<?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-2061811586599911984</id><updated>2012-01-15T08:38:11.194-08:00</updated><category term='be'/><title type='text'>('' ,)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1176449522663723361</id><published>2010-01-11T00:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:08:48.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i has changed my bloggie!</title><content type='html'>like, click &lt;a href="http://wtfbbqeggtart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;a href="http://wtfbbqeggtart.blogspot.com/"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             &lt;a href="http://wtfbbqeggtart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here*wtf*~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1176449522663723361?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1176449522663723361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-has-changed-my-bloggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1176449522663723361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1176449522663723361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-has-changed-my-bloggie.html' title='i has changed my bloggie!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3277901634978170386</id><published>2009-10-22T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:00:16.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>`apathetic</title><content type='html'>Listened to Vanilla Twilight-Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will still post up stuff just to keep you guys entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've been talking about youtube vids yesterday and about how some of em were real ridiculous. I DO NOT want to talk about the mooncake. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched this at shuennie's place the other day. Pretty sweet yet kinda morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whatchu think of it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*omg. my cafe world food is rottin' away. what a waste!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll post up this new/pretty new/pretty old song by black eyed peas so that shuennie will finally listen to it. LISTEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRNQS5UCQQI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRNQS5UCQQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;'cosigetathousandhugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3277901634978170386?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3277901634978170386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/apathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3277901634978170386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3277901634978170386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/apathetic.html' title='`apathetic'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6715833705634075517</id><published>2009-10-11T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:36:15.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't think there's any other word to describe my -_- feeling, except for -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think there are about a billion people i have not accepted nor denied as a friend on facebook. Oh, alright, maybe 39. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the last straw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO ARE THESE UNKNOWN PEOPLE RANDOMLY ADDING ME?! I mean, it was fun to randomly add people on friendster but facebook?! Jeez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just today, i recieved a friend request from a girl named "Mercury Loo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:?!?!?@!#@4342"&gt;?!?!?@!#@4342&lt;/a&gt;?@?@?!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mercury the Planet?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sailor Mercury?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mercury as in the liquid in thermometer's?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Shuen, is she related to you?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albeit she's real pretty and all but sorry, i just don't swing that way.&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;dadadaadaaaadadaa*sings superhero song*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-6715833705634075517?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6715833705634075517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-think-theres-any-other-word-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6715833705634075517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6715833705634075517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-think-theres-any-other-word-to.html' title='don&apos;t think there&apos;s any other word to describe my -_- feeling, except for -_-'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3519608799585227904</id><published>2009-10-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:05:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will you meet me halfway?</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling real nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can actually make it through SPM? Could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, everyone seems to be improving but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why am I still stuck at this standstill state??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forecast results are a total mess. For now, only my chem and maths has gotten and A- and an A. And I know the others won't be pretty either. So, does this mean that I won't be scoring the straight A's everyone has been expecting of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm already doomed to living a life without getting a degree? Unable to go to college because I couldn't even score well for school trials? Unable to gain respect because I wasn't well educated? Not being able to earn as much as the others because of a list of B and C's and maybe D's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm trying hard. Real hard. But I just can't do it. Don't think I'll be able to live up to the expectations of my mother. :( Don't think I'll be able to get a discount for my college fees. Don't think I'll be able to lift the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 42 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CAN I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the future is a series of moving pictures that are going at too high of a velocity that all i see is a mass of grey and white.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3519608799585227904?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3519608799585227904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-you-meet-me-halfway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3519608799585227904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3519608799585227904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-you-meet-me-halfway.html' title='will you meet me halfway?'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-100080854862311913</id><published>2009-09-30T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:50:52.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh. A New Layout.</title><content type='html'>Yup finally changed my background. But it's lacking loads of things like the blog list and the cbox and a proper title. Any suggestions? So, if you want me to link you, post a comment with ur link on it. Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdT3t57HfyA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdT3t57HfyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-yo looks kinda fat but this song is real good. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;youknowthaticouldusesomebody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-100080854862311913?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/100080854862311913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooh-new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/100080854862311913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/100080854862311913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooh-new-layout.html' title='Ooh. A New Layout.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8270806135770656178</id><published>2009-09-26T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:30:34.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live free and die...LONELY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Guess who got into&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say....ENOUGH with the guessing games. ;) Snuck into an 18 year old movie the other day -- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Ugly Truth.&lt;/span&gt; Lets say that this show definitely appeals to guys much more than girls. And I can't get over the stupid "bean" thing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, this movie is soooo dirty that it should recieve a warning from the Cleanliness Department or somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main thing i wanted to say was about this trailer on this new movie I saw in the cinema. And this movie seems totally awesome. I'm a lil' pissed that they ripped this movie off from a sci-fi novel and turned it into a sci-fi movie. I mean, how overrated is that?! And the movie usually seems much worser than the novel itself so if you've read the novel you shouldn't even bother about watching the movie cause you're gonna cuss so loud when u watch the movie that ISA has to take you away for breach of the peace. And that would be bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie i'm talking/writing about is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SURROGATES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been living under a rock/studying really hard at home(O_O) than you wouldn't know but in case you weren't, you would've probably already caught sight of this really creepy mannequin in GSC. The one with the ripped arm. :) Ring and belllss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie stars &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bruce Willis&lt;/span&gt; and you'd probably recognise him as &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from FRIENDS(gosh, thats old), &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John McClane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from DIE HARD, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Malcolm Crowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from The Sixth Sense (=.= i see dead people*whispers*), and he was formerly married to Demi Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of star trivia. Just check out the trailer, would'ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwTJ7mCcFoY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwTJ7mCcFoY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;moviefanatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-8270806135770656178?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8270806135770656178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-free-and-dielonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8270806135770656178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8270806135770656178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-free-and-dielonely.html' title='live free and die...LONELY?!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-2031855853916397977</id><published>2009-09-22T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:41:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hormones.</title><content type='html'>:) Baby, thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hormones rule me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get the hormonal imbalances each month, I could seriously win "Bitch Of The Year Award".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;iwannawatchgossipgirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-2031855853916397977?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2031855853916397977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/hormones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2031855853916397977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2031855853916397977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/hormones.html' title='hormones.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1048215230539708650</id><published>2009-09-18T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:35:37.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Has anyone realised that our school's on the cover of The Star?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shocked*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was what all the comotion was about yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched "Obsessed" last wednesday after add maths anyway and the fight parts between Ali Larter and Beyonce was....O_O WILD! After Beyonce banged her head on Ali's head....couldn't stop laughing. That's so herrr!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went ou yesterday with shuen, cy, and mt just to go shopping and I got myself a pair of.... KILLER HEEELLLSS!!! Tried to camwhore with it but failed. :( So I won't include my face in the picture. :D&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382702860752688002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SrMzu6qkk4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/0oShyey7CJU/s400/Picture0050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. It doesn't look that pretty up close but it looks awesome on legs. :) It's the shoe with an edge and heels that are *runs up to get a ruler*... AWWW...it's only 3 inches! wtfbbq?! Anyway, reason why i call them 'KILLER HEELS' it's because it has already killed 2 victims -- MY LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahahh! Lame. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...back to beyonce. I've been watching her vids alot and omggg, she can really dance up a storm. I like this vid of hers tho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet Dreams - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dODyUo-8YDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dODyUo-8YDQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, it such bad quality. Couldn't get any clear ones from youtube. :(&lt;br /&gt;I like the part where she dances at 1:19. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;turnthelightson!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1048215230539708650?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1048215230539708650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-guilty-pleasure-i-aint-going-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1048215230539708650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1048215230539708650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-guilty-pleasure-i-aint-going-no.html' title='My guilty pleasure, I ain&apos;t going no where'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SrMzu6qkk4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/0oShyey7CJU/s72-c/Picture0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8719361331033110094</id><published>2009-09-10T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:28:51.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow it down, make it stop, or else my head is going to "pop"!</title><content type='html'>i kenot breathe. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379752148744667410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Sqi4E32SARI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Pl6-XdQ4ejE/s400/Picture0050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;imma keep my head held high, my smile intact, my nostrils plugged, and will be as "lala" as ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*note, my pillow is lala!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;sniff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-8719361331033110094?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8719361331033110094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/slow-it-down-make-it-stop-or-else-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8719361331033110094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8719361331033110094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/slow-it-down-make-it-stop-or-else-my.html' title='slow it down, make it stop, or else my head is going to &quot;pop&quot;!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Sqi4E32SARI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Pl6-XdQ4ejE/s72-c/Picture0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3856269707153717527</id><published>2009-08-30T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:04:42.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing else i can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me likey Lady Gaga and her awesome sunnies(no matter how weird they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been studying my arse off while my brother, due to take his UPSR exams(omgwtfbbq!?) on the 8th of September is having the time of his life, or not. He gets screamed at from my mom to study every single moment but hey, it's all gonna be done-diddly-iddly-done in a week and prolly 3 days! You have NO IDEA how envious i am of my brother now. When I look at him study, i'm just thinking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hmm... in 10 days he's gonna be free.... WHAT ABOUT ME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, there is still 3 and a half months till hell ends. T_T  I &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't wait for it to come and end. Alright, maybe not come, but end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ALSO quite &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thats pissed in italian, last e pronounced as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"eh"&lt;/span&gt;, as how roast beef is swedish for beef, that is roasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) at the thought that while all them banana's go wild and free and prolly get eatened up by chimps and King Kong's, us chinese-takers get to watch them go wild for 6 friggin days before we get to run wild and maybe get eatened up by King Kong and his hairy-monkey chests too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, people from Jabatan Pendidikan Malaysia. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WAY TO GO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAAYYY TO GO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Way to go change the friggin timetable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr.... &lt;em&gt;*bites head and flips them around using ma teeth*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, off to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;iwantcake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3856269707153717527?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3856269707153717527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3856269707153717527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3856269707153717527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='there&apos;s nothing else i can say'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6031913521786545738</id><published>2009-08-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:03:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>ooh, that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, decided I'll open up a new blog when i have a name for it. ooh, like naming a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i don't have a bad toothache, or an ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something in me, tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me all choked up and breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel as if i'm choking bile up and swallowing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my head swirl round and round till my brain boils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sugar taste like salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me an insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel, really unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have Influenza H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;iusedtobe&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lovedrunk&lt;/span&gt;,butnowi'mhungover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-6031913521786545738?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6031913521786545738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6031913521786545738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6031913521786545738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6596182153750854961</id><published>2009-08-24T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:06:52.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know but....</title><content type='html'>i think i may be..... Fallin' for You - Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgNjn9V_IKw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgNjn9V_IKw&lt;/a&gt; Check out the video, its funneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not in the studying mood. After the hols, exams gonna last for one whole month. One Whole MONTH! That's enough to break my spirit(partying spirit anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DUMP THIS BLOG AND OPEN A NEW ONE LIKE I ALWAYS DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, I THINK IMMA DO THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL KEEP YOU GUYS UPDATED. MAYBE!   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking.... &lt;em&gt;I wish I were that lucky&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-6596182153750854961?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6596182153750854961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6596182153750854961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6596182153750854961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-but.html' title='i don&apos;t know but....'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-4610317915026645211</id><published>2009-08-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:18:55.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our love's the perfect crime</title><content type='html'>Skipped school today to study, kononnya.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up lazing on my couch listening to MTV and then watching Mythbusters. Today, both of their myths got busted. Yawn. It's like, do so much stuff just to find out tht it doesn't actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw. Just so YOU GUYS AND GALS know, I grew about half an inch taller about a few weeks ago. HAHA! This makes me half an inch taller than my stunted growth sister and also making the shortstops like meitin and yi qing half an inch shorter than me. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I would stop growing by 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned I hate sharing drinks in a bottle. That is just wrong in so many ways. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;halfaninchisallittakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-4610317915026645211?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4610317915026645211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-loves-perfect-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4610317915026645211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4610317915026645211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-loves-perfect-crime.html' title='our love&apos;s the perfect crime'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-4883364238114569548</id><published>2009-08-15T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:08:29.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who went to MTV World Stage Live in Sunway Lagoon?</title><content type='html'>Uhhmm.... Uhhh???!!! Oh!  ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picccies by the way coz my phone decided to die on me just a minute before I left and I had to use the old phone that only can call and text. Ahh, yes. The basic phone. Back when the "handphone" was just a portable wireless telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bands that came to perform were &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ray Gun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estranged&lt;/span&gt;(from Malaysia), &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hoobastank!!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kasabian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One Buck Short&lt;/span&gt;(i think), &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt; (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaAAaaAAaAAAHHHHhhhhHHhhHhhhggdfsdfs!!!!!!!!), &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt; (GAAAAAAAAAAfsfhakjfhaifuLjfaFAFjusfuH!!!!ASFFaheuHL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and also solo artist &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pixie Lott&lt;/span&gt;(Uh-oh, Uh-Oh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls performed&lt;br /&gt;Love Drunk,&lt;br /&gt;Hero/Heroine,&lt;br /&gt;Thunderrr!!, andd&lt;br /&gt;The Great Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All American Rejects played a grand total of 7 songs!&lt;br /&gt;i think they were....&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna&lt;br /&gt;Swing Swing,&lt;br /&gt;The Real World?!&lt;br /&gt;Gives You Hell,&lt;br /&gt;When The Wind Blowwwssssss&lt;br /&gt;It Ends Tonight&lt;br /&gt;and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoobastank played;&lt;br /&gt;Song I've Never Heard Of&lt;br /&gt;The Reason&lt;br /&gt;and Some Song That's Kinda Popular But I've Never Heard Of&lt;br /&gt;annddd GHOSTBUSTERSSS!! (HAHAHAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixie Lott obviously sang,&lt;br /&gt;Mama DO! (Uh-OH, Uh-OH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Gun was kinda alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Estranged, I've got nothing to say bout them except, awesome contact lenses and the samurai guy is weirrrddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After AAR we left, coz there was only Kasabian and One Buck Short left and nobody really gave much of a damn bout them. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whendarknessturnstolight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i am officially grounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-4883364238114569548?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4883364238114569548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-who-went-to-mtv-world-stage-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4883364238114569548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4883364238114569548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-who-went-to-mtv-world-stage-live.html' title='Guess who went to MTV World Stage Live in Sunway Lagoon?'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-7671930863078507979</id><published>2009-08-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:26:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my tummy can't stand healthy food!</title><content type='html'>True and random fact about myself. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had study group at shuennie's house today and i have come to the conclusion that i cannot study in a group. We studied one short chapter of sejarah and gave up on a long one. Then i slept on the floor while shasha and shuennie studied. :( Sad. It's also proven in class where I have the attention span of a child with ADD. How the hell am I gonna survive SPM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings I Will Survive by uhh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg, trials coming in uh...*randomly moves fingers* in... 24 days!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* and that concludes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;arigatou :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-7671930863078507979?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7671930863078507979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-tummy-cant-stand-healthy-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7671930863078507979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7671930863078507979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-tummy-cant-stand-healthy-food.html' title='my tummy can&apos;t stand healthy food!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-5322145725774192837</id><published>2009-08-04T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:28:22.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this 7th sense ain't lying</title><content type='html'>XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 7th sense. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;*blows kisses to mah fans*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-5322145725774192837?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5322145725774192837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-7th-sense-aint-lying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5322145725774192837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5322145725774192837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-7th-sense-aint-lying.html' title='this 7th sense ain&apos;t lying'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-2694928154983523942</id><published>2009-07-30T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:44:11.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outsider, i am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Yeah. I am. I do look like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should leave. As much as I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my presence pisses you to the core then I think I know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was indecisive but now, I am sure. Thanks for that one sentence, you proved me a lifetime of wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a stupid mistake. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-2694928154983523942?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2694928154983523942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/outsider-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2694928154983523942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2694928154983523942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/outsider-i-am.html' title='outsider, i am?'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3429348005941517812</id><published>2009-07-30T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:54:57.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a story of a girl, who's been too nice to say no.</title><content type='html'>Just Say 'NO'. Is that so hard???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is that hard! It's hard to say 'NO. I don't wanna do this. It isn't right!' It hard when you're weak mentally, emotionally, physically. It's hard when you're just too nice that you don't mind being taken advantage of. It's hard because we refuse to stand up for ourselves. Blaming others?! Are you serious? Wake up! WAKE UP! Sometimes you can't just say 'yes' to everything and hope that it's gonna turn out fine. Hoping that it won't come back to haunt you. Hoping that by saying 'yes' it won't happen again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me. If I were given a choice to something I did not like and I know is wrong, I'd definitely say "NO". People seem impressed. Thats the right thing to do. Thats what all people should do. That's what they teach in Moral. That's what they show in the cigarette ads. Are you serious? Do you find me smart? I find that I am ploughing towards a deadly cliff at 100km/h without thinking. I'm full of bravado but nothing on the top. I never think of what are the consequences. I never think that if saying "NO" would hurt anyone, would make them dislike me. I just say, "NO" like what a cruel bitch does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just a ranting. There is no conclusion. There is no right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is an intervention needed? Maybe. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Am I the correct person to intervene? Maybe. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Should I intervene? Maybe. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Have you asked me to intervene? No. No.&lt;br /&gt;So should I still intervene? My answer is, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theworldcomesin2degrees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ooh. deep siaooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3429348005941517812?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3429348005941517812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-story-of-girl-whos-been-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3429348005941517812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3429348005941517812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-story-of-girl-whos-been-too.html' title='this is a story of a girl, who&apos;s been too nice to say no.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3059363973036095161</id><published>2009-07-26T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:28:00.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>touch my bodehh!!</title><content type='html'>Lol. Was gonna think of another tajuk but i was just watching MC on ellen and they were playing this song. So......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch mah bodehh!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, celebrated chor yean's birthday at TGI's yesterday. Super FUN! And the people that attended was like... omg, quite alot. Almost the whole class plus other people lah. And the present we chose was actually on THE LIST. OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures. Maybe when someone posts them out. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;choujidan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3059363973036095161?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3059363973036095161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/touch-my-bodehh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3059363973036095161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3059363973036095161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/touch-my-bodehh.html' title='touch my bodehh!!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6448023567154430779</id><published>2009-07-20T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:16:05.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be'/><title type='text'>black dress, with the tights underneath;</title><content type='html'>Speaking of dresses, everyone has been out dress hunting except for me. Personally, I couldn't give a damn. I could go with nothing on and still be the centre of attention. Lol. Awesome huh? Anyway, no offence to dress-hunters, i'm just a big joker. XD&lt;br /&gt;I am actually looking for a dress, I just haven't started yet. Well, apparently we need a dress for graduation and another dress for PROM. So, i think imma start probably...somewhere...near... August? When its the birthday month and its easier to ask for presents. Bahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, went to this self-proclaimed "MOST &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;POWERRRR&lt;/span&gt;-FULL SEMINAR"(&lt;em&gt;ooh, feel macho-er alredi&lt;/em&gt;) yesterday(&lt;em&gt;u-huh, a sunday people!&lt;/em&gt;). The good thing about this seminar is...its free. Oh, and the study smart talk was kind of good too. I think the teachers could really communicate with the students, most probably because they were as young as us! Gawd! One of them was 26. Thats....*randomly moving fingers* 1 year younger than my brother. Yeah, too me thats young. Prolly coz my brother still feels really young to me compared to the 27 year old ah-pek he already-probably is. They were only teaching 4 subjects Maths, Sejarah, English and BM. Maths and English were kinda lame. The English teach was in a permanently pissed off mood and seemed to have a grudge against everyone except 1 student. Maths was short and a lil' bullshitty. Sejarah was kinda awesome prolly coz he could tell a real good story and BM was full of dirrrtttehhh stuff. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being cooped up in a dingy hall with crappy aircon the whole day the day before, I still went to school anywayz(unlike someoneee...*hint*e&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;p&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;y...space*hint*) and slogged throughout the day feeling like crap. Just got the application form for Taylor's Principal Awards. Not putting high hopes but praying like shit that I will somehow get it(in my dreams). So, I gotta dig out all the certs that I've ever got and pray they actually work in persuading the people reading mah application form that I so so so so soooo deserve to be chosen to get at least some of my college fees waived because I am a POOR POOR POOR girl that really needs to prove something to the world. Ooh, that be part of meh essay! &lt;strong&gt;TRADEMARKED!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Don't steal bitches, its called plagarising with the 'g' pronounced as 'juh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tralalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls, get over it that you don't have a date, plenty of other people don't have 'em either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys, stop being so desperately in need of a date, you're not gonna get laid anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Study Smart and Study Hard...sometimes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Study Lyk A Stone, Partay Lyk A RawkstaRRR!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*brings out air guitar* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shush girl, shut your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-6448023567154430779?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6448023567154430779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/black-dress-with-tights-underneath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6448023567154430779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6448023567154430779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/black-dress-with-tights-underneath.html' title='black dress, with the tights underneath;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1782537961235775428</id><published>2009-07-15T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:18:07.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drag me down and slap me like shit coz history is repeating itself again;</title><content type='html'>Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a disease, a sickness, a whatchamacallit syndrome. It's some sort of ugly mental disease that is really disgusting and its worser than having gangrene growing on your toes. (eww) And yet I can't help doing it again and again without fail. Sometimes not even realising that I was doing it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loveme-hatemesyndrome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1782537961235775428?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1782537961235775428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/drag-me-down-and-slap-me-like-shit-coz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1782537961235775428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1782537961235775428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/drag-me-down-and-slap-me-like-shit-coz.html' title='drag me down and slap me like shit coz history is repeating itself again;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-7107559974677780649</id><published>2009-07-10T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:40:12.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle in a form of snail mail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357082722323008194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SlguWlhyCsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QX5pbehJm4o/s400/Picture0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snail mail?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357082727440177970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SlguW4lz2zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HGdx8ze-Bxc/s400/Picture0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Sia Hee Ching,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for taking part in the E! Entertainment -- The Star 'Pam: Girl On The Loose' contest. You have won yourself an exclusive goodie bag comprising of &lt;strong&gt;His and Hers 'Pam: Girl On The Loose' tank top and t-shirt &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;a pair of E! Entertainment notebooks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;............(loads of bullshit here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for your support and do continue tuning in the E! Entertainment on Astro Channel 712 for the latest Entertainment news and celebrity gossips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ryan Seacrest&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Giuliana Rancic&lt;/s&gt; Vasala Devi (?!siapa ini?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. So, who wants a free tank top? Guaranteed to have ample space in the bust area. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;it'spam,bitch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-7107559974677780649?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7107559974677780649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracle-in-form-of-snail-mail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7107559974677780649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7107559974677780649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracle-in-form-of-snail-mail.html' title='miracle in a form of snail mail.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SlguWlhyCsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QX5pbehJm4o/s72-c/Picture0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8571857570022314297</id><published>2009-07-05T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:37:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uninnocent Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_e98gql6bM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_e98gql6bM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh My Gawd! This baybeh is sooooo hornyy!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta Feeling - The Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB_QGKW_bbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB_QGKW_bbI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ifonlyicouldturnbacktime...i'dkillyouthen&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/2061811586599911984-8571857570022314297?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8571857570022314297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/uninnocent-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8571857570022314297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8571857570022314297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/uninnocent-baby.html' title='The Uninnocent Baby'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-393103598587220989</id><published>2009-07-04T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:43:48.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, thats just me.</title><content type='html'>*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;I won't even bother trying to hide this anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HAVE WATCHED TRANSFORMERS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Roooaoaarrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......and I won't ask/accept invites to watch movies from people that have public or private feuds with each other for now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so bullshit I don't even know what am I talking about. Sometimes, I just wanna change school and change my whole surroundings. It'll probably do me good more than bad. Probably one of the reasons I really wouldn't mind going to NS now. But thats just now. I'll probably regret what I'm saying a couple of minutes later. *couple of minutes later* Still feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;One of the few days that I'd like to punch someone up like a beanbag and not have their parents or the copz busting my ear with all them bullshitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;iwanttoquitschool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-393103598587220989?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/393103598587220989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-thats-just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/393103598587220989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/393103598587220989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-thats-just-me.html' title='baby, thats just me.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-5955372237038560079</id><published>2009-07-02T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:18:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when hearts break, no it don't break even</title><content type='html'>I'm bad. I'm evil. I'm da bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks when friends tell you the reason why you've been single all these years is because you're not "manja" enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nola. They were just saying they can't imagine me being all girly, girly and melty melty over a guy. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that inconcievable. And yet, it may be so true that I'll be single my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;allhailsingledo&lt;s&gt;o&lt;/s&gt;m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-5955372237038560079?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5955372237038560079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-hearts-break-no-it-dont-break-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5955372237038560079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5955372237038560079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-hearts-break-no-it-dont-break-even.html' title='when hearts break, no it don&apos;t break even'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1026291476070912608</id><published>2009-07-01T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:12:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When 1 plus 1 plus 1 equals 2 plus an idiot :(</title><content type='html'>Lol. So now its long title mode plus emoticon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do you know what it feels like..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;to lose not only 1 but 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(obviously not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;itsuckswhenyou'retheonlyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1026291476070912608?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1026291476070912608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-1-plus-1-plus-1-equals-2-plus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1026291476070912608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1026291476070912608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-1-plus-1-plus-1-equals-2-plus.html' title='When 1 plus 1 plus 1 equals 2 plus an idiot :('/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-5625277166893526159</id><published>2009-06-28T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:47:46.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl that bled white. :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352312290733058946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7q7AZ64I/AAAAAAAAATs/o2m_PPf6xok/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7quYka7I/AAAAAAAAATk/ifrIeq57hKQ/s1600-h/Picture_178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352312287344749490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7quYka7I/AAAAAAAAATk/ifrIeq57hKQ/s400/Picture_178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7qvRwXwI/AAAAAAAAATc/Gsql2OTEkhs/s1600-h/Picture_170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352312287584608002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7qvRwXwI/AAAAAAAAATc/Gsql2OTEkhs/s400/Picture_170.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/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7qa6JUSI/AAAAAAAAATU/M4H06pL4VIk/s1600-h/Picture_166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352312282116870434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7qa6JUSI/AAAAAAAAATU/M4H06pL4VIk/s400/Picture_166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7qICXqAI/AAAAAAAAATM/CgZ8hYlkWWc/s1600-h/Picture_088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352312277051090946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7qICXqAI/AAAAAAAAATM/CgZ8hYlkWWc/s400/Picture_088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uncaptionized.&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/2061811586599911984-5625277166893526159?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5625277166893526159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-that-bled-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5625277166893526159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5625277166893526159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-that-bled-white.html' title='the girl that bled white. :|'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Skc7q7AZ64I/AAAAAAAAATs/o2m_PPf6xok/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8529928743689946622</id><published>2009-06-18T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:20:57.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thnks Fr The Mmrs</title><content type='html'>...even though they weren't so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising your existence....&lt;br /&gt;and having the chance to be an idiot over you was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually kind of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;onenight,andonemoretime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-8529928743689946622?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8529928743689946622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/thnks-fr-mmrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8529928743689946622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8529928743689946622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/thnks-fr-mmrs.html' title='Thnks Fr The Mmrs'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-2865301528531003532</id><published>2009-06-15T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:56:37.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is true love ever true?</title><content type='html'>I dunno. You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, itz back to middle row last line middle seat again. I think all I did was "teh" mt out. Lol, I know. I'm freaking disgusting. Urged Kai to give that wooden mouse without teh ears to her love of her life but in the end she just said: "I'll give it to him in tuition."&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;em&gt;wathehellbarbeque&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;Felt really dizzy during the last period -- Mod Maths. Not due to the horrible marks I got for Chinese, BM, and Chemistry(alright, probably that). Dizzied myself all the way back home and watched The Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn you Stephen Spielberg!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347487672655440770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SjYXtMFoa4I/AAAAAAAAATE/qxYNX-P_eds/s400/wait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know why I don't get tired of watching this damn show. I mean, even that Tom Hunks isn't as hunky as his last name --Oh,whoops, Tom Hanks, i mean. And his bad accent, or i dunno if its good or not, was really irritating. Hey, but he really made me believe he was some middle eastern dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, the story is set in New Yorks Aiport where bajillions of people arrive and depart. Yeah,yeah. Place full of emotions. Totally perfect place to be setting up such a touching story. Anyway, this guy from Krakozhia(Tom &lt;s&gt;Hunks&lt;/s&gt;Hanks) arrived at JKF to find himself being escorted away from customs as his passport was not "disahkan", ya know. So, the fat officer dude takes him to the big boss and the big boss, although not very large in size, tries to explain to him that his country is being attacked by rebels and they overturned the government yada yada yada. So, now, this Krakozhian guy caught in between countries can't go back to his own and has to live in the airport. Ahah! But you see, he was reallly desperate to get to New York because *tear jerking old story* his papa was a really big Jazz fan and he wanted to get the autographs of allll the band members in this Jazz group. So he wrote loads of letters to each and everyone asking for autographs. And some sent but some of the more irresponsible ones didn't give a shit. So anyway, papa had waited almost 40 whole years for all the autographs and before he could go get the last one, he......... So, anyway, Krakozhian guy goes off to New York to find the last member and before he gets to the last members, he matchmakes 2 different individuals, meets hot young air stewardess(Catherine Zeta-Jones), and tries to defend himself from being opressed by evil boss of JFK Airport that keeps wanting to get him kicked out of the place so that he's "someone elses problem". Rawr! Bitch face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, YOU, yeah, you! Gotta really watch this show. I don't care how much you bitch about it, watch it first then bitch about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;doyouknowwhatnapoleongavehiswifeasagift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-2865301528531003532?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2865301528531003532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-true-love-ever-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2865301528531003532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2865301528531003532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-true-love-ever-true.html' title='Is true love ever true?'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SjYXtMFoa4I/AAAAAAAAATE/qxYNX-P_eds/s72-c/wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-5600223774782091049</id><published>2009-06-10T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:49:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejarah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's shocking that I can remember loads of stuff except for Sejarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I've known you since way back when and you don't even bother to at least acknowledge that you know me. :(  Next time, I think imma ignore you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD. It's been so boh-ring!! I haven't been going out for the past YEAR!! I wanna go out lah, but my mom keeps screaming in my ear that I'm suppose to study or something. But you know what, i'm going mad here and I think I gotta really go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO OUTTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my brother has gone out with his friends(eww) already so wtf am I doing at home stoning?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;iwannagooutttt!!&lt;/span&gt; (Lol. Sounds like i want gout. AHhahah!! Which I don't btw. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-5600223774782091049?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5600223774782091049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/sejarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5600223774782091049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5600223774782091049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/sejarah.html' title='Sejarah!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1470025782274187924</id><published>2009-06-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:19:21.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Scared. Be Very Scared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SifJjcCMH7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mCEtYIp6Ido/s1600-h/lkwi"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343461093556363186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SifJjcCMH7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mCEtYIp6Ido/s400/lkwi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just realised there is something &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with this pic. Gah. I am so freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;thesexoxo'sarenotforyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1470025782274187924?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1470025782274187924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-scared-be-very-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1470025782274187924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1470025782274187924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-scared-be-very-scared.html' title='Be Scared. Be Very Scared.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SifJjcCMH7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mCEtYIp6Ido/s72-c/lkwi' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-4134904604306086965</id><published>2009-06-04T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:04:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T *underscore* T</title><content type='html'>Has anyone realised the singing cherubs in Night at the Museum are the JoBro's?&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHA!!! I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have tried to blog about Langkawi Trip and failed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, check out &lt;a href="http://lingtheblur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yi Ling's &lt;/a&gt;brog to see our journey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Eh! Cherry cherry Boom Boom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-4134904604306086965?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4134904604306086965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-underscore-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4134904604306086965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4134904604306086965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-underscore-t.html' title='T *underscore* T'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6059579860629882844</id><published>2009-05-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:05:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.A.W.R</title><content type='html'>Uh, exams are over? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel weird that I'm not studying right now. I think I have been in study mode too long to realise that I'm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ADDICTED TO STUDYING?!?!?!!111!??&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'll never admit such a shameful habit. It hurts my male ego. Oh, I think you guys/girls/ghouls have realised that I actually have a ego with balls and hairy chests. (ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want my alter-malego to be really hot and great with girls i think imma end up like...Dr. Gregory House(?!). Lol. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, leaving for Langkawi in 16 hrs. Pray that I don't get selesema babi. :(&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that if we get swine flu we won't die?! Oh, god! Then why are they going ballistic over it?! Why do they call it a pandemic?!? Like, wth! I need some answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another "heavier" note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that i've been really foolish these few months. Hoping for something thats never happening. Misunderstanding gestures. Feeling weird the whole time. Pissed when the gestures are repeated to another organism(my macha?). It feels like competition but its actually a simple relationship of Prey-Predator. This situation is the situation where I feel and may look like a predator but i'm just the helpless prey that still doesn't realise that something is just gonna swoop down and get me on the first train to nirvana. You know what? I've realised it then, but was helpless. But I've realised it much better now, and its revenge baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty clear that revenge takes up a pretty large portion of my life. I even have my own evil cackle(ask samster). I don't remember good stuff people has done for me, but i remember a WHOLE LOTTA bad stuff you've done to me. So, watch you're back coz when i'm done this song is gonna keep playing on them radio's -- When you see my face, hope it gives you HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;me thinks me are evillll!!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;if the devils name is lucifer, what would the name of his female counterpart be? -- Lucy!!!&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/2061811586599911984-6059579860629882844?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6059579860629882844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/rawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6059579860629882844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6059579860629882844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/rawr.html' title='R.A.W.R'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1923355846932961850</id><published>2009-05-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:27:05.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AA &lt;3 VL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARCHIE ANDREWS CHOSE.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERONICA LODGE!&lt;/strong&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/2061811586599911984-1923355846932961850?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1923355846932961850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/aa-3-vl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1923355846932961850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1923355846932961850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/aa-3-vl.html' title='AA &lt;3 VL'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-4107305883455112929</id><published>2009-05-23T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:38:08.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how can you be so heartlesss....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Perfect courage means doing unwitnessed what we would be capable of with the world looking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;~La Rochefoucauld~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as I want to be a person of preseverance and un-bitchiness.... I won't, for today. I will do the cowardly thing that even cowardly people don't do. A cowardly person, when being talked back to, would fire on back with more evil insults, that is because he/she is insecure and probably having PMS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ladies and Bad Men....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sad to say that I, am that person today. That is because I, am in a horrible mood. Probably because I, am having PMS. And because I, saw what Hen Yu said about my picture that was meant to be a practical joke. And because I... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY CANNOT TAKE A PRACTICAL JOKE DURING TIMES OF THE MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hen Yu, you are sooooooooo..... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've realised that I've never really introduced much of my friends to the outside world before. Maybe its because I'm jealous that if they appear online, they'd get famous just like Bikini Girl or Norman Gentle. But, I've realised, much to my avail, that as much as I'd like to keep them cute little chicka's away from the glare of this EVIL, EVIL world. I just can't, cos they have probably posted up a picture of themselves online, anyway. :s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I'd like to introduce the world to Shuennie, Yi Qing or Mei Tin even Hon Yu first. My debut and only Know-A-Friend post would be about Hen Yu. Why? Oh, cos he dissed that I wasn't cute enough. Like, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?! OF COURSE I'M CUTE! I'm ooozing cuteness out of my bleeding ears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, Hen Yu, I've known him since Form 1 then I wasn't that close to him, then i was okay with him again. This guy is &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;multitalented&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; a class act&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;s&gt;dances&lt;/s&gt;, he &lt;s&gt;sings&lt;/s&gt;, he's a black belt in tae, he swims like a mutant, he plays piano and guitar(?!), he's abilty to cheat and get caught during exam and oh, he's abilty to anger even the tamest of bunnies into ferocious lions on the days they aren't sleepy(e.g. Melvin) with his incessant teasing. Or, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;he'd probably be the one trying to steal a wilderbeast away from a lioness.&lt;/span&gt; Such a brave person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And all you'd wanna say to him sometimes would be: &lt;em&gt;Dear God, shut your mouth before I pummel you into apple juice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I gotta say that he's a very &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; guy to be able to escape high school without being beaten up even once. Thank God for SMKBU3(please don't make me pay PIBG money!) and its lack of potential bullies. If he were in DU or DJ, he'd.... probably change to this school during form 1 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh, and what about his interesting blog that seems to lure everyone to comment on his cbox? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Full of rainbows, shining stars and meadowy grass.&lt;/span&gt; And his love of the song "River Flows In You&lt;em&gt;"(OMG.Tis song so nice lehh.  Lets play it again and again so that we can be as leng chai and as yeng as Yirumaa!! N then all the leng lui's will fall for us cos we can play tis song!!!)&lt;/em&gt;. Lets say, if he had a chance he'd play this song the whole day. As if it isn't &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; enough.(seriously, you guys have got to get over this Yiruma-brainwashing dude, he's songs are nice but...) And whats with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;apple-holic?!&lt;/span&gt; Do you like, eat apples everyday? Or is it because that since you're head is shaped like an apple thats why you gotta think of apples everyday? Huh?! It's very baffling, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alright la. I'm being too mean. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Soweeeee.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And like, ugh, don't say "sorry no cure", thats like, SooOoooOOooOOOOO OVERRATEDDDD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Revenge~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: retaliation for wrong, grievance&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;animus, attack, avenging, avengment, counterblow, counterinsurgency, counterplay, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye for an eye&lt;/span&gt;*, fight, getting even, ill will, implacability, malevolence, measure for measure, rancor, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;repayment&lt;/span&gt;, reprisal, requital, retribution, return, ruthlessness, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;, sortie, spitefulness, tit for tat*, vengeance, vengefulness, vindictiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;revenge is personal and justice is societal&lt;br /&gt;Antonyms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;forgiveness, pardon, sympathy (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what i hope you'll do after reading this :)&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*courtesy of dictonary.com&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;On another lighter note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PY BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ED BI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;RTHD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AY N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IKKI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAWT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hc~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;.::&lt;/span&gt;if it weren't for bad men, there would be no men at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-4107305883455112929?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4107305883455112929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-can-you-be-so-heartlesss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4107305883455112929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4107305883455112929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-can-you-be-so-heartlesss.html' title='how can you be so heartlesss....?'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8521407101183386419</id><published>2009-05-22T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:29:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll kill you, i'll kill all of you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Have i told you guys?!?! (I obviously haven't!)&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="center"&gt;That...that...thaaattt... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARCHIE ANDREWS IS FINALLY MAKING HIS CHOICE IF IT'S......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BETTY&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;VERONICA&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol, yea. Who cares? Except for Shuennie or Qing! Just so you know laaa. After 50+ years of fighting over a &lt;s&gt;pimply&lt;/s&gt; freckly carrot top. I can't believe it's up to Archie to choose which he'd marry. Hope both of them dump him and he has to stay with his mommy forever. HAH! Take that, ARCHIE!&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="center"&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="center"&gt;I have just realised. I have never taken a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LaLa~CuTe(QQ~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pic before....&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="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here it is. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338546484558817138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/ShZTvi0J53I/AAAAAAAAASs/w1F6TVc7Ctg/s400/Picture0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Yeaaaahh... Soak in all the cuteness i've got going there...&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me veri kiut orrrhhhxxxxx~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2061811586599911984-8521407101183386419?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8521407101183386419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8521407101183386419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8521407101183386419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html' title='i&apos;ll kill you, i&apos;ll kill all of you!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/ShZTvi0J53I/AAAAAAAAASs/w1F6TVc7Ctg/s72-c/Picture0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6592150122105644284</id><published>2009-05-20T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:46:26.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zoh my gawd wat the f*** bar bee que</title><content type='html'>Gah! Kris Allen won American Idol! ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, he's actually kinda hot and he can sing. But i thought Adam's performance yesterday was better. But Adam sounds like a black women during "no bounderies". :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKmBnxKCX3I&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x6b8ab6" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sad that the two finalists are unavailable men. :(&lt;br /&gt;One's married and the other one's homo and Danny Gokey is fat. NooOOOoOOoOOOOooOOOo!!!! *kills self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heyithotyouweregonnashutthisdown?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-6592150122105644284?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6592150122105644284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoh-my-gawd-wat-f-bar-bee-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6592150122105644284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6592150122105644284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoh-my-gawd-wat-f-bar-bee-que.html' title='zoh my gawd wat the f*** bar bee que'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-2598923834917954368</id><published>2009-05-15T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:14:58.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>Ahahahaha!!! Said i was gonna close this down but ya know whaaaatt???&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to post a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Sg0jwmeGaxI/AAAAAAAAASk/9SqoFeK68bY/s1600-h/Picture0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335960451371395858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Sg0jwmeGaxI/AAAAAAAAASk/9SqoFeK68bY/s400/Picture0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look a lil' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but whatevvvsssss, ya know?! &lt;em&gt;*omfg. my sheets are mismatched. likeigiveadamn. yesido.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sejarah was fucked up btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SejP2-fuckedandscrewedon15thofMay2*oh-oh*9&lt;/span&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/2061811586599911984-2598923834917954368?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2598923834917954368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2598923834917954368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/2598923834917954368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Sg0jwmeGaxI/AAAAAAAAASk/9SqoFeK68bY/s72-c/Picture0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-5663451607066745927</id><published>2009-05-14T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:24:13.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamed a dream where you were dead and when i woke up you were alive, so its a nightmare!</title><content type='html'>Ooh. Just realised that my title is &lt;span&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;^ up. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was just, as usual, stalking people's blorrrggz when i realised, my blog is &lt;span&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;^ up.&lt;br /&gt;SooOOoOOOooOOOooo.... I've decided to dump my blog down the shit hole. And all my excretory products shall be dumped into the toilet like normal huumanz instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;loveya,bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-5663451607066745927?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5663451607066745927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dreamed-dream-where-you-were-dead-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5663451607066745927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/5663451607066745927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dreamed-dream-where-you-were-dead-and.html' title='i dreamed a dream where you were dead and when i woke up you were alive, so its a nightmare!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8720986504361054629</id><published>2009-05-12T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:00:55.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love for you is 1 over infinity which is 0.0000...............1 percent that my love for you is of infinty;</title><content type='html'>Geddit? No? Yeah, I don't get it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, samster was telling us about String Theories, General Relativity and 1 over infinity. Which was something he learned from Mr. Rajin, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, there's this thing about parallel dimensions which is kinda creepy for me. Apparently, there is supposedly another dimensions in the world (11 dimensions?!) and when you're talking about parallel dimensions means they never meet/intersect at all, but they are at the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;So there maybe someone playing the computer in ur seat right now, oh yeah, while you're reading this. And he/she'll be wondering. WTF, why my computer keep going to this stupid website wan. &lt;span&gt;!@#$%^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's another thing about how that in our infinite universe there is 1/∞ % that there is the EXACT SAME planet in another part of the universe. That means, somewhere far far away, there is someone, that looks like you, that walks and talks like you and is sitting in front of the idiot box looking at this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so before I bore you with more info on stuff you'd not be interested in. I'll talk about more interesting stuff, thats happening in school.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've been going to school for these 2 days and it hasss been quite boring but actually quite interesting and the mood is awfull-ey nice. Even the sun doesn't seem to be THAT HOT. Must have better moods everyday so that this crazy heat wave won't affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;iarenoob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-8720986504361054629?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8720986504361054629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-love-for-you-is-1-over-infinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8720986504361054629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8720986504361054629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-love-for-you-is-1-over-infinity.html' title='my love for you is 1 over infinity which is 0.0000...............1 percent that my love for you is of infinty;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8116708273541846753</id><published>2009-05-09T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:27:46.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear lord what have i gotten myself into.</title><content type='html'>Decided to research on the Langkawi Trip I'd be having after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my freaking gawd.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong told us it was a 4 star hotel but its actually 2 star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WTH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&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;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shitz!&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/2061811586599911984-8116708273541846753?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8116708273541846753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-dear-lord-what-have-i-gotten-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8116708273541846753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8116708273541846753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-dear-lord-what-have-i-gotten-myself.html' title='oh dear lord what have i gotten myself into.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8089750839232882687</id><published>2009-05-07T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:38:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this world is turning round and round and round and i've been hitting my head too many times on the edges to wonder why it is.</title><content type='html'>Ooh. Guess what I fouuunnnddd?!?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OF NEW CHARACTERS FOR THE NEW MOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. You guys can stop bashing me up coz i'm mad about a damn show. Shut up. I'm a normal teenager and thats what normal teenage gurlzzzz dooo.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the 1st movie a.k.a Twilight, sucking. I'm looking a lil forward to the next one. Reasons being that there are more new people, and they've kicked off the hippie director for a more normal one. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some of the new characters that are appearing in &lt;s&gt;Twili-&lt;/s&gt; "Bulan Baru". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;omgwfbbqitz&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dakota Fanning&lt;/span&gt; as.... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cameron Bright&lt;/span&gt; as.....&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alec&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jamie Campbell-Bower&lt;/span&gt;( &lt;em&gt;Johanaaaaa...i'll steeeeeaaaaall youuuuu...Johaaaaanaaaa...&lt;/em&gt;)  as...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caius&lt;/span&gt;(?!);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Micheal Sheen&lt;/span&gt; as.....&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aro&lt;/span&gt;; (&lt;em&gt;where's Marcus?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Graham Greene&lt;/span&gt; as..... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Harry Clearwater&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;dies of heart attack&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Noot Seear&lt;/span&gt;(yea,ftw) as......&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heidi &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;wondering who? read again, biatches&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*alright, she's actually the vampire that lures humans to the volturi so they can feed. yeah, the volturi don't hunt, they just laze around their lazy asses and throw a whore to seduce innocent-horny men to their bloody DOOM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;ttyl?!watdat?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-8089750839232882687?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8089750839232882687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-world-is-turning-round-and-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8089750839232882687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8089750839232882687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-world-is-turning-round-and-round.html' title='this world is turning round and round and round and i&apos;ve been hitting my head too many times on the edges to wonder why it is.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-8517156880115008853</id><published>2009-04-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:02:28.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this dark and evil force is crushing me into a billion pieces but all i can see is light, and all i can feel is hope</title><content type='html'>....and then i diieeee!! (okkk. too morbid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just downloaded this new song/old song by Flo Rida called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Right Round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Before I elaborate on the song and the tune and the rapping and all, I'd just like to ask one questions. What the hell is his name suppose to mean?! Flo Rida as in Florida(the place) or Flow Rider in nigga language or just Flo Rida(which is his real name). Will check it out sometime but best if someone would tell it to my face XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm like enjoying this song and bopping my head to the chorus when i realised that i don't really fancy rap. All i do is sing along to the chorus part which is i gotta say, &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST PART&lt;/strong&gt; of the song and also &lt;strong&gt;THE ONLY LISTEN-ABLE PART&lt;/strong&gt;. And when the rap part comes my mind flows away to what i was looking at on the pc screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares what i think right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;muahkx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You spin ma head right round, right round, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When you go down, when you go down, down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And, whats up with the lyrics?! It sounds... DIIIRRRRTTTT-ehhhh!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-8517156880115008853?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8517156880115008853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-dark-and-evil-force-is-crushing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8517156880115008853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/8517156880115008853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-dark-and-evil-force-is-crushing-me.html' title='this dark and evil force is crushing me into a billion pieces but all i can see is light, and all i can feel is hope'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-4715822400501212381</id><published>2009-04-23T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:31:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And i'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home...x4  XD</title><content type='html'>Garrrhh!! My msn is being a cib**. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm listening to "your call" by secondhand serenade. And I know some of you people think that his songs are seriously over emo but whatevvss you know. People need their daily/weekly/monthly(for gals probably) dose of emo songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this vid out of youtube and it's this dude playing this song in piano for the girl that he loves. I think he's kinda cute, in a way that he has dimples and plays the piano. XD Oh, and that he's playing this for a girl he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to whoever you are. Hope the girl falls head over heels for you once she hears this awesome rendition of YOUR CALL by Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nS--3alP8pQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/nS--3alP8pQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN ANYONE GET ME THE MUSIC SCORE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It seems kinda simple but there are lots of sharp and flat notes. And I really suck at identifying those notes. Contohnya, I still can't play River Flow In You by Yiruma because the starting has lots of sharps and flats and i don't know which sharp or flat is which black button. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;call, i'm desperate for your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-4715822400501212381?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4715822400501212381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-im-tired-of-being-all-alone-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4715822400501212381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4715822400501212381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-im-tired-of-being-all-alone-and.html' title='And i&apos;m tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home...x4  XD'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3542063153164280688</id><published>2009-04-21T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:16:58.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know something is wrong when you go beserk over a 50 cent coin. I'm a suckaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>Ehehhee.... Finally gave Shuennie "THE MOST AWKWARD PRESENT OF THE YEAR THAT WON THE MOST AWKWARD PRESENT OF THE YEAR AWARD" . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, shuen. Wasn't sure what to get you when you've got almost everything and we know you don't really approve of us wasting so much ka-chingggs $$. So, there it is. I swear we didn't waste more than... RM10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD(my ugly betty winner smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, planned out my study schedule last sunday and... GUESS WHAT?! I'm not even following it. Bahahha. This sucks. :(&lt;br /&gt;Exams are apparently on 6th of May.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3542063153164280688?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3542063153164280688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-something-is-wrong-when-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3542063153164280688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3542063153164280688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-something-is-wrong-when-you-go.html' title='you know something is wrong when you go beserk over a 50 cent coin. I&apos;m a suckaaa!!!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-7946753706788925165</id><published>2009-04-17T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:48:36.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's small, it doesn't worth alot, its from lots of people, and it comes from the heart, i think... :)</title><content type='html'>I hope you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;XD&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;youknowwho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-7946753706788925165?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7946753706788925165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-small-it-doesnt-worth-alot-its-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7946753706788925165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7946753706788925165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-small-it-doesnt-worth-alot-its-from.html' title='it&apos;s small, it doesn&apos;t worth alot, its from lots of people, and it comes from the heart, i think... :)'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-4934611422243520836</id><published>2009-04-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:55:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying not to roll my eyes till my eyeballs get unscrewed from their sockets and just fall off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muahahahhahahaaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's skipping pancaragam again tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh, me la, DUHHH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Don't judge me. I'mma go mcd to do the magazine with mings, shuennnn-eh!, and qian heng. It feels like a waste of time(i obviously am not betting then im gonna win) but its like, another form of stress to erase the stress I have in school now. I guess, the stress in school/studies is much worse than the others. Being in school reminds me that I'm form 5 and that SPM is coming. Yeah. That totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll be studying for 200+ days, and suffering for another 4 weeks after, just to take 10 subjects in&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; 9&lt;/span&gt; measly days. Like, ftw right?!&lt;br /&gt;This better be WORTH it. I'm so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pondered quite some time what I'd be taking in college/uni. Now, there are only 3 on my mind that I can actually imagine myself doing:&lt;br /&gt;1. BioTech (like, seriously overrated/overtaken by LALA mui's and zai's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hospitality and Culinary Arts (OMG! Like, super fun weiii!! I mean, i don't really like the cleaning up hotel rooms part, but I super like the cooking part, I mean, if I could be one of those food tasters all my life and flying around the world to taste food while people pay me tons of cash. That would be my TOTAL DREEEAAAMMMM!!! Wait... i've strayed from the topic. Where culinary arts is to learn how to cook and that is seriously interesting! I'd LOVE to learn how to cook, but sucks when you don't have the basic. BoOoooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LAW (*plays the DUM dum &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duuummm&lt;/span&gt; music*) I think, I'd like to be a lawyer. I mean, I don't necessarily have to go and fight in the courtrooms right. Yeah, I'm not really interested in those. There are types tht just sit in the office drawing up agreements for banks or divorcce papers. Funnnn!!! Fun to know about a scandal. NOT FUN to be in one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i'mhyperrrrrrrzzxzxzzzxzzxz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-4934611422243520836?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4934611422243520836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-not-to-roll-my-eyes-till-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4934611422243520836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/4934611422243520836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-not-to-roll-my-eyes-till-my.html' title='trying not to roll my eyes till my eyeballs get unscrewed from their sockets and just fall off'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-748297909507118678</id><published>2009-04-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:28:33.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think its going too fast too furious that i can't grasp it anymore.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my oral presentation on &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Plastic Surgery&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you seriously can do surgery everywhere. And I'm not talking about the "vah-jay-jay" only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbillicoplasty is done when someone is not satisfied with their belly button. So you can choose to have in going in orrr coming out. If you get my drift. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, hee ching OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hee ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *muaaahhzxzxzxzxz!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-748297909507118678?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/748297909507118678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-its-going-too-fast-too-furious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/748297909507118678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/748297909507118678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-its-going-too-fast-too-furious.html' title='i think its going too fast too furious that i can&apos;t grasp it anymore.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-120018511789031013</id><published>2009-04-09T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:38:51.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dropping into this large black hole where everything is just bliss, then when it ends, i hit the ground and just DIE. :(</title><content type='html'>Lol. Great. I'm in my long-post-title-mood now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSSD Bball has FINALLY ENDED. Yes, its finally the end of boy-ogling season and back to studying. :( Well, maybe i'm not that enthusiastic about boy-ogling(seeing that i didn't do it, much) but more enthusiastic about pontenging to go koperasi. I've skipped classes for one whole week now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week -- Ponteng week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week -- Finish up homework from last week and this week. Oh, and pray that there will still be time to study. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooohhh.....prettyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322946856247604754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Sd7n9qzrthI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4czjKEqsx_4/s400/dewdrop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate exam year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hate being clueless when people ask me questions that i SHOULD noe but don't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate going to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hate homework.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I hate that it's been four months and we are still stuck in the early chapters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I hate this part right here by PussyCat Dolls a.k.a c*bai mao wawa(direct translation in chinoise) is a song.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate stress.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hate that everyone is pressuring me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate that there is so much to do but so little time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I hate i'm so vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hate that there are opportunities but i can't take it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hate that something that came out of a book is coming true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh, have i mentioned I hate homework?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;uoyssimammi&lt;/span&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/2061811586599911984-120018511789031013?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/120018511789031013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-dropping-into-this-large-black-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/120018511789031013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/120018511789031013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-dropping-into-this-large-black-hole.html' title='i&apos;m dropping into this large black hole where everything is just bliss, then when it ends, i hit the ground and just DIE. :('/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Sd7n9qzrthI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4czjKEqsx_4/s72-c/dewdrop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3678744374604558433</id><published>2009-04-08T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:00:56.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OoOooOoooOooOooooOOO....Bball.</title><content type='html'>I think its obvious whats happening in my school right now, most probably from the title of this post orrrrr the thousands of blog posts from teenagers around petaling utama blabbing on about MSSD's in our school. Yeah. OUR SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, our schools the tuan rumah. I have to say that I &lt;s&gt;am&lt;/s&gt; was quite excited that there will be new people coming into school. Fresh faces especially. Rather than the dead end that is our school. Oh, note that I said "WAS" instead of "AM". Yeah, you get what I mean. I'm not gonna elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been working for koperasi the past 3 days. XD I looooooooovvveeeee working for koperasi. I LLOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEE it coz it gives me a chance to ponteng that mind numbing thing I/we do every morning from 7 to 2 in the afternoon, that is school of course. Well, technically, we'd be in school. Mentally/Literally, we'd be in basketball heaven. Not that I care much for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have I told you that I'm still stuck at finding the suitable topic for my english oral test. This...TOTALLY sucks. Probably will ask the HONNZzzZZz(which is how I will refer hon yu as from now on) can gimme some ideas. Will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, drama competition tomorrow. Going as support. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pontenging,melove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3678744374604558433?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3678744374604558433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/oooooooooooooooooooobball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3678744374604558433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3678744374604558433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/oooooooooooooooooooobball.html' title='OoOooOoooOooOooooOOO....Bball.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3695589740680945640</id><published>2009-04-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:45:51.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's my brain, my heart, my courage... what more do you want from me? my soul?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, thats what the wizard of Oz would say if he was having &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMS&lt;/span&gt; the day the tin can, the hay stack, the obese kitty and the irritating girl with the dog came to find him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to come clean with my hormones. I'm officially announcing that my hormones have gone haywire(like anybody has realised it already).&lt;br /&gt;If you're in my class, you've probably realised that i've been a sourpuss these few days. Yes, repel me if you like, i know i've been a bitch. But hey, I tried to feel happy. At least I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen stares of people who think i must be nuts. I don't wanna be seen that way but you know what, its tiring to be so concious of myself. To act as if everythings fine when things are obviously NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i once told dan that when i'm in "that" mood, the worst question you could ask me is if I were okay. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeez, are you BLIND. It's obvious i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; When everythings all cheery for me, there's usually something wrong. And yeah, this doesn't apply to me only. There are some others that actually take it to an extent where all they can do is smile and keep their sadness repressed inside like fools, poor pathetic fools that realise it but can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard sometimes and tiring to show your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;TULAN-TED/PEPETED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(whichever suits you best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; face to everyone when you know its not their fault but sometimes you just don't feel like smiling, at all. But its harder to keep everything repressed inside like a dumb person. &lt;strong&gt;Dumb as in cannot talk okay!&lt;/strong&gt; Dumb that all you can do is recieve but not give, to listen but cannot talk.&lt;br /&gt;I believe/know i'm repressing stuff, and there are loads of unhappy stuff that I just won't and couldn't tell out. Maybe its my pride and ego stopping me, or maybe its just me not wanting you guys to ask: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Are you...okay?"&lt;/span&gt;. Hurts my part-male ego and makes me feel like crap(i hate feeling like crap, just so you know). So, Keep your sympathies to yourself, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;For the people out there that are repressing seriously depressing stuff, you should just tell at least ONE person, someone to trust. If there is no one, and you find that even your best friend has been lying to you bloody face, open an anonymous blog and start flaming all you like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;totowantsadoggiebiscuit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3695589740680945640?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3695589740680945640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-my-brain-my-heart-my-courage-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3695589740680945640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3695589740680945640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-my-brain-my-heart-my-courage-what.html' title='here&apos;s my brain, my heart, my courage... what more do you want from me? my soul?!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-7280801126537784890</id><published>2009-04-02T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:35:36.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>konnichiwaaaa,sayonaraaa, toyottaaa, hondaaaa....and everything japanese you can think of.</title><content type='html'>Nah. This post is not reli japanese themed. Just wanna tell you guys that some Japanese people came over to school today to -- DONATE A SEWING MACHINE?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole school was fawning over them like jakun monkey's that never seen people of another race/country before. Sad to say, i was also a lil' psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Don't blame me. This school that lacks of potential hawt people can make a celibate virgin feel desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they came over to visit us while we were making alcohol during chem and everyone wuz like "konnichiwaa...". -.- Don't look at me. I didn't say that. It was awfully awkward to try to speak their language. They must think we're 3rd world 'tards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw. Took a photo with them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Wuz super pissed this morning for some special reason that i don't wanna say. All that I can say is that:&lt;br /&gt;1. sorry that i'm always so stubborn and hard-headed.&lt;br /&gt;2. not quite happy that i'm considered useless by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*highlight if you're interested*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think thats wat people think of me. Someone useless with a big mouth. I do admit that I am useless at alot of stuff and i'm not very talented in art, sciences or sports but i seriously don't wanna be treated like a cripple, or a retard.&lt;br /&gt;You don't think I wanna pursue something that I can be known for? Rather than just plain ol' hee ching. An average student, weak in sports and artistic stuff, has bad taste in music, etc...etc...?!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so pathetic knowing that people around me are doing something, and that they are special, so much more special than me. Around these special people, I feel like the before-superpowers-Mohinder Suresh or Ando. Their lives are filled with people with special abilities, everyone but them. I think I can really understand why Mohinder injected himself with the serum thingy in Season 3 Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Forget it. I'm overreacting. I always do. Who cares about being an invalid. I might as well just rot in my worthless little grave like now and forever always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This worthlessness is slowly killing me cell by cell, tissue by tissue, organ by organ, and then i'm just dead and forever forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;visitmeatmyworthlesslilgravewheni'mgone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-7280801126537784890?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7280801126537784890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/konnichiwaaaasayonaraaa-toyottaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7280801126537784890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/7280801126537784890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/konnichiwaaaasayonaraaa-toyottaaa.html' title='konnichiwaaaa,sayonaraaa, toyottaaa, hondaaaa....and everything japanese you can think of.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1111057507509946220</id><published>2009-03-30T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:46:15.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just a little girl lost in the moment, i'm so scared but i don't show it;</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah. I can see that everyone's having a bad day. Maybe not depressing day but more of a bad day. Geddit? Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imma just post these lyrics up to make people feel happy. It sucks when people around me are depressed especially shuennie and another certain someone although that someone looks much better than before. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Slow it down&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Or else my heart is going to pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318928630804471026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SdChaKjBXPI/AAAAAAAAASI/QQJDYZZydSU/s400/heartpop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's too much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a lot&lt;br /&gt;To be something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Out of love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*May not be in correct order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear God/Being-From-Another-Dimension/Buddha/Allah/etc..etc..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I told you that life's quite okay for me?&lt;br /&gt;Please make Life, stay that way. Maybe sometimes gimme a little treat like &lt;s&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/s&gt; someone great and inspiring to inspire me, probably more freedom, less periods(god forbid the periods), and more great songs. Oh, yeah. Depressing songs are needed too. Just to suit the mood you know. We can't all be optimistic! Oh, and more hot guys. A girl needs her eye candy. I don't mind if they aren't mine. As long as eye candies appear in front of me. Less stupid, idiotic and irritating people in the world. More good friends! Good SPM results btw! Oh, maybe a scholarship or two? Or you can just give my family a windfall...perhaps?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thank you god. Only if you give me at least some of those. Most preferably friends, eye candy, and MOOLAH baybeh!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;yr b'lvd hchng(fill in the vowels)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1111057507509946220?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1111057507509946220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-just-little-girl-lost-in-moment-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1111057507509946220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1111057507509946220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-just-little-girl-lost-in-moment-im.html' title='i&apos;m just a little girl lost in the moment, i&apos;m so scared but i don&apos;t show it;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SdChaKjBXPI/AAAAAAAAASI/QQJDYZZydSU/s72-c/heartpop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6460752450416820845</id><published>2009-03-27T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:51:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unmoving dreams of black, white and a tinge of grey</title><content type='html'>I think when I was young, I didn't really care who I was. And I think I was a real bitchy brat too. I can remember having a bitch fit for most of my younger memories. Jeez, I kind of hate myself for that. But I think(yes, think) I have changed for the better(right?!).&lt;br /&gt;So when I was form 1 and 2, I was some seriously playful &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; person. I didn't even have an ounce of maturity in me. Then when I was form 3, i met a few great friends(which we still are, well, some of them) and they seriously affected me alot. Maybe its the "ren sheng dao li" 's or something and the ability to see MORE than just the outer core of people.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as shallow as it may sound, i used to judge people through looks. Don't judge me, i seriously believe i've changed for the better(better, not perfect). I dunno when but I started to realise that i'm not exactly the image of beautiful itself, i'm not perfect and i'm not the smartest. Deep down inside, i'm the worst amongst the worst(yes, i do realise). I think once i realised that, i changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I think I started maturing(mentally, fools, don't think bengkok) since form 3. But despite that, i'm still such a kid when it comes to taking the relationship to another step. I'd probably deny this when people ask me about it but yes, i do have crushes on guys but I end up hating them. Probably coz the guys i have crushes on are just plain jerks. I don't know why I have the tendency to fall for jerks. Maybe its some weird force of nature that affects me. I mean, I see other people and they fall for such nice, smart(not to mention good looking guys) and I totally can see why friends would fall for them but i can't see myself falling for someone similar. This kinda sucks since this totally affects my future relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You know your future is ruined when you fall for a jerk and just won't let go(be afraid of lonlieness, etc etc).I'd probably fall for a jerk, get my money swindled, get knocked up, marry the dude for life, get raped, get more children, grow fat, be cheated on, get dumped with 10 or so children in a small apartment with flies. Yes, I have a feeling my future would be this way if I ever get married. I'm totally OPPOSED to getting married. Thats why i'm flirting my ass off(damn, please let my butt be intact), and i won't get into a relationship no matter what. I don't like the feeling of being tied down to one person, I don't like the sense of belonging. I like to OWNNNNN*lol, dominatrix*!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing that people believe in, this ideology that everyone has his/her soulmate. So, i ask, if that is so, why are there people who die single in this world? Is this because they had let THE ONE pass them by? Then, that wouldn't really be your soulmate now would it?&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe its what some people say for reassurance that their not going to lonely forever, or maybe its just me losing the will to dream colours already.&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, just forget what I wrote here. Its seriously straying far away from the main topic. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;candleandwhipequalsdominatrix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-6460752450416820845?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6460752450416820845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/unmoving-dreams-of-black-white-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6460752450416820845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6460752450416820845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/unmoving-dreams-of-black-white-and.html' title='unmoving dreams of black, white and a tinge of grey'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-6859375564174949162</id><published>2009-03-25T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:47:47.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up and Die...Die...Die...</title><content type='html'>You can sing that using Rihanna's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shut Up and Drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was rehearsal for our school's sports day and also MY VERY LAST SPORTS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;I think that since I'm form 5 already and its obviously my last year actually attending my very own sports day imma come no matter what! Oh yeah, and there's also the matter of pancaragam. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues singing cacated version of Shut Up and Drive -- Shut Up and Die, Die, DIEE....&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. There I was sitting in the canteen eating my pack nasi lemak(kosong, as usual). The unusual thing was the wrapping was different and the sambal was...smokin' spicey!!&lt;br /&gt;My face changed from &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_align_right" alt="Align Right" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;then to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bright red&lt;/span&gt; as I was trying not to scream from the pain that was the spicy hot sambal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about the stupid sambal! Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like any sane person would, I went of to get a drink from our canteen aunty. As you all may know, our canteen aunty&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;neh...the manly man one,that is actually just a very manly women )&lt;/span&gt; is not exactly THE most polite person but what she did today deserves what I'm about to call her..righhhhtt...abbboooouuuutttt.....NOW----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ByoTCH-IFFER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BiaTCH-IFFER!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ByaTCH-IFFER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BiTCH-IFFER!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And before I can continue this story, I have to tell you this story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little girl and the big bad wolf&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i bought a bottle of [uh, what do you call tht green thing?!] and as i assumed it was 1.50 i place a buck and a fifty cent coin onto the counter. But i still wasn't really sure since she ups the price whenever she wants and some of the drinks ARE actually rm1.50. So, i stared up at her, willng her to tell me if i had the price correct and she was like, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*picks manly nose*&lt;/em&gt; OI, &lt;em&gt;fag!&lt;/em&gt; 1.60 larr! &lt;em&gt;*scratches crotch*&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So, I dug out 10 cents and placed it with the aformentioned rm. 1.50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I turned around ready to leave with my purchased drink, she turned to her collegue(ooh lala, thats such a fancy word, for her!!) and said, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AIYAH! Students these days like to act like stupid idiots ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I turned towards her, smiled :), and threw the bottle of green juice at her face, then proceeds to jump on her and start screaming: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALALALAL&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALALALLLALAL&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LALALALA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(coughs. the following did not actually happen.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;REAL SCENE: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just stared at her and walked away while muttering "biatch" with my supposedly "pretends-to-act-stupid-face".&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jeez! I think its damn fucking rude for a person to insult another person right in front of they're face, while pretending to talk to another person! HAVE YOU NO MANNERS OR IS THAT HOW YOUR PARENTS TAUGHT YOU TO LIVE, HUH?!?!?!!? YOU STOOOPPEEEDD BITTCCCCHHH!!!Plus,if i'm SOOOOO stoooopeeeedd and you're sooooo HIGH AND ALMIGHTY, WHY THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU SELLING US FUCKING YUCKY FOOD IN A LOW MANTAINENCE HIGH SCHOOL CANTEEN WHEN YOU COULD BE CONNING THE SHIT OUT OF OTHER MORE RICH BASTARDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That stupid bitch is the main reason why our canteen food sucks like shit! Jeez, with her miserly ways, not only is she robbing us of &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt;our parents' hard earned moolah, but she's also feeding us only half of the portions we pay for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE PRODUCTS SHE SELLS SUCKKKKSSS SO BAD!!!! WHY?! COZ SHE'S SELLING IS CHEAPO LOW QUALITY PRODUCTS THAT EVEN THE DOGS ON THE ROAD SIDE WOULDN"T TOUCH WITH A TEN FOOT LONG POLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that is why that stupid bitch should deserve to die naked in a pink feather boa after being raped by a ten foot hamster on her expedition to find true love! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, wait, i think she's married and has a child. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!1!!!!11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jen&lt;strong&gt;"he"&lt;/strong&gt;ferrrrrrrrrzxzxzxzxzxz!!!&lt;/span&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/2061811586599911984-6859375564174949162?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6859375564174949162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-up-and-diediedie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6859375564174949162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/6859375564174949162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-up-and-diediedie.html' title='Shut Up and Die...Die...Die...'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3657966150075848474</id><published>2009-03-24T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:48:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow it down, make it stop, or else my heart&lt;3 is going to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;POP!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Lol. If you've been living under a rock, you've probably only heard this song today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHKDCqnH_7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHKDCqnH_7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I've been out of touch with the internet for what seems like a very, very, VERY LONG time. 3 days, i think. Shut Up! It's been the longest I've survived without a computer! Well, except for the days when i'm off to some trip to &lt;s&gt;Melaka&lt;/s&gt; outer space. I've got back some of my results, and they are DEFINITELY BETTER then the ones i got before!! Yeesh! You should see my add maths! I wish I could tear tht paper up, but YOU KNOW WHAT?!!?!?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imma find out whats wrong with that DAMN fucking paper and IM NEVER GONNA FUCKING DO IT AGAIN! THEN I'LL ONLY TEAR IT INTO PIECES OF SCUM!! *overreacting*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adam Khoo?! Who needs him for motivation when i've got me?!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;truthbetoldimissyou,truthbetold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'M LYING!&lt;/span&gt;&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/2061811586599911984-3657966150075848474?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3657966150075848474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-it-down-make-it-stop-or-else-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3657966150075848474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3657966150075848474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-it-down-make-it-stop-or-else-my.html' title='Slow it down, make it stop, or else my heart&lt;3 is going to...'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3622354893280674155</id><published>2009-03-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:35:47.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my childhood would suck without you because your the earth, the sun and the stars, baybeh!</title><content type='html'>Muahahahaaaa.... This long title thing is kinda addictive. I know it makes no sense but seriously can't help it laaahh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that(took you long enough, woman!) when i'm tired, i get high. And i actually WORK better when I'm in a tired state. Lol. Contohnya, yeshhtahdayy! I couldn't do anything in the morning but laze around and watch tv on the couch. Then right when i'm about to sleep, I decided to study....ofallsubjects.... &lt;s&gt;MORAL&lt;/s&gt; PHYSICS! And I actually made notes. Ouhmaigawwwwddd....(shutup. it's a big deal for me!)&lt;br /&gt;And i continued studying for 1 and a half hours straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAWRR!! I broke my own RECORD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note: my attention span is as short as Homer's(Simpson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. I am bangga of myself. So, to reward myself. I shall go sleep somemore! Tata!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxx&lt;/span&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3622354893280674155?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3622354893280674155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-childhood-would-suck-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3622354893280674155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3622354893280674155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-childhood-would-suck-without-you.html' title='my childhood would suck without you because your the earth, the sun and the stars, baybeh!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1812149675698239451</id><published>2009-03-16T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:31:08.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i blog too much but i can't help it, its NEW!</title><content type='html'>teehee. *ps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of this one week holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it, i wanted to make use of this holiday as much as I want but its not working. As much as i TRY to plan to study. My body just won't let me. FATE won't let me(excuses!). &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;[yes, i've made a timetable. no, i don't follow it at all.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It's just the first day but its gonna pass by in a flash and there i'll be, sitting in class, at the last row left side again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;s&gt;school.&lt;/s&gt; going to school! I hate waking up at an ungodly hour where everyone is still safely tucked up in their perfect little beds with their perfect little teddies beside them. I WANNA *toot*ing be a COLLEGE STUDENT!! So i can *toot*ing SLEEP! As long as i don't have to wake up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gimme some sleep won't you?! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST EFFING GIMME SOME SLEEP!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ends rant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;snore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1812149675698239451?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1812149675698239451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-blog-too-much-but-i-cant-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1812149675698239451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1812149675698239451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-blog-too-much-but-i-cant-help.html' title='i know i blog too much but i can&apos;t help it, its NEW!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-3541249218248545550</id><published>2009-03-15T09:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:22:56.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're so great and i'm such a dump, why are you here reading my blog?!</title><content type='html'>Mmm... Me likey the long long titles. Maybe it'll be my trademark. Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess tomorrow is probably the official day that our holidays start. Mmm... just thinking about this shwweeett shweeet holiday... Imma sleep so much i'll be the SLEEPING UGLY. Probably cos my breaths gonna stink, my face is gonna get all puffy, i'll look like i haven't eaten for days(like a hungry vamp, rawrr)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we're still on the topic about Sleeping UGLIES and Sleeping Beauties. I was just wondering for a second. How come Sleeping Beauty didn't grow old after so long?! Well, in Disney's version i think they made it more realistic by changing the fact that when the pretty gal got stabbed in the &lt;s&gt;leg&lt;/s&gt; finger by a needle, she just slept, i dunnoo..., a few days instead of the classical way, a hundered years?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ANYWAYYY!! If she did sleep that long:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. How come she hasn't aged one bit?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2. How can anyone live to more than a hundered years without glorious fooooooooooooood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;passing their mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3. Can lipstick on her lips actually last that long?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4. I think the dress she's wearing is supposed to get eaton off by bugs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. If she's been sleeping for THAT long, why hasn't a coroner called on her time of death yet?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. Doesn't her parents think that pretty girls that sleep the whole day shud be smackked and rattled till the poor B*tch wakes up(this is how i get woken up)??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Poor girl. First kiss after a 100 plus years of living/sleeping and you end up being the one with &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;smelly breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*SHRIEKKK!!!*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;muaaahhhhhkkkkkzalakazamalakazu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-3541249218248545550?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3541249218248545550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-so-great-and-im-such-dump-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3541249218248545550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/3541249218248545550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-so-great-and-im-such-dump-why.html' title='if you&apos;re so great and i&apos;m such a dump, why are you here reading my blog?!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061811586599911984.post-1702009574135037798</id><published>2009-03-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:48:14.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this dead end called my brain;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ever post.......in this blog lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I promise to write more instead of "enter"ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. I took a really LONNNGG time to think of my blogs URL -- 46 seconds(yes. long time. *nods knowingly). Dream on dream off is probably the most lame-est thing someone can think of to be his or her blog URL but YA KNOW WHAT?! I am LAME! So, just go climb up a tree, beat your big ol' hairy monkey chest and ACCEPT THIS FACT!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on dream off is what i'm usually facing. I tend to let my imagination go wild, as in...TOO WILD...as in....WILD BOAR*oinkkie oinkks* WILD! So, in order to keep me from daydreaming too much, I have recently(with the help of the professors from SDA University) inserted a device in my head whereby the switch is actually my eyeballs to prevent me from daydreaming too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so when you see me fading away. Just gimme a poke at the eyeballs and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'M YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRSSSS!!!&lt;/span&gt;(continues to sing overrated jason mraz song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This device is quite faulty as it is the first and the ONLY dreaming on/off device ever inserted into a humans brain. In case it malfunctions, be ready to get some ass kicking from the persons who's eye you just jabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as always, my typical sign off message -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo. muaahhhksszzxzxzxzz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061811586599911984-1702009574135037798?l=dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1702009574135037798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-dead-end-called-my-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1702009574135037798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061811586599911984/posts/default/1702009574135037798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-dead-end-called-my-brain.html' title='this dead end called my brain;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
