty pictures from the early '2000s and late '90s. HAHAHHAHA, and most of them, if you ever notice my sister and i are always wearing the same thing. And believe me, wherever we went to people will wonder and sometimes asked whether or not we are twins, HAHAH. My mum likes it that way, (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAH, anyway, i'll update more either tomorrow or near weekends. 'Cause im out tomorrow with the PrettyCoolPeople and during the weekends, planned to meet up with Nabihah-ahahah to get our homeworks done, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-7041498886957204594?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7041498886957204594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7041498886957204594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7041498886957204594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7041498886957204594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/turning-back-to-old-days.html' title='Turning back to the old days,'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkM65jaYKzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/atOTqC4Ea68/s72-c/photoshoot+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2889876363640520468</id><published>2009-06-24T15:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:01:33.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my friend.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t need a hero'/><title type='text'>139 post about you and me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkHfV_ww9gI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7w6PT3mWMSQ/s1600-h/fbf+(1).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350803401279075842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkHfV_ww9gI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7w6PT3mWMSQ/s400/fbf+(1).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkHdWujo-_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/Sak8LR1S25c/s1600-h/photoshoot+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY, BREEE(!!!!!) HAHAHHAAH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;'COOLEST OF THE COOL'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAA, Mr.P called me while im in the shower, just to double check on everything there is to know about me. HAAHH, and he remind me of the time left before school starts when he said "Okay, so i'll see you when school starts this coming Monday okay?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i was like, "Oh...Yeah...Okay...See you.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was hoping his &lt;strong&gt;ONLY &lt;/strong&gt;intention of calling me was to inform that school does not starts until one more week or so, but no. Too bad for me, my homeworks are still left untouched. except one. No, two. or three. But still, there are alot and tons of them left undone, *sticks out tounge*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever, im starting on my homework around another few hours later. Or if not, there's still tomorrow. Q__Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll update on more things pretty soon, HAHAHAH. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&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/7956020221024377027-2889876363640520468?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2889876363640520468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2889876363640520468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2889876363640520468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2889876363640520468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/139-post-about-you-and-me.html' title='139 post about you and me,'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SkHfV_ww9gI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7w6PT3mWMSQ/s72-c/fbf+(1).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-405740533991981003</id><published>2009-06-21T02:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:52:54.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th June 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 more days'/><title type='text'>taecyeon, changsung, jaebeom, junho, nickhun, junsu, wooyoung &lt;33</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wooyoung" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="2pm Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll68/miw-sher/celebrities/2pm5_20090612_seoulbeats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wooyoung" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="siggy **lily** Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr262/xiiaomantou/tc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wooyoung" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="2pm Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll68/miw-sher/celebrities/2pm12_20090612_seoulbeats1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/2pm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="2pm Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i705.photobucket.com/albums/ww53/nookger/2PM1_20090123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/2pm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Taekyeon/Chansung Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i705.photobucket.com/albums/ww60/asiasfinestcjk/34ficyo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;옥택연; 황찬성&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/2pm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="taecyeon &amp;amp;amp; chansung Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll68/miw-sher/celebrities/2pm14_20090612_seoulbeats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;옥택연; 황찬성&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taecyeon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="its you! (: Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr262/xiiaomantou/12403902301235719206090.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;황찬성 ;옥택연 (HAHAHAA,they're so cute together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taecyeon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Taecyeon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i677.photobucket.com/albums/vv131/jiyongoppa/Taecyeon/taek-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 옥택연 (HAHAHAH, I TOLD YOU, HE'S CUTE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taecyeon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Taecyeon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i677.photobucket.com/albums/vv131/jiyongoppa/Taecyeon/33c67fd641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taecyeon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="taecyeon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i628.photobucket.com/albums/uu10/Green-Land/n637836213_1871245_7365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taecyeon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="taecyeon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i628.photobucket.com/albums/uu10/Green-Land/n512727706_1316476_2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taecyeon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="junho feeding taecyeon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt318/lynnisa2pmfan/2vn53kz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이준호;옥택연&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/taecyeon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="1226961459_081107_taecyeon.gif Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i426.photobucket.com/albums/pp349/onedaygifs/1226961459_081107_taecyeon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jaebeom" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jaebeom Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa303/StEpHiZhErE/b0058780_495718a5d041e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;박재범, has a significant, special, magnificient, cool drawing on his right head that says 2PM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jaebeom" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jaebeom *O* Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq332/dog-dish/7mq11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jaebeom" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JaebeomMafia Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg150/Arielashalove/bangbang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jaebeom" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="chansung junho jaebeom and wooyoung Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt318/lynnisa2pmfan/200902111218421001_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;황찬성; 이준호; 박재범; 장우영 (very cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/nickhun" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="nickhun Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i647.photobucket.com/albums/uu191/sungminluver/nickhun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;닉쿤(He has that baby face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/nickhun" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="nickhun Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm14/milumulu/hjh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/nickhun" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nickhun Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i374.photobucket.com/albums/oo190/idunno0012/NicKhun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, okay. For the obvious, this is so far my favourite post. HAHAHAHH, i know you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♫ again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;nuh ehgeh jaggoo dolaga weh geulunji molla weh geulunji molla&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;nuh eh maleh ddo sok a weh geulunji molla weh geulunji molla ♫&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erdina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-405740533991981003?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/405740533991981003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=405740533991981003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/405740533991981003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/405740533991981003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-never-felt-so-beautiful.html' title='taecyeon, changsung, jaebeom, junho, nickhun, junsu, wooyoung &lt;33'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll68/miw-sher/celebrities/th_2pm5_20090612_seoulbeats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-6309316103765224188</id><published>2009-06-18T23:31:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:13:59.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks babby.'/><title type='text'>i don't know you, you don't know me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain(:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sjp0UcRQcOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/F91ZkIcldyc/s1600-h/Ain+(293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348715401990664418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sjp0UcRQcOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/F91ZkIcldyc/s400/Ain+(293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah, faizah was being soooo stupid(haha) &amp;amp; ridiculous at the same time. You don't know why, i'll tell you why. Here's how our conversation goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt;: Err...Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erdina&lt;/strong&gt;: Err...Hi? What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt;: Hhaah, guess where i am right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erdina&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha, Where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt;: MALAYSIA!!! (i remembered hearing a little excitement in her voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erdina&lt;/strong&gt;: Huh? what the hell? why do you call me then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt;: just for fun. *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erdina&lt;/strong&gt;: but exactly where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt;: KL, hahaha. (and she laughs some more)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erdina&lt;/strong&gt;: crazy, then why do you call me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt;: Er...i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erdina&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay, BYE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i put down the phone. HHAHA, im not being mean or whatsoever. But &lt;em&gt;hello!&lt;/em&gt; she's in Malaysia and it'll cost her if she were to be on the phone any longer. HAHAH, she's mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha, i can't wait for next friday. Like how Sabreena Hassan phrased it "&lt;u&gt;Errr Hani Dianananananananatashya Haha and V &lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahhhah, if i were to phrase it then it'll be "&lt;u&gt;Hani Diana Breee Haha V&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahhaha, it will either be the day where we'll make the most out of it or will end up on our top list of "The most happiest day ever" HAHAHAH, whatever. Im still betting on the second option. hahahah, and we're off to somewhere that i think most likely, most probably, high chances there is, closed to possible that not many would want to go there with friends. Hhahahah, or maybe that idea never occured to them before. HAHAHAHA, whatever! i'll blog about it only when the time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MEANS: after 26th June 2009. HAHAHAH, n__n Just wait for it. And credits to Rohani for her idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAH, Breee wanted to save the msgs between us two which mostly consists of "HAHAHAHAH", "OMG", and other usual shits we'd say to each other. Hahahah, whatever, as shitty as it may be im saving it too so that when i look at it one day i can have a good laugh about it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why i'd mentioned its gonna be fun-fill? We'll get to our usual mischiefs. Hahahah, well thats mainly because &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;, my two bestfriends of the best are there for the obvious, &lt;strong&gt;SECOND&lt;/strong&gt;, there's Breee and i could talk shits with her all day long and never grow tired of each other's silly jokes and craps(HAHA) &lt;strong&gt;THIRD,&lt;/strong&gt; there's Nabihah-ahhahaha, my bestest girlfriend hahaha and she's the noisiest of all and she can make joke out of anything and definitely will crack us up. Hahah, &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt;, there's also sweet Vinia and we'd always have loved ignoring Sabreena and make her feel invisible and we'll bitch about her right in her face. HAHAHAH, but whatever, no hard feelings. HAHAHA, now thats why i'd predict its going to be another day to remember. HAHAH, *jumps joyfully*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im now in the middle of conference with Rohani and Faizul. HAHAHAH, his riddles are somehow in between funny and ridiculous! and Rohani and I are now giving him little test because he was bragging about his Malay, -.- HAHAH wth. But Rohani's doing all the job while i just sit here and think of happy thoughts. (Hhaa, im thinking he was referring to the answer.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeez, another secret revealed. Now that i know your dirty little secret, i hate just thinking about it. And definitely made me realised its all worth it when i say 'NO' to you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is what i called "Cool Collaboration" HAHAHA, they sounded good together. I saw this on MTV recently, like few weeks ago and ever since i've been wanting to upload it, but i have poor memory you see n__n&lt;br /&gt;And its Wilber Pan &amp;amp; Akon. HAHHA, my only desire to upload this is because i think its so cool that they actually collaborate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUBiTHndoJE&amp;amp;hl=" width="340" height="285" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" border="1" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-6309316103765224188?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6309316103765224188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=6309316103765224188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6309316103765224188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6309316103765224188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-you-you-dont-know-me.html' title='i don&apos;t know you, you don&apos;t know me.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sjp0UcRQcOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/F91ZkIcldyc/s72-c/Ain+(293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8136636947841654502</id><published>2009-06-17T14:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:27:04.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys like you should stay away from a girl like me.'/><title type='text'>Its not even close to complete without you here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjnB2HSzocI/AAAAAAAAAtw/owhbImDV3xc/s1600-h/untitledh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348519167894200770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjnB2HSzocI/AAAAAAAAAtw/owhbImDV3xc/s400/untitledh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjnBbKEunII/AAAAAAAAAto/LKy3tG4WNUU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just came back from the dentist, which was HHAHAAHA, somewhat it did not scare me one bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Easy: The doctor sang me a happy song when he was cleaning my gum and i swear that hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remembered my first surgery back then, i waited for 2 hours flat and felt my lips numb after that, -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But whatever, i still came out in one peice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After visiting the dentist, went to the nearest Mall from my house hhahaha, for the obvious its WestMall. Went around to hunt for food! hahah, and we settled down at Kofu and had our lunch over there. We had nice girly-talk over lunch, and trashed everything out. Hahahah, its more like we spilled it all out. Hahaah, we should have more of those(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there's Breeeeeeeeee(: So sat with her for a while and cracked up jokes(as usual)while waiting for Vinia to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woo, i've been working on my composition for 2 hours flat and im still stucked at the second paragraph. Dammit, there's still like 5 to go. And i'd better start working on my other assginments too before its too late and i will sorely regret it then. Hahah, im working on my book review-like now. I bet 3e3 will come back on the first day with Chemistry homework left undone. Hhaahha, typical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And answering questions only using your initial letter of your name is soooooo difficult. Since mine starts with E. There's no colour that starts with E, i have no idea what food, which band and which road-name or which place. I'd even google it but to no avail. Ha! Im never doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i just wonder why my mum always gave good stuffs to my sister?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted those things so bad but i got nothing, my sister got it. WTH, -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im so sad, life is so miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&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/7956020221024377027-8136636947841654502?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8136636947841654502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8136636947841654502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8136636947841654502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8136636947841654502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/136-its-not-even-close-to-complete_17.html' title='Its not even close to complete without you here.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjnB2HSzocI/AAAAAAAAAtw/owhbImDV3xc/s72-c/untitledh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1674808002453319431</id><published>2009-06-15T01:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:32:24.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously just get away.'/><title type='text'>135 post about nothing but shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjU_iujR76I/AAAAAAAAAtA/AQsg9gzhAsA/s1600-h/2071271256_48d8847e06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347249998416441250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjU_iujR76I/AAAAAAAAAtA/AQsg9gzhAsA/s400/2071271256_48d8847e06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, seriously. You can shut up now and just don't talk to me ever again if in the end it means you're ignoring me. I mean it. Don't ever talk to me again. You're so fond of making me sad all the time, huh? I should have known better than to let it got the best of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wooohooo, yayyy now blogger's uploader seems to like me now. That means i can upload pictures. hahahah, initially they can't cooperate just like how numbers &amp;amp; math-related can't seemed to cooperate with my brain. HAHHAH, and i couldn't care less. OMG, i sound so ignorant. Oh, and that always happens when it comes to math. HAHAHA, SHOCKER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah, guess what now? Im creating a xanga account. Just for the fun of it. Hahahh, i know. You will most likely think, "Oh, what the hell?" I was getting bored since R's laptop is in some kind of malformed error or so. Hahah, so i figured, why not play around with xanga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haahha, and so i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wooooo, but i swear this thing is playing tricks on me. I can't seem to play it right. Its just so hard, you know. Im not used to xanga. blogger is so much better. hahahah, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd better figure out these things before im starting to give up and start to shut the whole thing down. And before i knew it, it'll be just considered as wasting my whole lot of time. To be honest, im feeling kind of down but i can't seem to know the cause so im doing this in hoping that it will somehow blast the feelings right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im thinking of getting this thing serious or maybe not. HAHa, I can't decide on anything right now(Oh, you know how indecisive i can be sometimes!) And the photo uploader is taking far too much time, it has been more or less 10 minutes but only 2 pretty and cooooooool pictures are uploaded. HAHAH, the rest which i think left about 10 more are only preparing to be uploaded. That is HIGHLY annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(-.-) Oh, and you know, i've been browsing through the blogskins in the community and i even thought of changing but then after browsing through i changed my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EASY: because they are all soo ugly! hahah, im not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleah, whatever. Im finally getting the hang of it! And i'll update both xanga and blogger the next time i realized boredom and decide to switch on the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-1674808002453319431?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1674808002453319431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1674808002453319431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1674808002453319431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1674808002453319431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/135-haha.html' title='135 post about nothing but shit.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjU_iujR76I/AAAAAAAAAtA/AQsg9gzhAsA/s72-c/2071271256_48d8847e06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-3986474997393252603</id><published>2009-06-14T14:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:14:44.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i should have known better.'/><title type='text'>134, Come with me, we'll find love together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjSp06etghI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-gxL98M3mhw/s1600-h/Mama+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjSnRP-RQSI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Cg60Co_iWVo/s1600-h/bestfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will not be any pictures or vidoes on today's post mainly because the uploader didn't seem want to cooperate nicely with me. No matter what i did, it still refused to. But whatever, it doesn't matter because it will all now be chunk of words you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love bestfriends because they still love me despite all my flaws. I love family because family are forever. I love holidays because it is better than what i have expected earlier. I love what life has in stored for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, i have been working on my malay homework since late morning and you know what? I still am not finished with it yet! Oh-omg, this is torture. But lucky with the help of the nicest new &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; i met&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; now at least i got an idea on what am i supposed to compose about. Hhhah, but still im stucked. But whatever, im not gonna care so much about it. Plus, there's still 2 more weeks before school reopen. which left me with around 14 days to complete my other 6 compo(-.-) and other tonnes of assignments that are taking up space on my desk space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OKAY, seriously the blog follower is damn cool! ahaha, it is so much easier and convinient(at least for me) because i can easily catch up on others blog update without having to really view theirs. Damn, and their Z thing is really cool too. Hahahah, but i didn't download it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-3986474997393252603?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3986474997393252603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=3986474997393252603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3986474997393252603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/3986474997393252603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/134-come-with-me-well-find-love.html' title='134, Come with me, we&apos;ll find love together.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-519533205615028579</id><published>2009-06-13T05:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:40:42.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll be thanking you someday.'/><title type='text'>133, i almost forgot what it feels like to know that if it feels right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjLHiJIbVjI/AAAAAAAAArw/tRiNkDK3Kyk/s1600-h/ygr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346555097022944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjLHiJIbVjI/AAAAAAAAArw/tRiNkDK3Kyk/s400/ygr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Hi love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got it from someone's blog whom have always refer herself as coooool. hahha. Nevertheless, i still love her(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never in my life have I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sit on an airplane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile is&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I like my&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blogskin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Because it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;brings out the best of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I'm nervous&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will tend to have stomachaches or cramps and have the urge to shit(hahaha, shut up!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The last time i laughed was&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just now when went out with fam(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My hair is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long and Pretty (hahahahhhahah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My feet are&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bare, naked(which ever you prefer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Christmas was ...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Err...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I turn my head left,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there's BOF's poster hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I turn my head right,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yellow plus dark purple painted wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I look down,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I see my legs shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The craziest recent event was&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with BFFs when we did something stupid together. Hahhaahah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;By next year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im determined to get at least a 'C' for my science. And math(if i ever can make that possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have a hard time understanding why&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people are sometimes taking advantage of my kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;One time at a family gathering&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't remember, but i know we had thousands of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You know I like a guy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if im always looking at him and act as if i wasn't when he looked my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I won an award, the first person I'd thank is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know yet, We'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Triangles are&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;part of math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My ideal breakfast is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bread with peanut butter spread on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you make me really happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will actually say ' i love you ' to you right in your FACE! haha, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nobody's and Nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boys are&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'd stop my wedding if I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't like him anymore.( I don't know, okay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The world could do without&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the hot weather and mean people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;commit suicide. hahahaha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheeseburger Plain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Momma bought me a top just a few hours ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My least Favourite time of the day is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know, i guessed none?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And by the way, please hold on&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need to pee. HA-HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The last time I was high&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know, can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The last person I talked to told me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'make sure you're up when you're supposed to!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last night I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;slept with peace and tranquility. Hahahah, there's no bedbugs you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;There's this girl I know whose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trying so hard to be me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;There's this guy I know whose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;annoying + desperate and not worth if you were to be falling in love with, n__n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dude, im glad you're part of my life. hhaahh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the wind blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My bedsheet is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my bedsheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I smell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my table, I have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Kickapoo' bottle drink, the old camera, new camera, prepaid card, calculator, a ticket, a deodorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-519533205615028579?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/519533205615028579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=519533205615028579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/519533205615028579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/519533205615028579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/132-i-never-would-have-thought-you.html' title='133, i almost forgot what it feels like to know that if it feels right.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjLHiJIbVjI/AAAAAAAAArw/tRiNkDK3Kyk/s72-c/ygr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-6380457911647584108</id><published>2009-06-13T04:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:59:02.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and jealousy.'/><title type='text'>132, I do not want to find myself falling hard because of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjK5qyrLe_I/AAAAAAAAAro/1RCamsNV6BM/s1600-h/090517Star7112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346539852450724850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjK5qyrLe_I/AAAAAAAAAro/1RCamsNV6BM/s400/090517Star7112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjK5OjuBJ3I/AAAAAAAAArg/6r0GlojhL0Y/s1600-h/23.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOOD NEWS: hahhaha, OMG! I actually sticked with my current skin for almost a week or so but nevermind about the fact that it was just few days because i felt as if it has been going on for weeks. Hhaha, not that you care or anything. Its sooooo typical of me if i were to change my skin almost everyday. But i told you, i kind of like it, I reckon it brings out the real me. Gagagaga, i shall then summarized it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've completed the two days course of LMSC(or was it supposed to be LMNC) Anyway, definitely it did not changed me in any bit, it did not turned me into a great leader, but whatever i'll find out when CCA resumes - I love the times we had over there. We didn't interact much with the people from T.S mainly because the shitty-plus-a-bimbo kind of attitude they gave us. I mean, &lt;em&gt;HELLO&lt;/em&gt; we don't like you either, we never have liked you in the first place! *rolled eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, lets move on to happy thoughts. i can't deny the fact that I did not even try to interact with the others because i kind of have this feeling that makes me want to stay away from them more. Hahhaa, don't ask. But definitely i kind of like being friends with the Pioneers' . Hahah, we interact most with those&lt;em&gt; boys&lt;/em&gt;. Hhaah, they're nice which makes me like them even more because being nice is better than being mean. And by we, i meant R, A and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have always been reading people's blog even before doing a quick post. It is beginning to turn to a 'tradition' for me. Hahaha, i told you i love doing that. R's post has been pretty long lately and was minimised with the fact that she didn't used any fancyful colours on her texts. Haha, she normally did that then. Im happy with the fact that she is happy. Or to be more precise here, i'd rather used the word 'Positive'. Hahahah, go read her blog as to why. Plus, i shall thank her for making me realised &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, i used to play alot of 'Hide and Seek' with my cousins. OOh, not forgetting that i actually loved that alot.) hahah, i loved being the one to hide and not seek because i hate that job, tiring plus, people can pulled a prank you didn't even know. And i used to always either hid under the bed or closet-I would then count to 60 seconds before slinking out of the closet. hahah, *__*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not a nice feeling when someone wanted you to hear them but they themselves refused to hear us. Its annoying sometimes only leaving you to be furious but there's totally no point, they clearly shows they didn't want to care. And all those things they did to you leaves nothing behind except the fact that they are the selfish people. You can only affored to shoot those im-not-happy-with-you look. They are lucky if someone didn't shoot all those cursed words to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, Its not a nice feeling when everyone wants to be you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BAD NEWS: There's so many things to do, but so little time. Oh no, im not gonna elaborate it on any furthur because i hate just talking about it. Hhahaha, i would rather talked about happy things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im starting to love the holidays. hahaha, because i used to hate it so much then. (Its sooooo contradicting though)When its holiday, its time whereby you can finally heave a sign of relief mainly because you're finally free from your daily nightmares *evil grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it is definitely not your yayy i-am-totally-free kind of holidays. Oh, you know what i mean. Those teachers will then take this moment which seems to them that its a golden one, Or should i say 'taking advantage of'. Yeah, that sounds so right. They are taking advantage of the one month holiday to bombard us with those assignments which according to them, must be completed by school reopens(by hook or by crook!). Whatever, they're threatening us, trying to scare us or something. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah, and someone just said they are missing me. Hhahah, im telling R &amp;amp; D so as to plan something for all the 5 /6 of us. Yayy! Double yayy! Triple yayy! hahahah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-6380457911647584108?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6380457911647584108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=6380457911647584108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6380457911647584108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/6380457911647584108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/131-you-confused-me-by-confusing.html' title='132, I do not want to find myself falling hard because of you.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SjK5qyrLe_I/AAAAAAAAAro/1RCamsNV6BM/s72-c/090517Star7112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4189550995833314968</id><published>2009-06-11T00:26:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:59:13.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='def'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De&apos;ey-forh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efa'/><title type='text'>131, Lying on the grass just talking about love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si_tSv7KAsI/AAAAAAAAArY/JpB2nVEDe9M/s1600-h/1_988894273l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345752189070082754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si_tSv7KAsI/AAAAAAAAArY/JpB2nVEDe9M/s400/1_988894273l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bestest Bestfriends&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Greatest Girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Countless Friends&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Better Boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;is all im asking for&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not as boring as how i was expecting it would be. Definitely new circle of friends made it more interesting. Hahaha, We Gotta step out of our own comfort zone. R and I enjoyed their company and their lame jokes. There's alot of things occured and im never telling you from A to Z, -.- And maybe i could expect more for tomorrow's day because i sense it will exceed(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we missed 2 bus(i don't know why either-we were being stupid at that time) and i was homed by 7 plus PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND A BIG THANK YOU TO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FOR THE FREE STUFFS!! OMG, YOU NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I APPRECIATED IT. HAHAH, IT WAS SO COINCIDENCE AND IT LOOKED AS IF YOU TWO KNEW IT. BUT YOU DIDN'T. AHAH, THANKS ONCE AGAIN(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina. &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/7956020221024377027-4189550995833314968?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4189550995833314968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4189550995833314968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4189550995833314968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4189550995833314968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-got-so-complicated-with-you-around.html' title='131, Lying on the grass just talking about love.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si_tSv7KAsI/AAAAAAAAArY/JpB2nVEDe9M/s72-c/1_988894273l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-7602559747523688001</id><published>2009-06-09T21:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:11:59.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im so indecisive.'/><title type='text'>You hide, I will never seek for you ever again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si5efkXTxdI/AAAAAAAAArI/0LG4QbfjNOg/s1600-h/56.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345313704165754322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si5efkXTxdI/AAAAAAAAArI/0LG4QbfjNOg/s400/56.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I love you but I love myself more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for my sister to get off the phone so that i could talk shits with Rohani and at the same time, plan for our course tomorrow. Believe it or not, I have to roll out of bed and rub the sleeps out of my eyes at 5AM because im meeting Rohani at 6AM or so. And our stupid, unimportant course starts at 8:30AM at anglo. What the hell, whoever planned the timing are ought to be responsible if i were to doze off during the course. Hahahah, but whatever. I think i can pull it through because at least Rohani's there and she'll keep me awake with her whining. Or some stories. n__n Lets hope. Oh, and did i mentioned that we will end at late evening? Yeah i didn't but i am now. I am so in no mood for any course. I rather rot myself at home rather than having to force myself be a morning person. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, i find joy in reading people's blog. HHAHAAH, don't even think of asking as to why because i told you i do not know the answer to it. Well, everybody shares their sorrows, happiness or any feeling/problem in their blog and i love knowing i do not share the same problem. And soon enough, as i was blog hopping i realised that most people are now going gaga over them. It bothers me though. In general, everyone's a k-pop fan, -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But please don't get me wrong. Im not saying They can't nor did i say only i have the right to be such fan. Im just saying what i saw and realised. There's nothing wrong with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, this will be sooo random.But have you ever tried eating a plain bun and dipped it in chilli sauce? Well, probably not. But go try. Its damn nice and thats just one of my weird eating habits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, im watching Anugerah'09 and i think it is so much better than the previous years. Okay, i gotta go now. im tuning in to channel 172(Arirang) hahahhahahhah ;)&lt;br /&gt; I wanna keep my eyes locked to the television screen haahahah./ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/7956020221024377027-7602559747523688001?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/7602559747523688001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=7602559747523688001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7602559747523688001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/7602559747523688001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-hide-i-will-never-seek-for-you-ever.html' title='You hide, I will never seek for you ever again.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si5efkXTxdI/AAAAAAAAArI/0LG4QbfjNOg/s72-c/56.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-2596790473741221913</id><published>2009-06-09T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:50:21.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing but a T-shirt.'/><title type='text'>I'll be right here with you, you'll be right here with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si4RJ9BKAwI/AAAAAAAAArA/p4JF35y-vII/s1600-h/800px-2_PM_Korean_band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345228670431265538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si4RJ9BKAwI/AAAAAAAAArA/p4JF35y-vII/s400/800px-2_PM_Korean_band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Last beverage: cold plain water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Last phone call: mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Last text message: Im not using hp for the time being. So..nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Something is happening to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Last time you cried: Err...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Dated someone twice: *nod head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Been cheated on: NOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: I never regretted it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Lost someone special: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Been depressed: Im not sure but probably yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: Never will i drink but i threw up even without drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Violet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Bright Colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Made a new friend: My classmate and others too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Fallen out of love: I hate talking about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Nope, never. Don't think i ever will. I can't cry even when i laughed too hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Im not sure but nobody could change me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Oh C'mon, I knew that centuries ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Im not sure. Probably not. Im nice to everyone around me. hahah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Yes, ONCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Almost all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. How many kids do you want?: Wait till im married then i'll know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Do you have any pets: I told you, i hate animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Never, i love my name mainly because its unique and nobody got the same name as me(with the same spelling.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Went to have dinner at Secret Recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 11 plus -im not a morning person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeeping. DUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: School Reopen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: Yesterday Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I want to have super brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. What are you listening to right now : My friend's confession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom : I never know of any Tom in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Blogger, Facebook, Photobucket, Hotmail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Whats your real name: Nur Erdina Binte Rahmat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Nicknames: I don't know. People call me alot of names, i can't possibly list all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single is the best for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Scorpio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Male or female?: Female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Primary School?: Bukit View Primary School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Secondary School?: Hillgrove Secondary School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. High school/college?: In the years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Hair colour: Black, with some streaks of dark brown. Btw, its natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Long or short: LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Height: 150(I'll grow taller someday, trust me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. What do you like about yourself?: I guessed pretty much everything(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Piercings: Forever it will be only one pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. Tattoos: Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Righty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. First surgery: Just last year. Im lucky i did not feel pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. First piercing: When i was few months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. First best friend: Siti Rohani Binte Za'abah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. First sport you joined/play: Netball, but i did not attend it for straight three years of being a member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. First vacation: Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. First pair of trainers: I have poor memory.  Oh wait..i don't even know who are they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT NOW :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. Eating: Chicken Rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. Drinking: Plain water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. I'm about to: Entertain myself. HAHAHAH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. Listening to: Honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. Waiting for: Time to slow down so that i will have so much time doing my holiday assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. Want kids?: i told you, wait till im maried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. Get Married?: Uh-huh. Who doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. Career?: Accountant. Or better, open up a new business. Hahah, i wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. Shorter or taller: taller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. Older or Younger: Somewhere in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: I prefer both ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Somewhere in between, Gahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. Trouble-maker or hesitant: Hesitant of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: Eww, gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: Never/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: I never wore those things before. So... no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. Sex on first date: Eww..gross-er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: Yeah, i have. I think twice or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. Been arrested: Im too nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. Turned someone down: YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. Cried when someone died: I have feelings too okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: hahahah, actually its right now. He's not a friend, more like 'bfebf'. Go figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. Yourself:Try to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. Miracles: YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. Love at first sight: May..be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. Heaven: yes, no doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. Santa Claus: its so obvious, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: yeah, i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. Angels: yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: Im not one of those girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. Did you sing today?: In the shower today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: Sec. 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: I don't know. Any of the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: As a matter of fact, yes i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: yeah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;101. Have you missed somebody?: Its an extra but i'll still answer it anyway, YES. i do./&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-2596790473741221913?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2596790473741221913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=2596790473741221913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2596790473741221913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/2596790473741221913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-right-here-with-you-youll-be.html' title='I&apos;ll be right here with you, you&apos;ll be right here with me.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si4RJ9BKAwI/AAAAAAAAArA/p4JF35y-vII/s72-c/800px-2_PM_Korean_band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1574516293309196622</id><published>2009-06-09T01:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:36:35.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelve long months.'/><title type='text'>I believe you appear right before me by miracle, big boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The CowBoy, My bestie has been crazy about since 4th June. hahah, ^^&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1Ws70IYsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/c1dCXCqbxj0/s1600-h/untitledyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023662729224898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1Ws70IYsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/c1dCXCqbxj0/s400/untitledyy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WshrMFEI/AAAAAAAAAqw/MVWqPBxFvoI/s1600-h/080609+237gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023655712396354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WshrMFEI/AAAAAAAAAqw/MVWqPBxFvoI/s400/080609+237gg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WTbo94II/AAAAAAAAAqo/uFWQgbReZ7Y/s1600-h/080609+043hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023224595734658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WTbo94II/AAAAAAAAAqo/uFWQgbReZ7Y/s400/080609+043hh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WTAKAXcI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xwmgZT08Vf0/s1600-h/080609+280ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023217218117058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WTAKAXcI/AAAAAAAAAqY/xwmgZT08Vf0/s400/080609+280ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WTZqlSiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/n4nN-icSQ7Y/s1600-h/080609+279gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023224065640994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WTZqlSiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/n4nN-icSQ7Y/s400/080609+279gg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WS6J6E_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/1WTxBwSXFqI/s1600-h/Erdina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023215607092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WS6J6E_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/1WTxBwSXFqI/s400/Erdina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love their toilet, its pretty.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WSgREWoI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FcGTbISKaqE/s1600-h/080609+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023208657803906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1WSgREWoI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FcGTbISKaqE/s400/080609+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beauty Queens in their gowns looking elegant as ever.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VYKPT3QI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6j1_ODR_D5Y/s1600-h/080609+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345022206312439042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VYKPT3QI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6j1_ODR_D5Y/s400/080609+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest among the cute and by the way, she's sulking. and there's alot of nice shots of her left inside the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VX-f_IJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YAU2oQslzVE/s1600-h/080609+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345022203161157778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VX-f_IJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YAU2oQslzVE/s400/080609+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My irritatingly cute little brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VXR3IFHI/AAAAAAAAApo/stkX4Kh376A/s1600-h/080609+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345022191178617970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VXR3IFHI/AAAAAAAAApo/stkX4Kh376A/s400/080609+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VXHMRwgI/AAAAAAAAApg/YNsmUbTsvlU/s1600-h/080609+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345022188314542594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1VXHMRwgI/AAAAAAAAApg/YNsmUbTsvlU/s400/080609+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UNtcYPxI/AAAAAAAAApA/-eycbBnYFP0/s1600-h/080609+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345020927272304402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UNtcYPxI/AAAAAAAAApA/-eycbBnYFP0/s400/080609+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345020921656344322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UNYhbfwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lFNMKSzuIPU/s400/080609+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UOkjhifI/AAAAAAAAApY/qwlyftfcPV8/s1600-h/080609+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345020942066223602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UOkjhifI/AAAAAAAAApY/qwlyftfcPV8/s400/080609+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UOasMp7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/hfnNzzMy95M/s1600-h/080609+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345020939418249138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UOasMp7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/hfnNzzMy95M/s400/080609+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UN_MTElI/AAAAAAAAApI/lE7BhAFAK_o/s1600-h/080609+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345020932036694610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1UN_MTElI/AAAAAAAAApI/lE7BhAFAK_o/s400/080609+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodness *pause* Gracious. OMG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell is wrong with the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, everybody's a KA. I hate it knowing that is so true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Hi Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was gone and it felt as though i was for a real long time. But whatever, i found myself drowned in a good book when im left with nothing to do. I love good books especially those related to real-life. I once recieved a certificate and i was loved for being a 'Book Munch/Worm'. I read alot of good books then and i was known for that too. Haha. You won't buy my story, would you? Haha, just so you know, i don't lie over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, you must be thinking: "Who the hell is that guy above in those photos?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, don't worry because for the obvious, i will end your doubts/curiosity with a good answer. Gah, that guy is named, Faizal Tahir. Well, most may not know him. Its no surprise that initially i too, do not know him. Whenever people mentioned him, i will be like "Who the hell is that guy?" But of course i have heard of him, but i never once knew how he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But after yesterday or was it two days ago(it doesn't matter when anyway), after watching him performed few songs live, i became a fan. (Now, i know him. )Well, its not really a fan but i like him thats all. Although i never know how he looks, i still think he looks good and better in person. There's a video too, but im never going to upload it today because it'll take forever. I will try and upload it someday-if that day ever comes. Plus, he has a great voice. Everyone that were there in the stadium went almost crazy when he was there. And everybody sang along with him and the lyrics was being shown in the big screen for those who doesn't know the lyrics to his song yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, the show was great by the way. I enjoyed it as much as the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and i did not upload all of the shots taken during my trip because if you want to know, there's like 325 pictures and there's no way i will ever upload it everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Facebook has been good lately. It did not ever make me wait for a long time for the page to be loaded. And for a page to go to another, i can still afford to wait. And i swear the quizzes they made are interesting. At least for me, i have one more way to kill time. Based on the results given, some of them really defines me and some of them are merely just nothing. Some of them really doesn't make any sense out of it because thats meant for your own entertainment. Hahah, i guessed &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people just have to believe 100% and with no doubt that the word 'Happy' really defines me alot. I make people feel as though there is nothing wrong with the world but as a metter of fact YES, there is something wrong with the world. To be precise, its the people living in it. And NO, im not going to furthur explain it in details because i hate talking about it. Im leaving it hanging there to have you figure out yourselves. Even when im upset, i seldom shows it to people around me. I hate being a pessimist because it will only make you feel as though your world is suckish and soon enough, you will find yourself frowning all the time and you will find the people in your world such an eyesore. I knew it based on real-life experience. Besides, why do you want to make yourselve feel bad everytime? Its always true when people say Things may sometime not be according to what you have expected. Believe me, that always happen to everyone single humans on Earth. Its not as though your world is ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, now i realised i always post about many things mostly off-topic. I'll have the tendency to jump to the next story everytime i feel its enough. Anyway, im feeling happy and exhausted for now. I woke up nearly 11AM this morning and went back to sleep when the clock strikes 2PM and woke up at nearly late evening. I better catch some sleep now before i realised the presence of eyebags and such. n__n &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For goodness sake, will you please stop trying to be me? I told you indirectly that you can't because out of a Billion, there's only one me. It is me, not you. You are never going to be me. So screw that big girl! I never believe you when you mentioned &lt;/em&gt;her&lt;em&gt; in your blog because as far as im concerned, you have been talking about &lt;/em&gt;them&lt;em&gt; and not &lt;/em&gt;her. &lt;em&gt;I should not have mentioned it in the first place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Dammit, I am so regretting it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; For the last time, find your own world, stop doing me and stop hiding yourselve under your own skin. Go lead your own life, oh wait....Do you even have a life?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-1574516293309196622?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1574516293309196622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1574516293309196622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1574516293309196622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1574516293309196622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-believe-you-appear-right-before-me-by.html' title='I believe you appear right before me by miracle, big boy.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Si1Ws70IYsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/c1dCXCqbxj0/s72-c/untitledyy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-8535011427241904200</id><published>2009-06-06T01:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:16:54.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im going and so are you. But why?'/><title type='text'>Run back to your girlfriend, I need you no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/nickhun" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t258/milkdbsk/3.jpg" border="0" alt="nickhun Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i seriously have to get my fingers working already or i will see myself struggling on the last week of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as i can see, my holidays are getting so much better than i have expected. I remembered how i used to hate holidays because i have got no idea of what to do at home. Except for having television with cable, what else am i supposed to do? I don't want to bore myself to death. I'll do anything just to keep my mind occupied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most probably i will/must be started with holidays assignments which are piling up only taking up space on my study desk. Not that it make it look good or anything. But my books are everywhere in my room. They are all over, only to send me the pressure. I've been too lazy to even start doing at least a question. But look on the bright side, at least i have handed in Computer Studies homework so technically that means im having one less assignment to think about.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, nothing can motivate me to complete everything all at one go or at least complete half. Im still gonna do it on the last week of holidays. And i know, most likely im going to struggle finishing them( believe me, i've been there before) and most probably im not finishing all of them but i'll try to. I doubt so, n__n .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is just some random thing. After having their live and i know its a great concert on 4th June(even though i didn't went which i really want to), The Pussycat Dolls are again having their concert in Korea on the 6th of June.&lt;br /&gt;Their manager was really impressed with Son Dam-Bi's great music and dance so they have decided that she will be the opening item for the concert. Well, everyone's a fan of Son Dam-Bi. Her new song sounds great, oldies but catchy tune and her sexy voice to match, Ha. Ha. Ha. Thats good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet connections are suckish. I think there seem to be something wrong because if you noticed, this time, my post seems to be aligning itself to the left. There's an error or so, i do not wish to know. Well, that rhymes-'so' and 'know'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been browsing through all the blogskins and i almost changed it again. But later i figured, im gonna make myself stick to the current one for quite sometime before having new skin. I mean, its not even two days since i had this skin. Ha. ha. I told you i can't stick to one for a long time, its always 'time for a change' for me. But I happened to really like my current skin and i reckon it somewhat match my ownself very much. It suits me best! And lest you didn't notice, the current one seems to be very different. Well, one thing, i have always hated navigations but im using it now. Second, my entries are published without any specification of date or time. Third, there's no archieve. Even if i choose 'No Archieve' under those settings, there will still be no archieve because those creditors did not write up the codes. But it doesn't matter, i don't want to have to put up my archieves either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postscript//i will not be in SG for a few days, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           -Erdina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7956020221024377027-8535011427241904200?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8535011427241904200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=8535011427241904200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8535011427241904200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/8535011427241904200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-did-we-even-gotten-this-far.html' title='Run back to your girlfriend, I need you no more.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-1148205648972060048</id><published>2009-06-04T23:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:42:49.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imsomnia.'/><title type='text'>Okay, you can stop depending on me now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9o6FFqeI/AAAAAAAAAog/XWe8B-r0oo0/s1600-h/Ain+(293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343518362125576674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9o6FFqeI/AAAAAAAAAog/XWe8B-r0oo0/s400/Ain+(293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My only desire to upload this was because of the word stamped on my hand.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9oa4PFiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/75kHqmZhBZo/s1600-h/Ain+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343518353750169122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9oa4PFiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/75kHqmZhBZo/s400/Ain+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9pUa7MeI/AAAAAAAAAow/d2TReuJhPYs/s1600-h/Ain+(28u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343518369196487138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9pUa7MeI/AAAAAAAAAow/d2TReuJhPYs/s400/Ain+(28u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9pKmiKAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/twcitJf19Y0/s1600-h/Ain+(26p).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343518366560823298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9pKmiKAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/twcitJf19Y0/s400/Ain+(26p).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are some pretty (hahah) pictures taken on Monday's outing./&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some of the fab. pictures taken on Thursday's outing./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side View.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrV47f-kI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dHexASNqe3U/s1600-h/galleria+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343498244190108226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrV47f-kI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dHexASNqe3U/s400/galleria+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrWfi5BAI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Hc7NITuLcnc/s1600-h/galleria+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343498254555874306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrWfi5BAI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Hc7NITuLcnc/s400/galleria+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrWHM50II/AAAAAAAAAoI/XCrj8Gyi10M/s1600-h/galleria+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343498248021201026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrWHM50II/AAAAAAAAAoI/XCrj8Gyi10M/s400/galleria+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrVoLMpcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/B8-M_v34oNQ/s1600-h/galleria+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343498239692547522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrVoLMpcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/B8-M_v34oNQ/s400/galleria+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrVlwTvbI/AAAAAAAAAnw/VwjbhRxvU9o/s1600-h/galleria+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343498239042895282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SifrVlwTvbI/AAAAAAAAAnw/VwjbhRxvU9o/s400/galleria+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I enjoyed myself alot today(: So here's a brief of today's moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Partly because of the stupid things we did, all the good laugh we had and every second of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, today was definitely a day to remember. It was well-spent with bestfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a blast, initially today was supposed to be 2e3'08 class gathering but in the end, it was an unplanned outing for the threesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, i went over to Rohani's house at 10:15am in the morning. Then went over to Diana's house and then finally, finally headed our way to the interchange. We went Vivo to had our breakfast and did a little window shopping around Vivo after breakfast, Diana bought sandals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we had a great time having to choose the sandals that most suits her feet. Well, mostly it was because of the two workers. We had a little nice chit-chat while paying the bills. I find J is cute. Haahahh, he really is(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to buy Hannah Montana: The Movie tickets because i suddenly felt the urge to catch that movie today. Haha, so i dragged them into it. But i was pretty lucky they wanted to catch it too so i do not have to persuade any further. While waiting for the movie to start rolling(and to kill time), we went to Toys 'R' Us store and had a pretty good time looking around with kid's play. We tried playing with their 'cashier', fake babies, guitar, pianos and alot of things. D even wanted to try to talk us into buying the tools for sandcastle. And we had a good little fight as to who will get free bubbles. We wanted to purchase their bubbles that says, "Buy 2 get i free". So since there were 3 of us, we played a little game as to decide on the 'winner'. I won twice, so i should be the one that need not fork out any money(since it was free) but R wanted to do it again. and i stupidly played along with it and yeah, she won. But it doesn't matter because she was the one who paid for all three, hahah *sticks out tounge* Looking back, we had a good laugh about it because most likely there's ought to be someone watching our every moves. But who cares, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;R bought a shirt before going to the movies. I swear the movie was awesome, its a must-watched movie. Hahaha, i did asked Nabihah about it and she went like, "Huh? what the hell? Out of all movie, you want to watch Hannah?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she must watch it too-someday, if that day ever comes since she hates Miley so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, after movie went to Sentosa just for the toilet and have a changed of clothes and went out of Sentosa(we spent for only good 15 minutes over there!)-Oh i know, it is totally what-the-hell kind of situation because of the Ticket money wasted just like that. I spent $6(since i paid for R too) over nothing? That will probably end up in my top lists of 'The most stupidest thing i have ever done", no joke. And i was really regretting it until it occured to me. By it, i meant the happy thoughts. I know that was stupid but look on the bright side, we decided on the stupidest thing together and we wasted our money together just like that-haha, that was waht i told Diana. And that thought really brought my moods up again because i know im not the only one n_n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since we were left with nothing to do, we spent the time in the toilet and our way out thinking of our next destination. and finally, finally decided to find some fun at City Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While waiting for the train(i hate public transports, btw.), R hit me from the back but it was not the least pain(mind you) but only enough to get my attention. Did i mentioned she was intoxicated with something she refused to tell us but clearly, we already knew. At first, i did not know it until it dawns on me that recently, the only things that make her on cloud nine are probably food or her would-be-boyfriend. But she clearly shows the second option. Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked around City Hall area helplessly. With no direction of where to go. WE walked aimlessly just for the thrill of it. It may sound so stupid to you( i told you, i do alot of stupid things) but you could try it someday. Who knows, you may discover something or met someone new. Or Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, went to Westmall and waited for H and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, today was the greatest moments(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;postscript./and we braided each other's hair on our way back to Jurong East. And what do we get? We got alot of stares from other people. I can sense it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina.&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/7956020221024377027-1148205648972060048?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1148205648972060048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=1148205648972060048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1148205648972060048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/1148205648972060048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-you-can-stop-depending-on-me-now.html' title='Okay, you can stop depending on me now.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/Sif9o6FFqeI/AAAAAAAAAog/XWe8B-r0oo0/s72-c/Ain+(293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4246035560680001155</id><published>2009-06-03T02:08:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:59:32.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its time you let go.'/><title type='text'>There's no need to complicate matters, darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiZVOnoBqSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/DrdI77mjYpw/s1600-h/Copy+of+LeeMinHo99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051717565065506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiZVOnoBqSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/DrdI77mjYpw/s400/Copy+of+LeeMinHo99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiXqpMsitbI/AAAAAAAAAmg/h_mqzsSyhSY/s1600-h/LeeMinHo99.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiV_5G9sjMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/N3RNL0pmIGQ/s1600-h/Ain+(26p).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Hi Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally changed my skin and get rid of the ugly default fonts. I can't stick to one blogskin for a long time. I changed my blogskin frequently. and I think i might stick to the current one for quite some time before i grow tired of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like how i expected it would be, it was. Monday's trip to Vivo and Sentosa was a blast! Hahaha, i had a great time with all of them ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was supposed to attend the shooting competition but since i wanted to go to this trip badly, i forced Zoe to find me a replacement. Haha, she called me early in the morning and talked me into going to the competition. Although she was persuasive enough, i managed to find excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah, Bukh. called me too. He was not begging me to go(like Zoe) but both of them managed to make me feel so gulity of not going. I felt bad at first but then it dawns on me that im not good at shooting, so why should i go when i can have so much fun with other people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was lucky i can manage them(Gah!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have seen alot of people end off their blog posts with xoxo, with love, toodles, goodbye or whatever you could think of so i thought nobody would ever do it like how i do it. Okay, that was totally random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ABC About You Questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A - AVAILABLE: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: 18th November 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C - CRUSHIN ON: A GUY(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Coke from McDonald's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: Call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Gummy bears cause they're cuter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;H - HOMETOWN: Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: My friend's boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J - JUGGLE: No, been trying that since i was kid, till now i still can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: Im too nice to be a murderer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: I have forgotten where, but it was 8 painful hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Strawberry has always been my all-time fav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 2 if i exclude myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O - ONE WISH: I wish i was born rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: My sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: No particular reason, i smiled almost all the time even when im upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: If you seek amy-Britney Spears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: Around 9:30AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: There's a word called privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): Green Brocoli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;W - WORST HABIT: Err...i don't know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: kid's play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random Questions About You:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spell your name without vowels: Nr RDN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What color do you wear most?: Bright colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Least favorite color?: White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you listening to?: Sorry, Sorry by super junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: Almost there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: POA, MALAY(is a must) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When do you start back at school/college?: After holidays ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you outgoing?: Yeah, kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?: High Heels with a sharp tip(thats my fav!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?: JAPAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE CANS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you dance?: I never tried that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: Stupid, like i ever will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you whistle?: Im still learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Write with both hands?: Only right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walk with your toes curled?: Never tried that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: I believe in aliens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: At times i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you believe in magic?: No. Thats crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love at first sight?: May..be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you believe in Satan?: *nod head in belief*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you believe in Santa?:No, they exist only in children's mind and not in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you know how to swim?: I even received a certificate for it :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: They're thrilling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?: A Definite No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: No, i was nearly going to but thanks to the Swine Flu im stuck here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean?: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?: Yes, and they're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is the temperature outside?: What am I, A weather Girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: NONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: McDonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: A pair of jeans, a pretty top and a belt to go along with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?: Thats so Raven on Disney Channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE WHOS:Who was the last person you IM'd?: Hasrizal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: My sister -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: Err..thats tough cause i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: When i was a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: Once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?: Yes, i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: Almost teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY SECTION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you a happy person?: 100%, no doubt about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What/who can make you happy?: BFFs, things i love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you wish you were happier?: No, my life is perfect. but On second thought, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can music make you happy?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?: I didn't know i have to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them?: Im still looking for that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your current hair color?: Black with a mixed of dark brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Current piercings?: ONLY 1 pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have any tattoos?:No and never. Im afraid it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eye color?: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite eye colour: Hazel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Short or long hair: Not too short, Not too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Height: You're asking the obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best clothing: Definitely not always t-shirts and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been to jail: Im too nice to land myself in jail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mooned someone: I never heard that word before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cried in school: Few times before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thrown up in a store: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: I've done alot of stupid things i remembered until now. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's have always been my most fav. out of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Single or Group Dates: Group then Single date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: Strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meat or Veggies: Veggies(i can't chew big meat thus i hate them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TV or Movie: Err..I would choose both(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guitar or Drums?: Guitars are way cooler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Neither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chinese or Mexican: Neither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Corn Flakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cake or Pie: Cake would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MTV or VH1: MTV of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Erdina &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/7956020221024377027-4246035560680001155?l=poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4246035560680001155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7956020221024377027&amp;postID=4246035560680001155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4246035560680001155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7956020221024377027/posts/default/4246035560680001155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppy-up-mydarling.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wont-hesitate-no-more.html' title='There&apos;s no need to complicate matters, darling.'/><author><name>Erdina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551130078621235750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/TADI5TXFt1I/AAAAAAAABrs/DXmDYCcMz58/S220/np4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiZVOnoBqSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/DrdI77mjYpw/s72-c/Copy+of+LeeMinHo99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956020221024377027.post-4350584002315364175</id><published>2009-05-30T20:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:16:25.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can save myself.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t need a hero'/><title type='text'>you don't like me, i knew it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, i screenshot it from my facebook account in my profile. Hahah -.-&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiKsdO7exVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yqbvme4Km9s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342021726238590290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiKsdO7exVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yqbvme4Km9s/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i told you there's plenty of them(Plus i did not wrote down all the details of homeworks that has to be done)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiKsc-er9gI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_K9BO78f_x8/s1600-h/galleria+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342021721822852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqkMQ8gnMWc/SiKsc-er9gI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_K9BO78f_x8/s400/galleria+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh Hi Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are in for a treat, loves! I bet all or probably most are already planning for their upcoming outings or whatever you may call that. So anyway, im pretty packed and busy these holidays and can you believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to come back to school on one of the days just because of the dental appointment. Oh, what the hell. Its not even going to take 30 minutes or so, so why not do it in term 3? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooh. For over the past 6 months, i have gained 1 kg and grew taller(too) How awesome is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah, i have always wanted to be an inch tall. Yayy, i think so itss sensible for me to only have gained a kg, atleast i did not gained too much like how i always been thinking i did. I think it sounds very manageable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, R-ohani finally did the 50 questions i asked her to. (hello, its 50 questions. how in the world did she managed it?) I think if i were her, i would be half-dead. Or to be more precise, my brain. Most likely, i will be too stress and will have the urge to eat the pain away(and gained weight -.- ). Or put myself to sleep. Or most likely, i will think of happy thoughts, i always t
