<?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-9024283740552847662</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:45:22.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ღ♥ღ AnGeLFaLlS †♂™</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-5651638401257384214</id><published>2008-04-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:59:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SADMsGGlMiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7uWXhWf07js/s1600-h/sony+pictures+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188371828655338018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SADMsGGlMiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7uWXhWf07js/s320/sony+pictures+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, i would put an end to this blog which i've started about 1 year ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too much secrets have been exposed out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To people, whom have always been reading, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thankyou so much for your support . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WITH &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/9024283740552847662-5651638401257384214?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5651638401257384214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=5651638401257384214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3621566377793987478</id><published>2008-03-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:00:12.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THISSONGISDEDICATEDTOTHOSEGOSSIPERSOUTTHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3621566377793987478?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3621566377793987478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3621566377793987478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3621566377793987478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3621566377793987478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-song-is-dedicated-to-those.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8446060058982020290</id><published>2008-03-16T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:58:50.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if I step on the scene&lt;br /&gt;Or sneak away to the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Miss bad media karma&lt;br /&gt;Another day another drama&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can’t see the harm&lt;br /&gt;In working and being a mama&lt;br /&gt;And with a kid on my arm&lt;br /&gt;I’m still an exceptional earner&lt;br /&gt;you want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! This just in'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’&lt;br /&gt;Tryin’ and pissin’ me off&lt;br /&gt;Well get in line with the paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;Who’s flippin’ me off&lt;br /&gt;Hopin’ I’ll resort to some havoc&lt;br /&gt;End up settlin’ in court&lt;br /&gt;Now are you sure you want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on the TV for strippin' on the streets’&lt;br /&gt;When getting the groceries, no, for real..&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there's panic in the industry&lt;br /&gt;I mean, please, do you want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'&lt;br /&gt;(you want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! this just in'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if I step on the scene&lt;br /&gt;Or sneak away to the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;They still gon put pictures of my derrière in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece piece of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! this just in'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'Extra! Extra! this just in'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I’m Mrs. 'She’s too big now she’s too thin'&lt;br /&gt;(You want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;You want a piece of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-8446060058982020290?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8446060058982020290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8446060058982020290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8446060058982020290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8446060058982020290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-miss-american-dream-since-i-was-17.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-282848236792057144</id><published>2008-02-25T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:53:12.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R8LHfk_o5II/AAAAAAAAAF8/BMIQjae1E5g/s1600-h/sony+pictures+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170914667495220354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R8LHfk_o5II/AAAAAAAAAF8/BMIQjae1E5g/s320/sony+pictures+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sony T2 Cyber-Shot. Elegant White.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a guess now, Is Miss Evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;on The Left or on The Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Captivates me *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-282848236792057144?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/282848236792057144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=282848236792057144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/282848236792057144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/282848236792057144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/sony-t2-cyber-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R8LHfk_o5II/AAAAAAAAAF8/BMIQjae1E5g/s72-c/sony+pictures+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6347054657625558364</id><published>2008-02-20T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:24:50.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;MATHEMATICS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Textbook 7 ( long) Questions [ Topic : Graphical Solutions ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Mathematics 2 pages of Worksheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[Topic : Graphical Solutions]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- 2 'Yue Du Bu Tie'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Writing on Newspaper Articles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;and short stories by famous authors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Memorising of 150 Cheng Yu and 50 Yan Yu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- 2 Ex of 'Qiang Hua' practise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[By Fri ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- 2 Comprehension Ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Physics New Chap. (revise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Chemistry - Practice on Chemical Calculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;/ Complete Ten Year Series. [by Fri ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;HUMANITIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Geography (revise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the BELOVED homeworks that i've got for this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or, should i said that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;these homeworks were given by today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Now, you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm no better than the dead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6347054657625558364?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6347054657625558364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6347054657625558364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6347054657625558364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6347054657625558364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/mathematics-textbook-7-long-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-7318315326998455011</id><published>2008-02-16T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:54:28.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R7dWCE_o5HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w0GqxDhzjJs/s1600-h/1_921016675l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167693691131323506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R7dWCE_o5HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w0GqxDhzjJs/s320/1_921016675l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Left- Miss Ying ( Jie Ying ) , Right - Miss Evil :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Picture taken 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FAIZZZZ, JIE YING AND WAN YI :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Has anyone celebrated Valentine? I'm sure some of your'll do XD I'm so glad that someone actually gave me roses and a box of chocolates this valentine. HAHA! Thankyou so much Jia Hao! I really appreciate it very much. BUT, i still prefer the 'ORIGINAL' one.. That is HIM XD Nothing compares to him :P Anyone who knows Jia Hao&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[WARNING: please do not tell him]&lt;/span&gt; Thankyou :) HAHA!! I Just dont wanna upset him , you know.. yeah. I'm really very sorry. Well, Anyway i really had so much fun today in Cineleisure k-box with my good friends. THEY ROCK! :) My voice really went hoarse due to the 'over singing' HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right here, I wanna take this opportunity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;to thank this special person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;That is, JIE YING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thankyou so much, for buying such an expensive dress for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i really like it alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thankyou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUACKS&lt;/span&gt; - a big kiss for you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVES!&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/9024283740552847662-7318315326998455011?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7318315326998455011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=7318315326998455011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/7318315326998455011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/7318315326998455011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/left-miss-ying-jie-ying-right-miss-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R7dWCE_o5HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/w0GqxDhzjJs/s72-c/1_921016675l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6953328828246436391</id><published>2008-02-08T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:05:43.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hereby, i wish everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, back to yesterday. That was the very first day of the chinese new year, it was a tiring day for me. I was out the whole night and i was back home at about 6 am+ in the morning. I am DEAD BEAT. My cousins said that they wanna watch a movie at 3am. Hopefully will be "The Missed Call" but unfortunately all the cinema theatres were 'down' at about 1am- 2am. So, we thought of going to the town and give it a try. However, we didnt know where can we find the Night Rider in Woodlands and besides that, taking a cab in the middle of the night[ plus public holiday charges?] it's really costy. So We were like, walking along the street till 4am just to find the Night Rider :p Yeah, i know its kinda stupid. HAHAH! but that was only part of the reasons. We met a man who is in wheelchair bound at Causeway Point[Cathay] at about 2am plus that night. I guess, he doesnt have the strength to wheel himself back home, so he wanted us to sent him back. My cousins felt that, the way he speaked was really rude but i thought nothing of it at all. I just felt that he was sort of 'naggy' because he was asking alot of questions[where are we going, what movie are we watching etc.] and sort of like giving too much of he's own opinions. Despite of us, hearing him repeating them again and again all along the way as we sent him back to he's house. My cousins were like, you know " aiyoh!!!! soo damn troublesome... if only we knew that...... blah.." LOL! yeah, so that was the other reason why we were walking, the whole night. Eventually, my cousins came to a conclusion and they decided to spent the night by playing poker cards in one of my cousin's house[which is nearby Causeway. ] I was like.... GREAT. You're wasting my time all these while, walking along the street.. up and down? Yeah.. &amp;amp; now you wanna play poker? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COUNT ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt; Thankyou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, i went to my cousin's house and take a nap while my brother and the remainding cousins continue their game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As i've said earlier, I went back home at about 6 am plus ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;after 'exercising' for almost half a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;THAT WAS THE WORST HANGOUT EVER!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6953328828246436391?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6953328828246436391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6953328828246436391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6953328828246436391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6953328828246436391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-people-d-hereby-i-wish-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3546041479564117809</id><published>2008-01-25T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:08:39.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5ndkX-9M8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wfwycy4iT4w/s1600-h/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvW2-FJh9mRc_WqodkIUjwrjf4848RHsGNYn5jhItzZflJaY4C_nVjlzkfwwac1yy9NDKnvP-FafHx6O1WgymhMZp8kC4hdl0RBSIHqpSTo6xQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159398465112716226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5ndkX-9M8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wfwycy4iT4w/s320/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvW2-FJh9mRc_WqodkIUjwrjf4848RHsGNYn5jhItzZflJaY4C_nVjlzkfwwac1yy9NDKnvP-FafHx6O1WgymhMZp8kC4hdl0RBSIHqpSTo6xQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SOARING BEYOND THE HORIZON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, nevermind about the post about him. I guess, sometimes i am just too crazy over him. life has been taxing all this while and i felt that i couldnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really slow down and take a breathe. I AM SUFFOCATING SOON. sigh.. I've got lots and lots of homeworks await for me. I have to complete them or else i would have to face my principal. You know, that Mrs Kok? 0ur 'BELOVED' mother. Sigh.. Aren't i pathetic? Just about 2 weeks ago, i didnt brought my Social Studies Textbook [ because of some complicating reasons out there] and i got to be sent to Mrs Kok. JUST LIKE THAT! you know.. just didn't bring ONE pathetic book and i got to be sent out. sigh.. what the fuck is this man.. The school has been getting STRICTER than ever. But, who can we blame? you? me? Mrs Kok? The Fact is that we got NO choice. Its obviously that the disciplinary job has to be strictly done. With o-level as the ONLY subject topic for the year that the principal would mention whenever she got the chance to do so. O-Level only makes my brain goes haywire~ I am Damn Exhausted. Sometimes, i wonder if i would be able to wake up again the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Looking at my Dear Friend, I guess she would be feeling more stress up than I do. Needless to say why... Boyfriend is the word to describe it :) Sometimes, i do feel that we're or perhaps me.. I am just living in the world of 'me'. Every single day, all i do is to stare at the computer screen with words and sounds of reminders that reminds me of him. Everyday, i am expose to all these things around me. It enclosed up my thinking.. where i can only see that tiny little part of mine life thats filled with him. Once, i thought that my life was just ' you and i ' and thats it.. That's Me -Thats my life ; A Fullstop. But, it's not right. It's just not right. When I finally realise that.. Life is something more than just about 'you and i'. Its about 'US and THEM', people who are living in this world. There are people out there waiting for you, me, us, everyone to lend them a helping hand. They need us. The whole world is not just about 'you and i' . For all these years, i have been limiting myself, my thinking. When, the whole world out there is changing every single day ; i am still right here, facing at my computer screen everyday, recalling the memories i had in the past. I am still in square 1 and i showed no improvement at all. While, to the world all these things no longer exist anymore. I am just living in my world of memories. I guess, we all should look further and not just things that's infront of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soaring Beyond The Horizon.&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/9024283740552847662-3546041479564117809?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3546041479564117809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3546041479564117809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3546041479564117809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3546041479564117809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/soaring-beyond-horizon.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5ndkX-9M8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wfwycy4iT4w/s72-c/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvW2-FJh9mRc_WqodkIUjwrjf4848RHsGNYn5jhItzZflJaY4C_nVjlzkfwwac1yy9NDKnvP-FafHx6O1WgymhMZp8kC4hdl0RBSIHqpSTo6xQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8295267877157763488</id><published>2008-01-20T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:18:24.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5Nhz4gfQHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nLDlhVO7nBM/s1600-h/iloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157573542239223922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5Nhz4gfQHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nLDlhVO7nBM/s320/iloveyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felicia LOVES Lewis :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;3veryone LOVED him. I thought I would too. Forever. But I couldn't have been more wrong. What started out as an innocent puppy-dog love in my adolescent years turned into two years of unshakable, abuse-laden torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;我怀念的是无话不说　我怀念的是一起做梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;我怀念的是争吵以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;後　还是想要爱你的冲动 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我该相信你很爱我　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不愿意敷衍我　 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;还是明白你已不想挽回什麼 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想问为什麼　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我不再是你的快乐　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可是为什麼　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;却苦笑说我都懂了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;自尊常常将人拖著把爱都走曲折　 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;假装了解是怕　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;真相太赤裸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;狼狈比失去难受... &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/9024283740552847662-8295267877157763488?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8295267877157763488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8295267877157763488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8295267877157763488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8295267877157763488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5Nhz4gfQHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nLDlhVO7nBM/s72-c/iloveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-5867587279981900057</id><published>2008-01-18T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:41:04.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5DISogfQGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wZcb2HzPXRg/s1600-h/planes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156841795776102498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5DISogfQGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wZcb2HzPXRg/s320/planes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELCOME ABOARD :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've done some research on the SIA[Singapore Airlines] Air/Flight Steward/Stewardess requirements just now&amp;amp; its quite disappointing that i couldn't be one because i didnt manage to fulfill the height requirement. I know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOT TO JUMP MORE &lt;/span&gt;XD HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, people who are interested in joining Singapore Airlines[ as in becoming an Air Steward/Stewardess] ; may take a look at what i have written below :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Minimum Height Requirement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Female: 1.58 meters , Male : 1.65 meters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* Degree/ Diploma OR* At least 2 GCE ‘A’-level credits and 2 ‘O’-level credits including General Paper in the GCE ‘A’-level examination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OR* At least 5 GCE ‘O’-level credits including English and working experience*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Malaysian qualifications at SPM level, at least 5 credits including a minimum grade of B4 in English and working experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* Completed, are exempted from, or are not liable for National Service. Those in the process of completing NS may also apply.Preference will be given to candidates who are able to speak foreign languages or are experienced in customer service. Interested applicants graduating by mid 2008 may also apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SINGAPORE AIRLINES [Some of the Rules and Regulations]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Hair must be black or dark brown. No highlights allowed. Long hair must be coiffed neatly into a bun. Short hair should be above the collar line. Fringe should not touch the eyebrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-No fanciful, dangling earrings allowed. Only studs or pearls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-No chains and necklaces allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-A spare kebaya must be brought for every flight, even short one-hour flights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Safety shoes, or covered sandals must be worn during takeoff and landing. At other times, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;should wear the batik slippers. Toenails must be of the bright red color prescribed by the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-If her toenails are not paited, stockings must be worn to subsitute for the non red toenails.- Eyebrows must be shaped, and cannot be the fake drawn-on or tattooed types.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Eye shadow must be of the color prescribed by the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;either blue or brown, depending on skin tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Lipstick color must be among the few shades of bright red prescribed by the company. Pink or plum colors are not allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Nail polish must be of the bright red color prescribed by the company. Nails should not be chipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Only simple bracelets and rings can be worn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Only small and simple watches can be worn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope you have a rough information of what is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thankyou for reading and have a nice day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;` FLY WITH ME. &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/9024283740552847662-5867587279981900057?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5867587279981900057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=5867587279981900057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5867587279981900057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5867587279981900057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-aboard-ive-done-some-research.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R5DISogfQGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wZcb2HzPXRg/s72-c/planes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-2244638137147227739</id><published>2008-01-15T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:30:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday Daddy and Jun Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-2244638137147227739?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2244638137147227739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=2244638137147227739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2244638137147227739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2244638137147227739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-daddy-and-jun-hong.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3779311226110107611</id><published>2008-01-15T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:24:57.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Best Lyrics that represents, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; The 'You' will never be you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3779311226110107611?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3779311226110107611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3779311226110107611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3779311226110107611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3779311226110107611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-lyrics-that-represents-who-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8464752242054452091</id><published>2008-01-13T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:52:12.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because, i knew that nobody could hears me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I knew that everything would come to an end, somehow, someday.. but judging from a long distant future, i've never thought that, it would be today. I guess this time, its true. Its not surprising actually because I feel that it's time for us to end everything too. I dont feel really upset or something. Perhaps it's just alittle bit of disappointment.. i wonder how does he feels like? He should be sleeping soundly right now, feeling really relief that he has 'get rid' of me or, will he___ be feeling really upset and hurtful deep inside? where nobody elses knows? I really have no idea, I dont know how he feels like... I'm tired of guessing. But, since this is what he really wants, i guess.. its within my limit of control.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye; Forever, My dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-8464752242054452091?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8464752242054452091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8464752242054452091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8464752242054452091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8464752242054452091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-cry-i-dont-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3550337859541546651</id><published>2008-01-10T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:45:17.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R4YcOIgfQFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8svbyXYa-TE/s1600-h/heaven-and-hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153837852699607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R4YcOIgfQFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8svbyXYa-TE/s320/heaven-and-hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You Make Me &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FLUNG&lt;/span&gt; this love i had for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; Regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;People take a look at this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(18:45) ❤MISS EVIL:&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear&lt;br /&gt;(18:45) -Gc- aiming 56th:&lt;br /&gt;i am not ur dear...&lt;br /&gt;(18:45) ❤MISS EVIL:&lt;br /&gt;err.. its just a form of saying i guess&lt;br /&gt;(18:45) ❤MISS EVIL:&lt;br /&gt;not really that 'dear'&lt;br /&gt;(18:46) -Gc- aiming 56th:&lt;br /&gt;juz hello will do then&lt;br /&gt;(18:46) ❤MISS EVIL:&lt;br /&gt;.... im sorry.. for the misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont know what's the problem with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fine! I admit that, i still do have some feelings for you, Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i know that you do too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; ever denied it ; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; hide it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because i've always knew that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since right from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You love me more than i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And if right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still couldn't get you off my mind ; do u think u can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if u kept evading the truth ; do u think i would buy that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HEllO People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here i am, just trying to be a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm just trying to say hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOW TELL ME, WHAT'S SOO WRONG ABOUT IT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;why do you have to shoo me off like im trying to 'stick' onto you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And Please.... why would i wanna stick onto you... * rolled eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean, Dont you know me well enough? I've always been behaving in that manner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm 'passionate' to everyone.. well, mostly to all my good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;you know that? dont you? im just trying to be a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What the fuck is so wrong about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IM SORRY OKAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i guess,u've really misunderstood me&lt;/span&gt;] /or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I FORGOT THAT DUMB PEOPLE LIKE YOU JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BETWEEN DEAR and'DEAR'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry guys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;just trying to vent out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm Dead Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Especially right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when im having so much stress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3550337859541546651?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3550337859541546651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3550337859541546651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3550337859541546651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3550337859541546651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-make-me-flung-this-love-i-had-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R4YcOIgfQFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8svbyXYa-TE/s72-c/heaven-and-hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8274513629033990127</id><published>2008-01-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:38:18.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R3_KVogfQDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wGiwOwnI9j4/s1600-h/1_843395495l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152058971734884402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R3_KVogfQDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wGiwOwnI9j4/s320/1_843395495l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELLO! SPOT ME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;- taken on 25th Dec 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Location- Pasir Ris Chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why would it even hurts to think about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I guess, it doesnt hurts that much too either :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The sweet and wonderful memories of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CUT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;okay... i dont know what the fuck am i talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;- 25th Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when we took a walk in the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when you protected me from others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when you spoke up for me infront of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when you comfort me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when you care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when you put your arm over my waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when you looked soo shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when you are not saying anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I miss the way, when we lay on the bed beside each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The dark lighting in the room, which makes everything so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;/span&gt;RELAX, GUYS&lt;/span&gt; : we &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;haven&lt;/span&gt; done anything yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-8274513629033990127?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8274513629033990127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8274513629033990127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8274513629033990127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8274513629033990127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-spot-me-d-taken-on-25th-dec-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R3_KVogfQDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wGiwOwnI9j4/s72-c/1_843395495l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8513747572981879231</id><published>2008-01-02T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T07:58:48.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL  ILLUSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;路灯躲进窗台&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;摇醒我的无奈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这城市只剩下尘埃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;纯粹的是期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;却消失得太快&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;未说出 半句对白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;没有爱的城市&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;漆黑正片天空的精彩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;再多的色彩也调和不出绚丽的未来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;寂寞的爱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在狂欢中苍白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;躲过相互的依赖 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;却学不会释怀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁陪我跳舞 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁又陪我同路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;什么是情感天赋&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;什么是爱的追逐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁陪我去哭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁又陪我麻木&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;爱已穷途末路我却顽固&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;尽力维护&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁来陪我认输&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁又陪我迷路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;走完路途 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;输了全部&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;却还说不出 爱的满足 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-8513747572981879231?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8513747572981879231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8513747572981879231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8513747572981879231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8513747572981879231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/beautiful-illusions.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4685919161519828256</id><published>2008-01-01T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:39:22.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R3peLogfQCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jydysU-2Hn8/s1600-h/deartr.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150532677796839458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R3peLogfQCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jydysU-2Hn8/s320/deartr.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the 1st of Jan ; 1st day of the year, which is also my mom's birthday. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!&lt;/span&gt; Sadly, the school starts again. Like what it used to, every year. Here I am, feeling anxious now... I hope this year will be a good year as well as a new start for me. I got to WORK really HARD!! : ) sigh... guys support me please : ) A new year doesnt makes me feel happy at all. It doesnt erase off the memories from the past year. Infact, things've become more complicating than ever. JUST LET ME OFF. You know, i dont give a fuck about it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm Just too tired to write it down.&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/9024283740552847662-4685919161519828256?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4685919161519828256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4685919161519828256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4685919161519828256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4685919161519828256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-1st-of-jan-1st-day-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R3peLogfQCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jydysU-2Hn8/s72-c/deartr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-1208419196121312225</id><published>2007-12-23T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T07:20:50.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R258v4gfQBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ArHtLII8iEE/s1600-h/1060851094_gel_youth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147188586195402770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R258v4gfQBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ArHtLII8iEE/s320/1060851094_gel_youth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's alot of things happened to me recently. Well, i dont know where i should start from actually... I got a call from Mei Fang a few days ago.. and she talked to me on phone, regarding the order form 'mistake' that i made on that day. I was damn angry when i heard what she had told me.. Do u know that after i left Paragon , that customer who ordered the platter for christmas came down to Paragon and requested a change of the date for the date of collection. Which means that, there will be no refinary of money to them which equals to -&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WE HAVE NOT LOST THE DEAL.&lt;/span&gt;Which also meant that, I dont need a transfer out of paragon. Do u know, how angry i was when i heard what she said? I just kept on cursing and swearing until i got so tired of it. These few days, being in GreenRidge SHOP &amp;amp; SAVE makes me &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SUFFERED&lt;/span&gt; soooooooooo much.. And the worst thing is that, i am suffering there without a purpose to it. I've always thought that being transfered to other places its because i had to paid for my mistake. my CARELESSNESS.. but No.. this is so damn wrong.. i have been suffering for nothing all this while. I guess... this is what they called 'fated'. I really felt that, this is some kind of arrangement that's being made by the god. SIGH! but why? its me. God, u made me suffered soo much :( Not to deny that, i gained something too ; through this arrangement. Transfering to GreenRidge, turns me into a much more mature person than what i am. But, as well as turning me into a realistic person which i dont wanna be. I tend to compare Paragon with GreenRidge all the time. The customers over there and the amount of money that they are willing to spent. Its totally different. It makes me feel the importance of having money, the importance of being rich. When you're rich, u can live the lifestyle that u want, you can spent money on whatever that u would like to spent on.. but without money, u cant do anything. Now, what am i trying to say here is that.. I've change. I dont behave in this way in the past. Money used to be not that important to me ; but right now, money does make a difference. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I HATE THAT.&lt;/span&gt; I dont wished to be turned into such person. I just want to be myself ; A Child-like me, which was what i used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Money Doesnt matters ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Money is not the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&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/9024283740552847662-1208419196121312225?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1208419196121312225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=1208419196121312225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1208419196121312225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1208419196121312225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-alot-of-things-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R258v4gfQBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ArHtLII8iEE/s72-c/1060851094_gel_youth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6202816589529190561</id><published>2007-12-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:30:42.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T H E `&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; P A T H E T I C&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sadly after i left Paragon, my agent transfered me to Chua Chu Kang [SunShine Plaza]. If im not wrong, he did mention to me that it was a shopping center. Anyway, i didnt know where its excatly that place is, so i wanted my best friend to lead me the way ; to show me where is it located in. When we arrived there, it was like &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;/strong&gt;! Its not a shopping center. Nevermind.. let's check out the place then. So we went in to the Shop and Save, i dont denied that its actually quite a nice place. There's a bakery, the whole place was quite big. I went to check out the 0rder booth after asking the manager and some of the in-charges over there. The very 1st thing, that i notice, was the catalog ; it was placed on the booth itself. I definately know that it was a very different one compared to the market places and cold storages. But i didnt know that the difference will be that big. When i saw the catalog` &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAK&lt;/span&gt;!' The items on the catalog was damn cheap compared to the market places which cost about a hundred plus plus dollars. The food showed on the display was not even appealing to me at all. I also notice that, the order booth was set up really high, i guess its specially designed to 'stand up' as we're serving the customers. I know if i were to work there i wont be able to get to sit down comfortably like what i used to in Paragon. And also the manager told me before that i need to push up the sale here and its very different from what i always do in Paragon[ just sit down there and wait for the customers] Things here are much more tougher than Paragon. And also i find that the facilities there are worst than Triple 8 here which its the closest convenient stores near my house. Its really very bad. I coulden't stand it any longer so i requested another transfer from my agent. And finally he transfer me to Green Ridge Shopping Center. Well, It's not even a shopping center at all. I didnt know why its called a 'shopping center'. But, I must admit that the facilities there is much much much more better than SunShine Plaza's. However, things are always filled with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMPERFECTION&lt;/span&gt;. The Shop and Save over there, dont even have an order booth for me and i have to go around and promote those christmas feast. Nevermind.. The worst thing is, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY DONT EVEN HAVE A SPARE CATALOG FOR THE CUSTOMERS OVER THERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i tried to ask for extra catalogs from the boss there and do you know what was he's reply ' this is the very last catalog, we dont have it anymore. So do not give it to other customers.' Now tell me, how am i suppose to push up the sales there with only 1 catalog[that's specially for me] i mean how are the others going to order those items without bringing the catalogs home for some discussion of what to buy or something?! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS DEFINATELY WORST THAN SUNSHINE PLAZA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This place is damn pathetic. Without an order booth, without catalogs and the most importantly, without&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROTENTIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; customers. Sharon, my new manager over there told me this ' over Paragon, is we wait for customers but over here is we have to chase the customers ' Indeed, different places requires different attitude towards it. Perhaps, this is a way that god wants to train me in two different places. A 'High'-class and A 'Low'- class places. So that i would become stronger in a different environment. It seems like, i used to be a 'royal animal' that was raised by the rich and now, i was being let out of the cage ; to the wild all of a sudden. I must learnt how to survive in that condition. My poor Agent, Lawerence. He got to listen to all my complaints. But, He is always so apathetic. No matter how i tried to beg him to transfer me back to Paragon. He just wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im sorry, Lawerence :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; i &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6202816589529190561?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6202816589529190561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6202816589529190561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6202816589529190561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6202816589529190561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/12/t-h-e-p-t-h-e-t-i-c-sadly-after-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6644192829897627109</id><published>2007-12-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:36:39.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G.0.O.D.B.Y.E. P.A.R.A.G.O.N.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Paragon brings memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made alittle mistake on the collection date during order taking. Though my manager[ Diana] and i have checked the order form for repeated times and we thought that everything was fine because the earliest date of collection[ which i wrote as 11th] was really close to when it is supposed to be collected[ which is the 12th] It was actually the next day after it. For that, we lost this order because our customer couldent make it for the collection on the other days because by then her party would have already been over. Its a deal or no deal sisuation. When my another manager[Ana] tried to called the supplier to ask if they could deliver the christmas platter earlier so that we could be able to 'revive' this order. But its a NO and its not only that, the supplier scolded Ana badly. Things turned really harsh for me as all the blames were pushed onto me. Diana admitted that it was partly her fault too.. That makes me feel so relieved, you know like ' im not alone too ' But its useless now after all, my boss wants me to transfer out of paragon. Actually i was given 1 more chance but my agent feels that my boss would make alot of trouble for me; he felt that i was being 'bullied' by my boss and my boss do not appreciate my 'best' blah blah blah so he decided to transfer me out. I have already done my best. I swear i can said that. Please do not suspect my ability and passion for this job; this is definately the best job ever. I love it so much. And It is so annoying that i have to leave here :( saddistic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ones that i don't bear to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;` Diana [Manager]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;` Jasmine Zheng [supervisor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;` Mable Tai [supervisor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;` Jasmine Soh [supervisor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;` Wong Mei Fang [my dear friend of course ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;` My cashiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are WONDERFUL and AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6644192829897627109?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6644192829897627109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6644192829897627109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6644192829897627109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6644192829897627109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/12/g.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-2860601832222793016</id><published>2007-12-01T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:21:54.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R1GngoKN_CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k4Ztl9Jwdk4/s1600-R/ring+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139072828784376866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R1GngoKN_CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F0rJ7UsIpCU/s320/ring+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our Ring XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; You know i always d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sharing a wonderful story here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My friends and i were in this particular place which im not familar with at all. We were in a high rise building. The atmosphere there was classy and i felt really comfortable being there :) It feels great. The 'lobby' was beautiful and neatly decorated with bright[white] unique lighting and shiny white flooring. The black sofa was placed at the center of the room where it's oppsite was a huge and 'long' glass window ; if u were to sit from the sofa and get a view of the secenery outside the window u would probably just get to see the clouds and some of the other highrise buildings. its looks peaceful isnt it? An enormous piece of modern artwork that 'nailed' 4 coners was placed on the wall from a distance away from the black sofa. After walking for a long day, we decided to take a rest. So we headed to that lobby. The whole room was dead empty, no people, no sound- nothing. It just feels really cooling because of the air-conditonal. My friends were 'damn tired' so they took their seats on the sofa. while Im walking around the room as i was talking to my boyfriend on the phone.. As usual, I cared for him and spoke to him in a loving manner. He was really sweet too. It feels that as if we were back to the past.. As, i walked to the huge glass window[ still on the phone with him ] and take a look at the secenery outside the window. I was shocked that i actually saw this bluish-green ocean when i looked down the window.. i never knew that there was an ocean out there.. Where all of the sudden, as i 'combed' acrossed the window, It was like' hey! im in Sydney!' aww, how could that be?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i said this to my boyfriend " dear dear, dear dear "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Boyfriend "hmm?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me " you know what i saw? "&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My boyfriend - breathe in deeply trying to say something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me " I saw this deep blue o..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;RING RING!! [ Sheng Jie's phonecall ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i woke up from this beautiful dream of mine.. Missing him terribly much and it hurts like hell.. i thought i would almost killed myself from this 'painful misses'. As you can see, its just a line of difference between dreams and reality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reality often kills; Its cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-2860601832222793016?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2860601832222793016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=2860601832222793016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-737291151426808248</id><published>2007-11-28T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:52:56.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R0228gd5cKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4UlS0FrqB0U/s1600-h/478701815_bf27da989e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137963900523344034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R0228gd5cKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4UlS0FrqB0U/s320/478701815_bf27da989e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;庭院中你栽种的法国梧桐 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;迎着风弥漫着你离开的苦衷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;公园里那吉普赛的儿童 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;给我个神秘笑容 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;一股莫名的感动 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;命运相同 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;墙上依旧悬挂那幅候鸟越冬 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;这房间我看不出什么被移动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;白色的羽毛飘动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;尘封的过去解冻 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;不再去重温旧梦 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;是我的一贯作风 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;白色的羽毛被风吹动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;静静的飘落人群之中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;我目送你的珍重 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;表情里没有笑容 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;白色的羽毛飘动 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;轻轻的飘向天空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;留不住你的时空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;我选择就此放松 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;羽毛在我的手中 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;那伤心没有想像的重 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;我始终不够冲动 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;对于梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-737291151426808248?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/737291151426808248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=737291151426808248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/737291151426808248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/737291151426808248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R0228gd5cKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4UlS0FrqB0U/s72-c/478701815_bf27da989e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6323533000840924933</id><published>2007-11-28T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:34:34.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R015Q6tjApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9g7XCJIPREo/s1600-h/479768591_08ebaed2e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137896081444766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R015Q6tjApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9g7XCJIPREo/s320/479768591_08ebaed2e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the msn offline message that he typed to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a few days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:28:&lt;br /&gt;wei&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:28:&lt;br /&gt;tell u sumting&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:28:&lt;br /&gt;ya noe&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:28:&lt;br /&gt;no matter wad&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:28:&lt;br /&gt;u wil b de 1 i lurve da mos&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:29:&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:29:&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:29:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:29:&lt;br /&gt;don feel lyke on9 anymor&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_ЃïР_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌ sent 24/11/2007 12:29:&lt;br /&gt;taaa&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_☭_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌε sent 24/11/2007 16:15:&lt;br /&gt;be happie to flirt =)&lt;br /&gt;ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ✖ †_☭_† ☠ _____ ♂【Ƌε sent 24/11/2007 16:16:&lt;br /&gt;i mean on flirtin =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Evil's reply : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love you dearly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want to hug u till u suffocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want to kiss u like there's no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wish i can.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss u lots.. i know u do too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because that was what you told me yesterday . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And i wanna Thank you for the kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As what you said " we are not meant to be&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE IS A BULLET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It captivates you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rips through you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tears you apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Takes control of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seizes you in the moment;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And none are spared from it.&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/9024283740552847662-6323533000840924933?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6323533000840924933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6323533000840924933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6323533000840924933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6323533000840924933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-msn-offline-message-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R015Q6tjApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9g7XCJIPREo/s72-c/479768591_08ebaed2e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4518956185030770491</id><published>2007-11-19T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:47:28.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R0HQeZ-493I/AAAAAAAAAEA/f3CUu_V4FKQ/s1600-h/background7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134614270968395634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R0HQeZ-493I/AAAAAAAAAEA/f3CUu_V4FKQ/s320/background7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today, is the very 1st day that i have started working in the cold storage as a promoter/order takers. It wasnt that hard as i thought. My friend and i were just slacking the whole day because there wasnt any orders yet since its still way too early for a christmas feast. Well, i know we're going to be very very busy soon when it reaches dec. Sigh... Anyway, after work i went shopping with KaiSer and he bought a jacket[ i chose it for him ] which costs him for about $172 . i know i know that was like WOW... its expensive alright... but its once in a blue moon' LOL!! so its OkAy? XP... but because of some personal reasons we were like : ( but im glad that, at least he had finally found something that he really loves. That's great isnt it? I have always thought that im the only one who had lots of problem in life or should i say that.. im selfish? i have ignored everyone around me or perhaps, i just dont seems to notice people around me who were having lots of problems just like me too.. Or perhaps, perhaps, they even suffered more than what i do... For Instance, KaiSer. When he told me about he's problems, what he had faced in life and how he got rejected from this society ; i was like totally shocked.. 1stly because, he used to keep everything to himself and i didnt know that was how much he had went through in life... when i try standing in he's shoes, feeling what he has been through;[ i think i can feel him] i could felt a sharp pain in my heart... it just hurt so much that i cried infront of him... he is such a great person and he dont deserve to be treated in this way.. sigh, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KAISER!! JIA YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I MISS MY EXBOYFRIEND SO MUCH : ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel like going back to him so much right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because i feel that no one can really compares to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To me, he is just so so adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; everything is just so so perfect about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My Sweetest Addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but that was&lt;strong&gt; IF ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; he did not lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; he did not done something so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST IF ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how perfect can he be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My MR. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i'm ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; E.V.I.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-4518956185030770491?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4518956185030770491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4518956185030770491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4518956185030770491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4518956185030770491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-is-very-1st-day-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/R0HQeZ-493I/AAAAAAAAAEA/f3CUu_V4FKQ/s72-c/background7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-2247676961860210836</id><published>2007-11-15T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:24:38.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RzyqnZ-492I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OBSASTzXZGU/s1600-h/1022special2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133165269261809506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RzyqnZ-492I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OBSASTzXZGU/s320/1022special2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm glad that KaiSer, u are here with me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thankyou for being there for me. AND ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU MAKE ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOT SOO WORRY ABOUT YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when u suddenly falls asleep without replying my msg : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;D o n 't e v e r e v e r d o t h a t a g a i n o k a y.&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/9024283740552847662-2247676961860210836?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2247676961860210836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=2247676961860210836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2247676961860210836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2247676961860210836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-glad-that-kaiser-u-are-here-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RzyqnZ-492I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OBSASTzXZGU/s72-c/1022special2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4111687520585311408</id><published>2007-11-15T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:11:53.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just came back home after attending my Great Grandmother's[ this is what u taught me KaiSer ] funeral; yes, she had pass away, with the age of 102 years old. Isnt it a long life? No one really cries as i was there.. i guess everyone feels that' u know, its more than enough for a person who is able to live for such a long life. Its just no more regrets as the age is satisfying to everyone; what more can we expect?' Sigh... Anyway, back home having a short chat with my boyfriend[ okay its ald the past ] exboyfriend? LOL!  i just found out that he's attitude has really becoming worst each day, it just SUX to the core.. i thought we would be able to be friends but do u know what he said? " For ur infor, i will nv be friends with my ex " its like WHAT THE HELL! i can see that he had changed alot right now, compared to the past- or perhaps, its just that he had never show that attitude towards me before. Alright, i can see there's a STRANGER in my life. I don't feel that i once regonise him at all/ Sometimes, i wished that i have never knew him right from the start. Now, that i have looked back its like Oh, My God! it's hard to believe that i was once soo obsess and infatuated with hypocrites and atrocious people like him. DUH...  Dickson Chao ; if next time u were to have a new girlfriend please do tell her that u DID have sex with other girls before and that u have cheated her feelings, besides that u had lied to me saying that u were so so innocent out there, ur attitude is so so bad that u would push all the blames to me whenever we were quarreling and i will always get scolded by you even though im NOT in the wrong. Though u have ald changed that part of it but u are still a guy that i abhor. PLEASE PLEASE, DO TELL HER THIS. This is the point where she will make a choice between u or the other guys but I doubt if she would accepts u. Unless there's a stamp 'pasted' on her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-4111687520585311408?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4111687520585311408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4111687520585311408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4111687520585311408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4111687520585311408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-came-back-home-after-attending.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4358903238395608420</id><published>2007-11-13T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:45:38.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have this bookmark that i would like to share with everyone out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is to look at a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BLANK&lt;/span&gt; page, and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CREATE&lt;/span&gt; a poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STARE&lt;/span&gt; into the eyes of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEAR&lt;/span&gt;, and come out &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRONGER&lt;/span&gt; because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is to walk into a room of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;STRANGERS&lt;/span&gt;, and come out with &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ADMIT&lt;/span&gt; you are wrong, when you are &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GET BACK UP&lt;/span&gt;, when u &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FALL &lt;/span&gt;down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;, when everything seems &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability- a simple word, with a complex meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For many, ability is never found, but for all ability is within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability stares everyone in the face at one time or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether your ability is how well you shoot hoops, how well you flip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at dancing, how smart you are at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For some ability is lost by never trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether never trying to shoot one more time, never trying to bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a little more, or never trying to score higher in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ability is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-4358903238395608420?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4358903238395608420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4358903238395608420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4358903238395608420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4358903238395608420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-this-bookmark-that-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-9209482193444315662</id><published>2007-10-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:45:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RyYZpa4FXmI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xd0I3HyYruo/s1600-h/minutestomidnight_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126813425187774050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RyYZpa4FXmI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xd0I3HyYruo/s320/minutestomidnight_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do any one of you have an ambition? I have asked alot of my friends and they often gave me these replies " i don't know what i wanna be when i grow up" or " i haven think about it, prehaps i will take one step at a time" Well, i was like..... HAHA! speechless. One of my ambition is to be a spy/killer, like thoes spies/killers which i watch in the movies; they are sooo cool and mysterious. Well, Actually they have a very deep personalities which not everyone could understands it. i felt that they are really special in their own ways. i wanna be like them too, when im grown up. I love the mysterious feelings of it. Of cause, this occupation involves killing. Have you ever wonder why killer exist? some killers kills because of lust, it fills the emptiness in them. Killing satisfy them in everyways. Others kills for justice, while some kills because of their personal problems and stuffs. To others perhaps, they are been forced to do so or perhaps, its just part their jobs, they can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Murdering can comes in an artform. You must be wondering why i said so. Well, chilled alright. I am seriously not someone who is prevert or has mentally disorder its just that i felt that its an artform. Look at this ; its from JJ lin's [ 杀手]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;绝对的完美一双手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;不流汗也不发抖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;交叉在微笑的背后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;暗藏危险的轮廓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;在你最放松的时候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;绝不带着任何感情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;就下手从来不回头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;开始的感觉 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;不会痛 不会痛 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;放大的瞳孔 就像作梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;幸福的错觉 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;很温暖 很包容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;也许还期待&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;这是致命的冲动 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;你不懂 我不懂 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;究竟杀手为什么存在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;因为爱 还是未知的未来 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;心情放松摇摆 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;在你三百米之外&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;数着心跳等待 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;所有念头全抛开 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;锁进来 进来 这美丽的悲哀 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;这是爱 就是爱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;全世界都不明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;心情放松摇摆 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;在你三百米之外 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;感觉饥饿难耐 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;需要你填满空白 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Itsn't it desribe it like an artfrom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;where all the emotions just swirling in u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As u pictures all the above lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The words brings something more than just meaning in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sort of like an artistic version of killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, shouldent scare anyone out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im not going to be a killer in the future but a doctor :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Truly, if there is evil in this world, it lies within the heart of mankind. - Edward D. Morrison&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/9024283740552847662-9209482193444315662?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9209482193444315662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=9209482193444315662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/9209482193444315662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/9209482193444315662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-any-one-of-you-have-ambition-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RyYZpa4FXmI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xd0I3HyYruo/s72-c/minutestomidnight_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8191599071133523142</id><published>2007-10-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:46:08.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RyIJ7K4FXlI/AAAAAAAAADk/T5g-ucQHd0k/s1600-h/LondonTaxi_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125670238037565010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RyIJ7K4FXlI/AAAAAAAAADk/T5g-ucQHd0k/s320/LondonTaxi_1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;为你弹奏萧邦的夜曲,纪念我死去的爱情;跟夜风一样的声音,心碎的很好听. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;seeing the above phrase, dont u find it familiar? Yes, its from Jay Chou [ 夜曲 ]. i enjoy listening to this song whenever im taking a ride on someone's car in the night. u will find me looking out at the scenary from the window of the car. It feels really relaxing and i will start to let my mind wander off. I guess its a carefree feeling, where i see the stars above and reminds me of my love one. However, its has been quite awhile since i listened to this song. When i started to play yue qu again last night; i dont deny, the carefree feeling is still there. i wish to look at the stars once again. At the same time, feeling alittle upset, i guess i have really lost him. Some words in this sentence above really sounds like a "highlight" to me" 纪念我死去的爱情" and" 心碎的很好听" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yeah its true, xin cui de sheng ying zhen de hen hao ting ; 0ur love has dead long ago. it really makes me feel that its pointless holding on together. You can feel, how broken i am &amp;amp; it's not that it matters anymore. Alex, my dear friend: do u still remember what u have promise me? You said, you will take me out for a ride on ur motorcycle at night and we will ride really fast on the road. you said, there will be stars in the dark sky and we will ride all the way to the beach. I can feel the rush of freedom in the air and the strong wind blowing against us as we ride. i guess this is what i really need right now, to break away from all my sorrows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ALEX, won't u take me for a ride?&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/9024283740552847662-8191599071133523142?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8191599071133523142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8191599071133523142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8191599071133523142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8191599071133523142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RyIJ7K4FXlI/AAAAAAAAADk/T5g-ucQHd0k/s72-c/LondonTaxi_1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-910211413707615223</id><published>2007-10-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:54:14.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rx-gdOceTkI/AAAAAAAAADc/iZl1tO2p370/s1600-h/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124991324925087298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rx-gdOceTkI/AAAAAAAAADc/iZl1tO2p370/s320/DSCN0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See this picture above? [ im the girl besides the birthday boy]&lt;br /&gt;' its 1 of the most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smiles i have' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Although, its over i still wanna say &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY QI MING!&lt;/span&gt; may all your dreams and wishes comes true. XD Well, i shall write a tesi to you later. we had a celebration at he's dad's restaurant on Mon - i never knew that; that restaurant belongs to he's dad neither do the workers around there knew that Qi ming is the employer's son. i still doubt if he means it, i got soo shocked when i heard him said that.. Anyway, i had this feeling that Qi Ming was not really feeling happy at all. Perhaps its due to the girl he had a crush on, had not appear on that day's celebration. Plus, he had a fever and wasnt feeling really well then. Poor Him... sigh... i have been rotting at home ever since after that celebration. ITS SOOO DAMN BORING! i wonder why my mom likes to "keep" me at home.. Im not doing anything at all. Seriously, im not contributing to the house, im not helping out on any of the chores. I dont know why she likes to "lock" me up in the house. I really got nothing to do at all, wouldent it have been much better if i hang out with my friends? at least i get to walk around you know.. sigh.. she would just put up a face, whenever im going out. I know what she meant. " going out to waste money again and the bus fare++++ " mothers are always behaving in this manner :( what else can we said abt it? The good thing is, tml im going for a job interview. [Therefore, i wont rot at home] I hope i will succeed, so good luck to me alrite? wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lastly, to my' boyfriend'; all CLHS [ penang] students/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Singapore candidates taking o's/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whoever's taking exam papers tml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIA YOU and GOOD LUCK FOR TML'S PAPER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE BEST ALRIGHT! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To candidates hu are taking o'lvl's papers, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: DO NOT BE NERVOUS &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/9024283740552847662-910211413707615223?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/910211413707615223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=910211413707615223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/910211413707615223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/910211413707615223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/10/see-this-picture-above-im-girl-besides.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rx-gdOceTkI/AAAAAAAAADc/iZl1tO2p370/s72-c/DSCN0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8051462642026159930</id><published>2007-10-20T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:47:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RxpZteceTjI/AAAAAAAAADU/qTaw9d9L8_A/s1600-h/lol.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123506163888836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RxpZteceTjI/AAAAAAAAADU/qTaw9d9L8_A/s320/lol.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe that god really exist which i dont use to, in the past. Yesterday, i seeked help from the god and eventually everything becomes much more clearer to me now, after i called him and we chat for awhile. Just like wad Zi Fang jie jie said that god dont always appear to u like fairytales u noe, where there's a white light shimmered and"ting!" god appear! perhaps in real life, god will use something which is a, more realistic way to help u solve ur problems. Something will happen in the point of time to make u realise when/where u should turn ur direction to.. i guess, deep in my heart i really know what i should do or perhaps its an advice/ans from god. Letting go of what i cant change its indeed a better choice. i noe that im dragging all this while, hes tired and im tired too. I tried questioning my heart yesterday and i realise [&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; yuan lai wo hai shi hao xi huan ta&lt;/span&gt; ] i don't know if i can really let go without any regrets. i believe everyone would carry some unwillingness and regrets in leaving a relationship ; afterall, the memories do really counts. Still deciding in process : u can see me really don't want it to end :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally wanna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK&lt;/span&gt; all my friends who guide me, gave me support, care and lots.. through this suffering days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tiffany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hui Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Lui Ying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sing Ning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mei Fang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jie Ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wan Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jia Hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Zac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jun Hong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ i can said that i'm feeling much better now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; for being there friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;be forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, Thanks Hui Min for the above picture :)&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/9024283740552847662-8051462642026159930?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8051462642026159930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8051462642026159930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8051462642026159930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8051462642026159930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-believe-that-god-really-exist-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RxpZteceTjI/AAAAAAAAADU/qTaw9d9L8_A/s72-c/lol.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-9054773019603501793</id><published>2007-10-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:33:26.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear dairy, why do i feel so terrible? its such a torture to me where everday i have to face these feelings of mine over and over again. Sometimes i really thought that im going mad soon, its like 1 min im alright and 1 min i am not. i seriously couldent stand this any longer, im really afraid that i would hurt myself 1 day... i wish to see a physio, i hope it helps me. I AM SERIOUSLY VERY DEPRESS RIGHT NOW. i have troubles in falling a sleep almost everyday i can't sleep at all. Besides that, after falling asleep i would have nightmares [ they are all violent dreams ] and i dont feel like eatting dinner too. God, will u help me? will u protect me? will u take my hand and walk this painful journey with me? &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TELL ME,  THAT IM NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt; ; why am i dropping tears right now? when i type this? i dont want to cry at all bcoz i know crying couldent solve anyting and tears just flows when i mention god.. i dont want people to see me as im weak neither do i want myself to feel weak too.. god, do u hear me? i need u badly rite now. will u guide me? i dont wish to tell my problems to anyone elses bcoz i noe all they can do is " dont tink too much" wad can they do afterall? i hate feeling sad and it really feels terrible god, can u feel it? wad should i do now? what excatly should i do now? i want to break up but i cant , i want a revenge but i dont tink i can do so,  i want to forgive and i couldent too! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;IM STUCK&lt;/span&gt;! i dont wish to put up with he's attitude anymore... wadever it is, i just feel so helpless i cant do anyting at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like dying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when i noe i cant stand myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- i would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-9054773019603501793?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9054773019603501793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=9054773019603501793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/9054773019603501793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/9054773019603501793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-dairy-why-do-i-feel-so-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-2690341836764210266</id><published>2007-10-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:08:52.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey there.. i have been feeling really sad lately.. aww.. sigh, someting really terrible had happened to me 1 week ago... i swear it will always remain in my heart forever, theres a deep wound rite there. well, nothing could really erase those bad memories.. that incident would always haunt me wherever i am, whenever i am.. all thx to that Dickson Chao Tat Hwa.. that ugly basturd. well, im miss nice okay.. i didnt really wanna say all thoes nasty things, but he is really fucking sux to core alrite. he plays timer, he have sex with others behind me and cheated others feelings too.. i wonder how inhuman can he be.. FUCK! now i have been tinking abt it, i really felt disgrace being with him.. omg! how fucking disgusting can my boyfriend be? i must have been the world's GREATEST fool to believe in him.. and of coz i HATE him to core alrite.. u can never imagine how hurt i am rite now... it feels as if my whole body fills with wound and each wound is bleeding non-stop.. but i can say, im feeling numb rite now.. IM MISS EVIL rite now. IT'S JUST HURT S00 MUCH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I NEED A NEW LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-2690341836764210266?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2690341836764210266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=2690341836764210266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2690341836764210266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2690341836764210266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-7198017725574583178</id><published>2007-10-08T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:13:14.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6wU8h4nDx0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6wU8h4nDx0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-7198017725574583178?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7198017725574583178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=7198017725574583178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/7198017725574583178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/7198017725574583178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-725045923835779603</id><published>2007-09-26T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:42:32.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i blog, actually it was mummy hu told me to do that and she said that blogging can make me feel better.. i hope so.. since i have been feeling so upset and stress up.. n lvls are around the coner leaving a few more days to go. im glad that i have finish preparing my geo. However im also worry about my combine sciences and Art as they are my main subject for scoring my N's... i haven prepare them at all.. so, ya... kinda worry u see.. STRESS... i guess thats when u cant finish wad u have to do and u get totally fuck up and thats when u get stress? HAHA! well, anyway... im upset abt my boyfriend? ya... i tink its abt sum silly matters? well, i mean i tink others may felt that im being over sensitive or i have tink too much... i got no idea wats goin on with me, i just felt that he dont really love me alot.. its like he always tok to me in a very boring mood and that totally ruins my mood.. its like ARGH! dont feel like toking to him anymore.. perhaps he tok in this way is bcoz he's sick .. i will try to understand but everytime, when we were going to hang up i mean phone ya.. and i will oways be the one hu said i love u lots muacks and so on.. he was always like.. waiting for me to said 1st? i donno i just felt that he noe i am waiting for this but he just keep quiet... i get very tired when i have to ask him for this.. mayb i shouldent really said anyting.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-725045923835779603?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/725045923835779603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=725045923835779603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/725045923835779603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/725045923835779603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-5097319721246912089</id><published>2007-08-21T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:42:58.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rsr3t6onR3I/AAAAAAAAADM/gT3m0pmnG00/s1600-h/imissyoumorethanwordscansay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101161896156284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rsr3t6onR3I/AAAAAAAAADM/gT3m0pmnG00/s320/imissyoumorethanwordscansay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hey guys, im back aft weeks of studying and preparing for the exam.. finally, today im done with the last paper.. felt so relief.. as well as tired.. its gets really bored when i know that i have to go to school tml with normal lessons going on, intensive lessons and so on... where aft abt 2 weeks and there goes my N-lvl.. but im looking forward to receive my exam papers tml, at the same time too, i fear that i couldent do well.. im glad that when my teacher told me that i have cleared my geo paper.. even though i didnt complete the mapwork section which cost me 10 marks.. haha! and im glad that my hard work really paids off.. and its worth it.. prelims is not an ENDING for me so, i will continue to work hard.. i hope i can be more concentrate on my studies bcoz i find that i can hardly do so.. other tings out there kinda distract me all the time.. and im not doing well at all, compare to my last year results.. they are much more better.. i really have no idea how to bring back my concentration.. i feel that i seems to have lost the intrest to study.. i mean i kinda slack.. sigh.. anyway, im waiting for my boyfriend's phonecall... sumtimes i wonder why is he oways calling me at night... its like aft a long day of missing him then he would finally call me... hump... haha.. but at the same time i like it too.. bcoz aft he's phonecall, it makes my dream sweeter when i slp.. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; IM TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.&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/9024283740552847662-5097319721246912089?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5097319721246912089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=5097319721246912089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5097319721246912089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5097319721246912089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-guys-im-back-aft-weeks-of-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rsr3t6onR3I/AAAAAAAAADM/gT3m0pmnG00/s72-c/imissyoumorethanwordscansay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-630876505436511421</id><published>2007-08-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:29:32.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hydroponics -&gt; vegetables are grown with roots immersed in nutrient solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeroponics -&gt; vegetables are grown in enclosed area where the roots are suspended to the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hydroponics/ aeroponics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) seeds are put into sponge cubes and its soaked in water for 8hrs/6-7hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) seeds are transplant to dark germination room and remain there for 2-3days/about 1-2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) seedling are put into nursery for 7-10 days/about 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) they are transplanted into green house&lt;br /&gt;- the seedlings are grown in culture panels put over culture beds&lt;br /&gt;- the roots absorb the nutrient pumps from nutrient storage tank through pipes/&lt;br /&gt;- the vegetables are placed in holes that is cut in the panels where the roots are suspended in the air&lt;br /&gt;- the roots are fed at the intervals with a spray of dissolve nutrient from a sprinkler system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) takes 16-30 days for harvest to take place (depends on the type of vegetables)/&lt;br /&gt;takes about 1 month for harvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) packaging and refrigerated transport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoes were the notes that i have memorise... lols!.. i noe im just being lame :)-&lt;br /&gt;yupx, anyway tml is SINGAPORE'S 42 Birthday! so hereby, i wish everyone a Happy National Day! and all the very best + good luck to Sean, Zac and John hu will be performing at the marina bay for this yr national day which is tml.. ALL EYES WILL BE ON U GUYS! SO, JIA YOU!!!! GOGO!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-630876505436511421?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/630876505436511421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=630876505436511421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/630876505436511421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/630876505436511421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/08/hydroponics-vegetables-are-grown-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4829205357648656362</id><published>2007-08-05T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:57:52.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RrXizgX8ZcI/AAAAAAAAADE/RQInsiq4wyI/s1600-h/20f622d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095227927931151810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RrXizgX8ZcI/AAAAAAAAADE/RQInsiq4wyI/s320/20f622d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm bored without YOU ; ` I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm, the picture above doesnt suits my feeling but... sumhow, it does i guess.. ahhem* i noe im weird.. i also got no idea wat im toking abt.. XP Anyway,hello guys... it has been a long time since i blog, yeah its 5th of August now.. and its about 1 week to my prelimary exams.. im afraid bcoz i wasnt prepared at all.. i was half way done on my geo.. and thats it.. im worry abt my ss.. i doubt i could make it.. besides that i still got my science, maths etc.. hahaxx... im finished? LOL.. hmm.. tues will be my deary's exam.. lets hope for the best for him and good luck :) err? do i sound weird? HAHA.. alrite.. &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/9024283740552847662-4829205357648656362?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4829205357648656362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4829205357648656362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4829205357648656362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4829205357648656362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-bored-without-you-i-miss-you-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RrXizgX8ZcI/AAAAAAAAADE/RQInsiq4wyI/s72-c/20f622d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-5913637210104379932</id><published>2007-07-23T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:09:24.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RqSL0gX8ZbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gjKbgfiXmPo/s1600-h/CAQ22HQ8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090347212995323314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RqSL0gX8ZbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gjKbgfiXmPo/s320/CAQ22HQ8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It HURTS to love u the way she does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and then look at u and realise how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;u don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't understand why, i just don't get it... i tok to one of he's previous classmate ytd and i got a fucking news which said that he had a gf 1 yr ago(when we were still together) he said he saw him hugging her and he tot that i was the gal... F... i noe i should have trust him aft all he is my boyfriend, wadever... but this is not the 1st time i heard that he got other gf.. how am i suppose to believe him? i got soo mad and called him in the middle of the night and demanded an explanation from him... he was like... soo pissed off with my attitude.. he felt that i was being ridiculars and not trusting him at all.. fancy waking him up in the middle of the night and talk abt this... he feels that im presurising him thus, wanting a break up.. PLZ, may i noe that, is the demanding for an explanation(where every girl will do if u really love ur guy) = giving him pressure? i seriously cant stand he's fucking attitude... its oways becoz of some problems and he cant face it, he didnt even have the courage to press it on... or perhaps, he had ald wanted to end this relationship earlier... then of coz, he insist that he had not been lying to me.. bcoz he really do love me so blah blah blah... wadever... no matter wad, i still find it hard to trust him... he wanted to kill himself to prove that he is not lying... i doubt wether if its true... DUH... kill himself? crazy... he told me, 1/4 of he's blood is ald dripping on the floor... i didnt even noe if i can believe him... he is oways behaving in this way... THEREFORE, IM TIRED, real TIRED of him... i guess its a form of escape... everyting that happens rite now, its a cycle , its repeating... infact, it have been repeated for alot of times.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God, please help me to seek for the truth...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-5913637210104379932?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5913637210104379932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=5913637210104379932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5913637210104379932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5913637210104379932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-hurts-to-love-u-way-she-does-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RqSL0gX8ZbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gjKbgfiXmPo/s72-c/CAQ22HQ8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3779007168653614595</id><published>2007-07-14T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:58:10.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RpkNKl9t58I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Drksu_ANlcA/s1600-h/9051527_ori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087111729732511682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RpkNKl9t58I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Drksu_ANlcA/s320/9051527_ori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH SIMPLY SUX LIKE HELL...&lt;/span&gt; "its the matter of do u believe it or not?" everyone says that... but its totally a coincident to me.. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SIMPLY SOO BAD LUCK&lt;/span&gt;... early in the morning i got caught by Mdm Yati for my attire.. when i was sitin in the parade square quietly reading my book.. i didnt even stand up okay.. how could she possibly saw my attire aft all? i admit i didnt pin up my hair that day.. others were not pining up too... but y me? sigh... i got no choice but to follow her instruction.. i bought a pair of long socks and a pin from the sch book shop and report back to her again.. for attire checking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;back in class... i was having Art lessons then... both of my good frens( Mei Fang and Nat) were sitting on both my left and my right... they were mad at me... bcoz of sum arguements we had ytd and the day before ytd.. nothing serious actually just sum stupid little stuffs.. sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;aft recess... i was sitting in the hall waiting to be release back to class.. and i was being called up again... by Mdm Yati... and she said " ur hair is okay... but wad abt ur shirt? and ur socks? where is ur longer socks?( which i brought it in the morning)" i have to rush back to class again.. wear it and show it to her.. gosh... the worst ting ever happen to me is " i want u to meet me every morning at the parade square with a neat and proper attire, starting from monday onwards" &lt;strong&gt;I HATE THIS OKAY...&lt;/strong&gt; when i replied her that" huh?! i dont want to meet u....." " look at ur attitude, look at the way u speak to me"... blah blah... forget it lar... sigh... im just soo unlucky.. sucky life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;aft school... i rush to Mei Fang's class to make an apology to her.. well... i have made this decision to apologize to Mei Fang is bcoz Hui Mei have successfully persuaded me to do it...( i wanna say thank you) and she makes me realise that, Mei Fang was such a good fren nevertheless a truth fren of coz.. so i must really treasure her... and that was not the end of the unlucky day yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we went to watch Harry Potter aft that... &lt;strong&gt;YEAH! IT WAS EXCITING...&lt;/strong&gt; gosh.. it makes me feel more wanting to study in the Hogwarts than i ever do!!!! cool ; i want to be a &lt;strong&gt;witch&lt;/strong&gt; keke! and i began to love harry potter more as well.. i guess im &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt; abt &lt;strong&gt;Harry.&lt;/strong&gt; my god! my dear sure get very very jealous de... hahaxx... anyway, Mei Fang wanted to have dinner aft the movie... but Jie Ying and i chose to have just a tea break instead.. so she gt real angry... i swear her eyes were red... like she was almost goin to cry soon.. sigh... she feels that we were breaking promise i guess... Jie Ying and Mei Fang quarrel... For now, they were not toking to each other... sigh... as for me, im stuck in between them... passing msg for them and comforting both... i guess i do have fault too..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3779007168653614595?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3779007168653614595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3779007168653614595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3779007168653614595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3779007168653614595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-13th-simply-sux-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RpkNKl9t58I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Drksu_ANlcA/s72-c/9051527_ori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8082554082203151843</id><published>2007-07-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:02:16.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RpOocZZDMVI/AAAAAAAAACs/HSPZsjrEiPI/s1600-h/95473724340l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085593610037178706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RpOocZZDMVI/AAAAAAAAACs/HSPZsjrEiPI/s320/95473724340l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello... its a weird way to start a post.. hahaxx.. ok.. BACK TO MY LIFE, yeah... ytd was he's birthday... it was a sad ting that we didnt actually count down together.. argh! coz i forgot about the time... and he didnt remind me abt it.. hahaxx.. so we chat till my phone alarm ring( which i set it, long ago to remind me of hes birthday) when i realise that it was 12 am.. LOL! we miss the countdown! sob sob.. anyway, it was the worst birthday that i ever celebrated with anyone.. HE WAS SOOO restless.. sleepy.. i don't know... he sounds like he is going to fall asleep anytime.. like no mood at all.. i try ways and means to cheer him up, u noe like making him feel happy, aftall that was HES BIRTHDAY u noe... but he still seems like errr..... hopeless... LOL! haix... i felt disappointed.. wadever lar.. as long as he feels happy and i will be happy too.. ( i wonder if thats the truth) haix.. sumtimes i feel that being with him doesnt makes me feel happy at all.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM NOT FORTUNATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... lols.. i guess, u must be tinkin that since i gt sooo much complains and blah wadever... then y must i still continue rite... its such a torture.. i will tell u wad, I GOT NO IDEA TOO...I had a  &lt;strong&gt;STRESSFUL LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;... lots and lots of homework.. esp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;MATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U NOE I HATE THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, its such a torture for me to do them) 2-3 stacks of papers there for me to complete it.. sigh... when will this stressful life end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANNA FLY AWAY FROM HERE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-8082554082203151843?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8082554082203151843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8082554082203151843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8082554082203151843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8082554082203151843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RpOocZZDMVI/AAAAAAAAACs/HSPZsjrEiPI/s72-c/95473724340l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3424614504462815152</id><published>2007-07-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:00:19.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MY PARENTS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they sucks..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucks like hell...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss him hell lots &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i got scolded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for tokin to him on phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so wad its late uh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOOO WHAT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dun like slap me lar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma de.. FUCK YOU LAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE ALL OF YOU!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3424614504462815152?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3424614504462815152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3424614504462815152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3424614504462815152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3424614504462815152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-my-parents-they-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-1653924218098357675</id><published>2007-07-02T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:35:52.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nothing less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;U NOE I GIVE U ALL OF ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;All i need is just your time and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;is that very difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;IM VEXED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;hold me tight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Im exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;im looking for a place to fall asleep in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;In sumone's arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;who doesnt have time for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;whom i need,was not there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;and yet, i am right here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;yearning for him every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;why do i still love him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;am i plain stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELL ME, AM I PATHETIC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-1653924218098357675?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1653924218098357675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=1653924218098357675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1653924218098357675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1653924218098357675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/07/youve-got-to-give-me-everything-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4627885898851323556</id><published>2007-07-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:43:21.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alright, im back at last... aft not blogging for soo many days.. because of.. ya.. sum problems i had a few weeks ago i guess... notice that i have change my skin too, ya.. i wanted to forget all the unhappniess in the past.. looking at the previous skin makes me feel unhappy abt it and it will oso remind me of... so ya... i changed the skin.. was it beautiful? hahaxx... lols... dun bother abt me.. i wonder... does he noes that he is super super... i donnoe how to describe... annoying? i didnt want to say this behind hes back.. coz aft all im he's gf.. and i shouldent do that behind him... but hes attitude really turns me off.. ytd on msn, he took really long time to reply each msg.. its not the 1st time aft all.. this has been goin on for lots of time.. so.. i begin to suspect that, he purposely reply me late... (onli for ytd) then i asked him why.. and he told me that it was connection error... it doesnt seems like it is.. sumtimes he reply me real slow... sumtimes when i type out sumting like " wad u doing" then he will like reply me immdiately... its like soo not possible.. i couldent believe him... so we quarrel again... but not too serious.. however, the weird thing is... during our quarrel conversation, he seems to reply very very fast.. even before i finished typing.. how in the hell do u expect me to believe this.. becoz we are quarreling therefore the connection noes that we were quarreling so it helps him by making a fast reply to me? therefore he, can receive all the complains i make to him and he can make a quick reply of scolding me back? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIMPLY RIDICULARS ALRITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If there is really a connection error then he should be receiving all my complains late.. and there will be a time delay of replying me.. y is that so? y can he receive soo much faster than before and started replying me? u may tink that im ridiculars.. i oso feel that i am.. bcoz of hes late reply and i make up a big fuss abt it.. so wad? its just a late reply... but the truth is i didnt noe why too... perhaps, he is often late online abt 9+ to 10pm and offline dam early abt 10pm+ .. (got force by hes dad) i didnt really get a chance to have a good tok to him.. therefore, i really treasure every minute with him... but he is oways late reply... sorta like dragging the time.. by the end of the day.. wad we get to speak? for onli a few sentences.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. does he even noe that? i get very impatient on him.. he's every action, sumtimes.. makes me feel angry... i donno if im suffering from too much stress or stuff... anyway, aft that.. i try to hint sumting to him... sumting that i wanted him to said.. its was dam obvious i swear... ok but he nv did .. i didnt noe wether he is plain stupid or he was pretending.. i actually told him wad i wanted him to say.. before he actually did it.. its was like... gosh.. u will nv noe wad i want.. disappointing.. i didnt want to complain to him anymore.. he was kinda like hopeless ald.. moreover, he cant take it... if not he will be saying that im&lt;s&gt; PRESSURIZING&lt;/s&gt; him.. fine ok... just forget it.. i begin to feel that i couldent face him anymore.. i was wondering wad i should say to him when he is online... should i confess to him wad i was tinking? or should i pretend that nth has happen and just forget it? i online in the aftnoon to check if hes online.. bcoz he promise me that he will be free today and he will rite me 5 tesi( aft owning me for thousand of tesi) finally return.. by installment.. ok.. i was kinda like waiting for him.. until abt 9+ he called me.. we chat... he toks abt jokes that he gt from hes fren.. on phone.. some are quite funny.. i rmb 1 that he ask me to say "oni" pronouce... blah blah.. but i refuse to do it.. i dont wanna get trick u see.. but he said is nth... blah blah.. in the end... i still refuse to do it... so he said like.. bu hao wan de.. then like i spoilt hes mood like tt.. forget it then.. i just keep quiet.. and then he said "i dun online today ok.. im very tired.." i gt really mad with him.. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMMIT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok.. i waited him for the whole day.. 1 word tired and he say he didnt want to online.. do u noe that.. im oso very very tired? yet i online just for him.. i waited for him no matter how tired i am...&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ok... then he asked me.. y? u unhappy? tell me y? dun angry lar.. okok.. i online ok? dun angry... ASS... i really gt soo... wtf... then we put down the phone.. he is online now... IM so fucking crazy that i apologize to him just now.. i told him that im not feeling well.. thats y i react this way... wad is wrong with me?! sigh... anyway he didnt reply me at all... i can confirm that he did that purposely.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOT CONNECTION ERROR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or wadever error he gt.. DUH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I FEEL TOTALLY STRESS UP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- will one day really be the end of us?&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/9024283740552847662-4627885898851323556?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4627885898851323556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4627885898851323556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4627885898851323556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4627885898851323556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/07/alright-im-back-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6010609474099962459</id><published>2007-06-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:21:12.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'M SOO SAD RITE NOW,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;too sad to actually say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wad had happened just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lastly, i wanna thx frens hu cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt; Zac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;(he's not there but&lt;br /&gt;he is the best i can find)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gao Chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i wanna say sry to Zac,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for hurting him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6010609474099962459?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6010609474099962459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6010609474099962459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6010609474099962459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6010609474099962459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-soo-sad-rite-now-too-sad-to-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-5927371604598519980</id><published>2007-06-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:21:16.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RnFIoLyrPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/fUDN6rF3fJ0/s1600-h/Sean+And+Yu+Hui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075918110220565858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RnFIoLyrPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/fUDN6rF3fJ0/s320/Sean+And+Yu+Hui.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sean and ME XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;YUHOO!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;really had lots of fun ytd... but, of coz im really tired too.. EXHAUSTED!! hahaxx.. well back to the topic.. I went to watch Sean's performance ytd at the Esplanade, HE'S GREAT! really.. he perform well.. XD i felt happy for him! and im sure that he's parents feels proud for him too.. aft he's performance, everyone sort of like crowd around him, lookin at he's costume, he's make-up.. basically everyting on him... he is really busying with all thoes reporters, medias, interviewing and stuffs.. i even heard that sumone said he is cute.. hahaxx..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE WAS LIKE A STAR..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;keke.. i guess.. i need he's autograph sumday.. hehexx.. Zac and John have oso been interviewed by the reporter ytd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY! I WAS LIKE REALLY LEFT OUT THERE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sort of like a lampost or extra u noe... so sad, SOBBX! aft leaving Esplanade.. we went to have our dinner... actually not me hu is eatting but others.. hahaxx! im too tired to eat.. i onli feel like slping.. ZzZ.. haha.. anyway, aft dinner we went to play bowling..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HEY, THAT WAS MY 1st TIME PLAYING.. it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahaxx... im glad that the results were not too bad.. yeah! aft bowling Sean and me actually wanted to play bball with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Si Qin &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they all.. but it was like sooo far away from my hs and it was ald late like.. abt goin to 10pm.. so Sean sent me back home... THX SEAN! =] Today, i went shopping with Tiffany... nth much happen today.. its just that we took neo-prints.. hahaxx.. =] besides neo-prints we took photos too.. in her hp.. as we were struggling to post in front of her camera phone, there was this fucking guy pass by and say.. very pretty liao lar... no need take de lar... later ur phone will spoilt.. MA DE... like he very handsome like tt lor... FACE KNS.. still wanna say ppl... FUCKING ASSHOLE.. dun let me see u again.. hahaxx.. i very fierce hor? so dun make me angry.. wink* MUHAHA! =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I MISS MY DEAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVES HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sumtimes i find him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;really adorable... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;muacks =D kiss me&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/9024283740552847662-5927371604598519980?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5927371604598519980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=5927371604598519980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5927371604598519980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5927371604598519980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/star-sean-and-me-xd-yuhoo-really-had.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RnFIoLyrPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/fUDN6rF3fJ0/s72-c/Sean+And+Yu+Hui.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-1875872713904143690</id><published>2007-06-12T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:51:48.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rm7ja7yrPVI/AAAAAAAAACc/SJknHA33zC4/s1600-h/the_forgotten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075243881959472466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rm7ja7yrPVI/AAAAAAAAACc/SJknHA33zC4/s320/the_forgotten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.M S.O.O.O.O F.U.C.K.E.D U.P R.I.G.H.T N.O.W!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;really feel like washing my hands off &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTING&lt;/strong&gt;.. my "daddy" is going to boys home tml.. for the wadever illegal weapon case which he had committed for ages ago.. of coz, he is going to leave my "mummy" too.. IT WAS REALLY SAD for they were goin to be apart... serious heart breaks and stuff between them... as their "daughter" of coz i do feel really sad for them.. and i was kinda like force into the heartbreaks and sadness between them.. i didnt really noe wad am i suppose to say or do to help them.. i was like soo quiet when i was having conference with them just now.. i just keep on repeating the same lines over and over again.. u noe "dun be sad" all thoes ting.. i noe it doesnt help at all.. but i wish it really does... at least.. for abit..However, tings aint that simple aft all.. daddy forced mummy to patch up with her ex bcoz he didnt want her to wait for him for yrs... so.. mummy patched up with her ex... blah blah blah.. alot of complicating stuffs goin on there... and i was like being pushed from here to there.. daddy told me to takecare of mummy and mummy told me to tell daddy to appeal for the case again.. so he wouldent go to boys home.. and they will not have to be apart again..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;IM REALLY REALLY TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;dealing with my daddy and mummy.. i feel sorry for them and really sad too.. but im tired le.. zhen de.. i feel that everyting is really beyond my limits.. i tink my concern for them really ends rite here.. now.. my daddy wanna commit sucide.. i dunno wad would happen to him.. he hung up my phone again and again.. i dun wanna care anymore.. will he die? thats a qns that has oways been in my mind.. but im too tired to care abit it... another 1(mummy) wants to die again... SIGH.. y everyone wants to die soo much.. anyway.. my parents are nagging and nagging for the whole fucking night telling me to put down the phone.. i wonder do they noe wad is goin on between them? how am i suppose to hang up the phone and leave my two pathetic frens("daddy" and "mummy") behind... haix... im soo tired and fucked up.. i really wish my dear is here for me rite now... so he can hug me... esp when im feeling real tired or sad.. dear... wei wo fen dan yi dian hao ma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;KISS ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-1875872713904143690?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1875872713904143690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=1875872713904143690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1875872713904143690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1875872713904143690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/i.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rm7ja7yrPVI/AAAAAAAAACc/SJknHA33zC4/s72-c/the_forgotten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6705219111384023994</id><published>2007-06-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:05:39.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;IM SO DESPERATE RITE NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desperate for&lt;br /&gt;* a bit of love he gave&lt;br /&gt;* a little of he's concern&lt;br /&gt;i wonder can he show me at least sum love&lt;br /&gt;my heart really fills with lots of scars&lt;br /&gt;and showing signs of giving up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I CHOOSE TO HIDE THEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe that he is oways&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE U DEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really love u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM DESPERATE FOR HE'S LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6705219111384023994?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6705219111384023994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6705219111384023994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6705219111384023994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6705219111384023994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-desperate-rite-now-desperate-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3499603314326260892</id><published>2007-06-09T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:50:03.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RmrQf7yrPUI/AAAAAAAAACU/QfyuEVjYMe4/s1600-h/450176772l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074097177231048002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="250" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RmrQf7yrPUI/AAAAAAAAACU/QfyuEVjYMe4/s320/450176772l.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE MAPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;each time we play maple.. we will oways quarrel... it nv fails.. its excatly the same for the day before ytd and ytd... and we finally broke up ytd... wad can i say... i oso dunno why is he doing that... its like when we were playing maple ytd.. then he came to help me to do my quest.. when he was killing those monster, he keep on talking to me... he said, "can u dun oways be so stubborn? y r u like this".. blah blah blah and so on.. then all of a sudden, he wants a break up...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAT THE HELL IS GOIN ON LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im soo blur and shocked... i was like HUH?! Y A BREAK UP? i didnt noe wad to do at all... im soo lost... i called him ytd... he suggested that we should be frens 1st and till when i really understand him better... then we will be together again.. i confirm with him le and really sure that he still loves me... perhaps, im really too stubborn le... and didnt listen to him at all.. thats y he couldent stand me... i admit... im a really stubborn gal.. FREEDOM is wat i want... i do wad i like to do and wad i want to do... and nv listens to others... this is me.. sigh.. he called me just now in the aftnoon, he asked me where i am, wad im doin (casual qns)... then we say i love u to each other and we hang up very quickly aft tt... he promise to call me later... and i waited until now.. am i such a stupid? sigh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM SOO CONFUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RITE NOW... wad is the relationship between us? frens/lovers? if we r frens then the suggestion he gave abt we will be together again.. is he givin me false hope abt it? im soo fed up and tired rite now... sometimes i would even wonder did he really love me rite now? although i really trust myself that he's love is true.. ARGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this unsure feeling abt everyting... if he's love is fake, promise is fake then i would rather break up... perhaps i would feel much more better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE ESCAPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3499603314326260892?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3499603314326260892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3499603314326260892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3499603314326260892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3499603314326260892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-this-hate-maple-each-time-we.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RmrQf7yrPUI/AAAAAAAAACU/QfyuEVjYMe4/s72-c/450176772l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3039977415539485866</id><published>2007-06-06T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:08:25.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rmb2ubyrPTI/AAAAAAAAACM/gqqA6qA5qyU/s1600-h/P6032290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073013307874164018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rmb2ubyrPTI/AAAAAAAAACM/gqqA6qA5qyU/s320/P6032290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pictures taken at 'Sakura'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTLY HATING MY PARENTS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING NAG AND NAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summore saying wanna confiscate my keyboard...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE THEM...&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/9024283740552847662-3039977415539485866?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3039977415539485866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3039977415539485866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3039977415539485866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3039977415539485866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-taken-at-sakura-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rmb2ubyrPTI/AAAAAAAAACM/gqqA6qA5qyU/s72-c/P6032290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8923786285474268918</id><published>2007-06-06T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:56:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So now where was i? LOLx.. k.. got it.. so as i said i couldent really slp that nitex and the next morning i woke up at 7+am.. i was like so dam tired.. k anyway i got up and prepare everyting then went out at 10am+ with sean to celebrate he's bday at party world...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;... haha.. ok so, I got to noe a few of new frens there.. they were quite friendly and they make me feel very welcome by them.. cool.. yeah.. anyway really have lots of fun singing there.. so now &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM VOICELESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. ok haha.. aft that sean sent me to Admiralty mrt where i met all of my classmates/schoolmates there and then we were on our way to mediacrop to support Xu Bin at the CAMPUS SUPERSTAR.. but seriously.. i not really that supportive.. i found myself siting there and cheering for other contestant like Shawn,Zheng Ning.. u noe.. THEY WERE REALLY GREAT SINGERS...(exp Shawn) yeah.. aft the live show(competition), the result was disappointing... Xu Bin was out in the 1st round, i felt sad for him.. i wonder did he feel sad at all? becoz he dun seems like he feels sad abt it.. Anyway, i didnt eat for the whole day sia.. hahaxx.. almost fainted.. LOL.. btw.. my dear gt angry again... coz he knew that i will be coming home late again.. he was like very disappointed with me lor... and becoz of this i dun feel like eatting... he makes me sad when he is upset with me... and i lose my appetite.. sigh.. he called me 5 times that day.. and i onli ans 2 of he's call... 3 of the other calls, of coz i have miss all them... HELL.. DAM SAD... i am soo in love with him.. ok.. back to it.. so, i took the last train and went back home... im back home abt 1am.. dam tired.. and i did the post on 4th of june that day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DEAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; wo hui ting hua de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; dui bu qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; wwo aii nii, muacks and hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-8923786285474268918?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8923786285474268918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8923786285474268918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8923786285474268918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8923786285474268918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-now-where-was-i-lolx.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3525513023553162184</id><published>2007-06-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:07:28.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay, i am back rite now.. gonna tell u guys abt the details that happen in this 2 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;3/6 i went to so called my cousin's"birthday party" as he's bday was on the 1st of June and that was so called a later celebration with we? cousins? LOL as well as he's frens lar.. hmm.. and then it was held at Somerset( did i spell it correct? LOL) 'Sakura', 1 of the restraunts there.. its quite exp lor.. seriously i can go BANKCRUPT.. $28 per person... mine... have to paid myself u noe.. my mom say she dun have money.. tell me to settle myself.. lol.. SHI CHAN DE LOR... poor me.. sobx.. then aft that we went to 1 of the shopping centers there, on the top floor, watch them(my cousin and he's fren) play pool.. LOL.. very bored lar.. onli watch them, oso cant play.. actually kh,Verz and me werent suppose to enter that place dun even mention abt playing pool.. coz we have not reach 16! lol.. and then we almost get chase out by the person thats working there... haix.. anyway we left that place and went straight back home.. takin MRT.. and that was like abt 11+ and then reach home goin abt 12am ba.. back home.. my dear gt really angry abt it.. coz.. u noe, i was back home really late and aftall im a gal and 1 person back home this late... so, i was like soo tired le lor.. and i still have to quarrel with him.. aft that quarrel conversation with him that nite, i couldent really slp at all.. haix.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY DEAR&lt;/span&gt;.. wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUE.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3525513023553162184?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3525513023553162184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3525513023553162184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3525513023553162184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3525513023553162184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-i-am-back-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-2389589615891154107</id><published>2007-06-04T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:46:51.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OKAY... so here i go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM SUPER SUPER TIRED RITE NOW ;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u wont be able to imagine how tired is that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I went to bed at 3am in the morning ytd and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i didnt really slp at all.. GOSH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AND I WOKE UP AT 7+ this morning goin out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;celebrating sean's bday and supporting my classmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at the CAMPUS SUPERSTAR.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i WAS BACK home like abt 1/2hrs + ago.. NOW IS 2:36am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it was like abt goin to 1am when i reach home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;` GOSH.. gonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAINT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HEll. Roughly my day was abt that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As for details, i will tell u guys tml..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING TIRED;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SPARE ME!!! GONNA FAINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-2389589615891154107?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2389589615891154107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=2389589615891154107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2389589615891154107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/2389589615891154107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-1780075256897823939</id><published>2007-05-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:31:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rl2_qYqcCmI/AAAAAAAAACE/KZIiQ89RS20/s1600-h/lovers_natural_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070419490384906850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rl2_qYqcCmI/AAAAAAAAACE/KZIiQ89RS20/s320/lovers_natural_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just now abt 8+pm, i got a phone call from him.. he told me that he coulden sign in he's msn so he didnt online ytd but he waited for me the whole day in maple.. well, this is good.. its great.. at least he didnt avoid me like wad i tot.. life is really hard without him.. i have ald gotten use of having him by my side and i dont noe how am i suppose to live without him.. i just love him too deeply... anyway becoz of ( he didnt online aft we quarrel on the phone that day ) then i tot that he was avoiding/leaving me.. i was soo hurt and sad... i cry lots and lots of time... i rmb he told me once too that he was afraid of me.. bcoz he felt that i was mentally forcing him.. i dunno wad's wrong with him.. i was like totally shocked but anyway so that, makes me feel a greater possiblity that he wants to avoid me... GOD, U NOE I NEED HIM... so.. ya.. i was really sad... but i was lucky that my "daddy" was there for me... THX DADDY.. U R THE BEST! XD hmm.. my "daddy" fly to hong kong this morning le.. daddy, wanna tell u.. dun worry le.. im fine again.. and still happily loving him...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* DUN EVER LEAVE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; URE MINE&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/9024283740552847662-1780075256897823939?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1780075256897823939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=1780075256897823939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1780075256897823939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1780075256897823939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-now-abt-8pm-i-got-phone-call-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rl2_qYqcCmI/AAAAAAAAACE/KZIiQ89RS20/s72-c/lovers_natural_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3919004344136013178</id><published>2007-05-28T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:06:57.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I STILL LOVE HIM ALOT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just want you to noe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU ; dun leave me....&lt;/strong&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/9024283740552847662-3919004344136013178?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3919004344136013178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3919004344136013178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3919004344136013178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3919004344136013178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-still-love-him-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3930417709911504007</id><published>2007-05-25T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:06:47.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST HATE HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;; I dun feel like we are couples anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;; he gave up caring on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;; he doesnt really tok that much like we use to in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY HATE HIM ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- should i even break up with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;IDIOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKER&lt;/strong&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/9024283740552847662-3930417709911504007?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3930417709911504007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3930417709911504007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3930417709911504007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3930417709911504007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-hate-him-i-dun-feel-like-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3552849351493634740</id><published>2007-05-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:13:19.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RlCBMoqcClI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mMFyOoOsl-g/s1600-h/1175650125_spixcouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066691634865637970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RlCBMoqcClI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mMFyOoOsl-g/s320/1175650125_spixcouple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ts night time again... time passes soo fast... well actually rather slow.. =] suddenly feel like travelling around the world rite now... i wanna see the aroura at the poles.. i wanna go to sumwhere mayb the sea sumwhere where no one will be able to find us(me and him)... mayb being alone can oso feel great too) and then lay there and gaze at the stars... they twinkle and shine beautifully... and finally falls aslp there.. everyting feels soo great and peaceful.. feel the rush of freedom... this is sumting that i wanted to do long time ago... Anyway i was soo boring today... dear's call wake me up.. and then i was stuck at home the whole day.. but at least that was better than ytd.. ytd really nth to do at all.. more sian.. haix.. hmm.. i wonder what is my dear doing rite now... still studying he's bio? i was quite sad when he feel irritated and kinda shouted to me that he wanted to put down the phone... i noe that he is stress and pressurize... haix.. i noe bio is hard for him... he actually wanted to give up studying he's bio.. but i just told him to jia you lor... wad can i do.. i cant possibly help him to sit for he's bio paper which is tml.. haix... just wish that he don give up... PRESS ON! DEAR WO AI NI!!! JIA YOU!! muacks and hugs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-3552849351493634740?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3552849351493634740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3552849351493634740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3552849351493634740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3552849351493634740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-ts-night-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RlCBMoqcClI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mMFyOoOsl-g/s72-c/1175650125_spixcouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-7158047669161289507</id><published>2007-05-19T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:05:33.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rk8D4oqcCkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V1KV-hmt41A/s1600-h/1280_julie_wooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066272377338071618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rk8D4oqcCkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V1KV-hmt41A/s320/1280_julie_wooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;GOD... i feel so tired rite now... but its better than wad i felt in the aftnoon.. at least im much more energetic now.. wow.. my lips was white in colour.. can u imgaine how pale i am.. hahaxx.. well, yeah.. i didnt go to sch ytd.. bcoz i was kinda sick.. my whole body was like aching all over and i feel soo tired.. so my mom decided to bring me to a doctor.. and so on... the doctor didnt really say abt anyting... he just said that mayb i gt chicken pox.. its all my sis fault lar.. she pass it to both of my brothers... i really hope that i won get it... argh... sigh.. anyway.. i didnt go to sch that day and my ss results was released... i tink, i flunk my ss paper... coz i heard from my frens that onli 2 ppl in my class pass their ss.. so.. if that's the case.. my combine humanities fail le lor... sigh... its soo hard uh... ehh.. MY DEAR DEAR DUNNO GO WHERE LE~ hahaxx.. must be busying studying ba... he is "afking".. hahaxx.. JIA YOU ORH! DEAR... WO AI NI... supporting u oways~ muacks and hugs...&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/9024283740552847662-7158047669161289507?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7158047669161289507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=7158047669161289507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/7158047669161289507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/7158047669161289507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/god.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rk8D4oqcCkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V1KV-hmt41A/s72-c/1280_julie_wooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-1673824640708670162</id><published>2007-05-17T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:27:42.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkyPQYqcCiI/AAAAAAAAABk/_-uM-S6A4F8/s1600-h/1175027741_smycookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065581192546093602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkyPQYqcCiI/AAAAAAAAABk/_-uM-S6A4F8/s320/1175027741_smycookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HAISH.. my dear fall asleep le.. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY GOD ! WAD THE FUCK! EVERYTING I WROTE IT'S GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im &lt;/span&gt;very tired le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;im not gonna rite again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-1673824640708670162?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1673824640708670162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=1673824640708670162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1673824640708670162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1673824640708670162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-i-want-is-just-good-pass-for-both.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkyPQYqcCiI/AAAAAAAAABk/_-uM-S6A4F8/s72-c/1175027741_smycookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4583994446663738287</id><published>2007-05-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:49:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rks1MIqcChI/AAAAAAAAABc/eTjfjWXnGP0/s1600-h/017.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065200688508439058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rks1MIqcChI/AAAAAAAAABc/eTjfjWXnGP0/s320/017.gif" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What can i say rite now? I flunk my Geo paper... well that's sad 21/50.. left like abt 4 marks.. to pass... but just forget it lar.. haix.. i gt mentally prepare le... hahaxx.. but im still sad... well, anyway... this few days really tiring lor... keep on slp in class... hahaxx.. wonder how's my other papers goin on... Had a tiring day today at cwp with Mei Fang and Wan Yi.. busy doing our art course work.. and enlarging the coursework.. LOL.. and my dear is having he's history paper today and i hope he can make it.. haha.. i was receiving my geo paper and he was doing he's history paper... such a conicident ar.. hahaxx... erm... feel really tired rite now... missing my dear.. he just went offline... really miss him... in fact cant let him go.. i really wish he will stay rite there and accompany me... love him alot alot.. i wonder when will he see this... haix...&lt;/span&gt; &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/9024283740552847662-4583994446663738287?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4583994446663738287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4583994446663738287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4583994446663738287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4583994446663738287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-can-i-say-rite-now-i-flunk-my-geo.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rks1MIqcChI/AAAAAAAAABc/eTjfjWXnGP0/s72-c/017.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-5582303632167171250</id><published>2007-05-14T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:16:33.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkiJVlP4slI/AAAAAAAAABU/IZhh-yO3HHQ/s1600-h/bestfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064448784847123026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkiJVlP4slI/AAAAAAAAABU/IZhh-yO3HHQ/s320/bestfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's FINALLY online.. Yeah~ miss him sia... love love... hahaxx.. o.. ya.. anyway i got back some of my papers.. Art,Chemistry and Chinese.. they werent really that bad like wad i was imagine.. i gt an A1 for my chem , a B4 for chinese and a B3 for art(a bit disappointing) haha.. well.. just glad that they werent too bad.. but, im still fear for my other papers.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today i was oso celebrating one of my classmate's birthday in class, we shared money and bought her a gift.. However, Fang Yi wasnt happy with my classmate reaction, when Rui Ying present the gift to my classmate... bcoz she felt that my classmate doesnt appreciate the gift at all.. haix... IT JUST A GIFT.... and Fang Yi feels really sad abt it... but of coz, hu dont? u spent lots of time and effort on it and ppl just doesnt appreciate it.. sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYWAY IM FREE FROM EXAMS RITE NOW AND THATS A TING I CAN BE REALLY HAPPY ABT.. but seeing my dear working soo hard for he's coming exam.. i feel really xin tong for him le... haix.. he is soo busy studying rite now until he didnt even have time for me... but.. i dun mind lar.. becoz i understand.. study is impt ma... =] i will support him silently de.. =] BAO BEI JIA YOU.. muacks.. all the best orh..&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/9024283740552847662-5582303632167171250?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5582303632167171250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=5582303632167171250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5582303632167171250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5582303632167171250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/hes-finally-online.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkiJVlP4slI/AAAAAAAAABU/IZhh-yO3HHQ/s72-c/bestfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3579049112052428290</id><published>2007-05-09T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:32:46.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkKfH1P4skI/AAAAAAAAABM/8OzWSBQo8x4/s1600-h/1136234796_spicywater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062783888019468866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkKfH1P4skI/AAAAAAAAABM/8OzWSBQo8x4/s320/1136234796_spicywater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!! YEAH~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FELT SO RELIEF, I guess i didnt do very well for my art and some of my other subjects ba.. but its ok le... everyting had pass, we cant turn back the time and erase the paper again...we just got to live with it... currently, waiting for the results... hope its not too bad.. haha.. I MISS HIM... AND LOVE HIM... sigh.. he sounds sad... i tink i can feel it from ytd de phone call... im not sure if my senses are correct... it could be.. he's tired.. i donno.. i just feel worry for him... i wonder he's alrite or not... haix... if he's sad, iszi abt me?&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/9024283740552847662-3579049112052428290?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3579049112052428290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3579049112052428290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3579049112052428290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3579049112052428290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-are-over-yeah-felt-so-relief-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RkKfH1P4skI/AAAAAAAAABM/8OzWSBQo8x4/s72-c/1136234796_spicywater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-1043576239551788824</id><published>2007-05-04T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:23:33.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjtMDVP4sjI/AAAAAAAAABE/cbEiGOmM5sU/s1600-h/3332xu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060722226407977522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjtMDVP4sjI/AAAAAAAAABE/cbEiGOmM5sU/s320/3332xu8.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, finish all my language papers and humanities paper(by today)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AT LEAST,FINALLY,LASTLY...... IM DONE WITH MY GEO!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a feeling that i did not do very well for all my papers... they were so dam hard... all the qns were not that straight forward like it use too... quite shocked lor.. wasnt that perpare for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;everyone in my class afraids of the geography paper.. hahaxx... coz there's just too much tings to study for it... can die seriously... right now, i still left with my sciences(chem and physics) ,maths and art paper to prepare for... haix.. nvm.. work hard for this few days... aft exam can PLAY TILL SIAO.. im waiting and dying to go for KBOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with all my girls.. THEY ROX!! hahaxx.. sad leh.. cant take my dear dear with me.. sob sob... 1stly he's not in singapore,2ndly its GALS PARTYTIME! yeah~ 3rdly.. AHHEM* i tink he cant sing... BLEAH-xp... not my fault ar.. he say he cant sing de.. keke.. yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* I just love him so much.. Hugs and Kisses~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-1043576239551788824?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1043576239551788824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=1043576239551788824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1043576239551788824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/1043576239551788824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-finish-all-my-language-papers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjtMDVP4sjI/AAAAAAAAABE/cbEiGOmM5sU/s72-c/3332xu8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8506372815025336754</id><published>2007-05-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:44:45.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjdgG1P4siI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wB_K_ycYuS0/s1600-h/55761907_2a36687ce9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059618376863232546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjdgG1P4siI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wB_K_ycYuS0/s320/55761907_2a36687ce9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT THAT MOMENT, I TOT I WOULD DIE RIGHT THERE... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i tot he was gonna break up with me.. but in the end he told me.. he didnt see all the msn conversation so he did not reply me... i wonder if he said is all true? i hope he's not lying... i donno wad he's busy with rite now... everytime soo long then reply.. see.. now... he then reply... haix... hold on... let's see wat he rites.... LAG... wad the hell... gt lag until soo long de orh... haix... DUNNO LAR... im just too tired and hurt to tink abt anyting... Tml.. English papers... also the 1st paper too... can i make it? i donnoe.... i hope i can... Jia You!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like slping forever.... soo tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HURTFUL ~&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/9024283740552847662-8506372815025336754?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8506372815025336754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8506372815025336754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8506372815025336754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8506372815025336754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-that-moment-i-tot-i-would-die-right.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjdgG1P4siI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wB_K_ycYuS0/s72-c/55761907_2a36687ce9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-3813572346164065443</id><published>2007-04-30T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:14:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjYj1VP4shI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v8k8dSD9eCU/s1600-h/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvVaNP4Fyzw3PUyQ__ax3ndxSOxmStvwPt8p_HhXEP6tOot3tPjlUIVL3XnZY6vWvmBvAlficwsxbC1kmD08yGDD7RnGam1ZL8802s80acLkmA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059270630541144594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjYj1VP4shI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v8k8dSD9eCU/s320/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvVaNP4Fyzw3PUyQ__ax3ndxSOxmStvwPt8p_HhXEP6tOot3tPjlUIVL3XnZY6vWvmBvAlficwsxbC1kmD08yGDD7RnGam1ZL8802s80acLkmA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A DROP OF TEAR GONNA FLOW OUT REAL SOON~ i just love him toooooooooooooo much...... I noe everyting is my fault.. i started them 1st... and he won even give a dam if im dying rite now... he just throw this few word to me... good luck (on ur death i guess that's wad he means)... love u lots.. miss u lots... nitex, sweet dreams, muacks,cya,tc............................... HA.HA.HA.HA... u tink this few words will cure me? NO! he won bother abt me again.. i feel like sleashing the knife right straight to my wrist and feel totally free again... without him without me... as simple as tt... bcoz im so use to having him by my side.... and i love him more than anyting else..... does he noes? he will nv noe..... nv ever noe..... HE IS MY BAO BEI.. forever de bao bei..... my tears are totally dry... no tears flowing out anymore.... just 1 drop of tt one... im completely feelingless.. just the hurting impact on my heart... I JUST DONT CRY ANYMORE~ but my eyes were totally red... i donnoe why... no tears, no crying but its red.... i just wish that he's by my side... right now... i want us to be forever and ever....&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/9024283740552847662-3813572346164065443?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3813572346164065443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=3813572346164065443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3813572346164065443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/3813572346164065443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/04/drop-of-tear-gonna-flow-out-real-soon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjYj1VP4shI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v8k8dSD9eCU/s72-c/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvVaNP4Fyzw3PUyQ__ax3ndxSOxmStvwPt8p_HhXEP6tOot3tPjlUIVL3XnZY6vWvmBvAlficwsxbC1kmD08yGDD7RnGam1ZL8802s80acLkmA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4739343877032803936</id><published>2007-04-28T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:16:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WOULD LIKE TO KISS U ONCE MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjN99VP4sgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kOJqDYjoQp0/s1600-h/1175649943_ixperquist.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058525299096465922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjN99VP4sgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kOJqDYjoQp0/s320/1175649943_ixperquist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna kiss him..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Im so in love with him.. but he's angry rite now... haix... bao bei cool down plz... dun angry le.. hump.. dunno wad i should do with him... sigh.. well.. exams are around the corner, life just sux.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM SO STRESS UP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im afraid that i couldent complete my revision on time.. wad should i do... GOD BLESS ME ~ haix... YuHuI Jia You!!  &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/9024283740552847662-4739343877032803936?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4739343877032803936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4739343877032803936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4739343877032803936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4739343877032803936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-would-like-to-kiss-u-once-more.html' title='I WOULD LIKE TO KISS U ONCE MORE'/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RjN99VP4sgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kOJqDYjoQp0/s72-c/1175649943_ixperquist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6934110571855132051</id><published>2007-04-26T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:52:44.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Generate Your Own Glitter Graphics @ GlitterYourWay.com - Image hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/8149/glitteryourway1d8c3812as0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Generate Your Own Glitter Graphics @ GlitterYourWay.com - Image hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img235.imageshack.us/img235/1751/glitteryourwayadbe3a75wf4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT YOU AND NTH ELSE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. btw, i got a silver for my syf... SAD! sigh.. wad can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;END on 11.51pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6934110571855132051?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6934110571855132051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6934110571855132051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6934110571855132051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6934110571855132051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/04/generate-your-own-glitter-graphics.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-8200508655096178960</id><published>2007-04-23T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:48:01.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RiyAO2MNcFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxwFhEuvz04/s1600-h/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvUCElbxd3YSyKjHq_xNm44VueyBKHg3Qy-5yTqX6RPMUew-sXh-ga7yUKuILRbmpgm7pbElkpYaOm5DmXuxdIigvHr0UWkbzuv27XWw4uPKAQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056557474183475282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RiyAO2MNcFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxwFhEuvz04/s320/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvUCElbxd3YSyKjHq_xNm44VueyBKHg3Qy-5yTqX6RPMUew-sXh-ga7yUKuILRbmpgm7pbElkpYaOm5DmXuxdIigvHr0UWkbzuv27XWw4uPKAQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;LLY, ITS OVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- DANCE FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This morning, i went for my syf( dance competition) and we've done quite badly for it... THAT'S SAD..mayb we couldent get a gold le.. perhaps a silver ba.. SAD SAD... But, i hope we could at least,maintain it with a gold.. However, im still glad that, its over.. i can finally relax myself from all thoes "stage fright" and stuff, that i had been experiencing in the morning.. hmm.. i didnt get to attend any of lessons in class today bcoz of the syf.. i wonder wat had been teach in class? im afraid that i couldent catch up with the work.. hahaxx.. sounds like i very worry abt my studies hor.... LIKE REAL.. if not becoz of this yr N-lvl and for all the goals that i have set, i cant even be bothered abt it.. haix.. study is hard... But i miss him... HAHA! did i said him again? LOL!!! i miss my dear dear alot... and love him forever... haven told him abt my competition ting yet... hmm.. i promise him tt i will do well for the syf de... =] but, SAD! haix.. as well as relief... hmm.. i got to sign off le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gonna go study for my mid year~ TakeCare guys! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-8200508655096178960?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8200508655096178960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=8200508655096178960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8200508655096178960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/8200508655096178960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-dance.html' title='THE LAST DANCE'/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RiyAO2MNcFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JxwFhEuvz04/s72-c/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvUCElbxd3YSyKjHq_xNm44VueyBKHg3Qy-5yTqX6RPMUew-sXh-ga7yUKuILRbmpgm7pbElkpYaOm5DmXuxdIigvHr0UWkbzuv27XWw4uPKAQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-4239094115939728968</id><published>2007-04-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T09:34:51.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA GO IN MAPLE!!! Haix.. STUPID COM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rio8cGMNcEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Imwg4xdXMww/s1600-h/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvVKbU77xSB3akidEzeFZw2-fTlbVOyVfKBQVZ_b71xnYJAkiK8VfRBHcRjeTvysKQw5IwksknJjpB2-0dnkBzPQYcBBV9Z4UiROejFiT2WccQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055919985072631874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rio8cGMNcEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Imwg4xdXMww/s320/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvVKbU77xSB3akidEzeFZw2-fTlbVOyVfKBQVZ_b71xnYJAkiK8VfRBHcRjeTvysKQw5IwksknJjpB2-0dnkBzPQYcBBV9Z4UiROejFiT2WccQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello guys, i'm back.. =] hmm..didnt rite much abt anyting coz i was really tired aft the dance performance at sch ytd nite.. i was just deperately missing him... HAHA! ok.. erm.. the dance performance was quite ok but it didnt reach my expectation[ onli for the parts that i dance] .. hahaxx lol! but its better than wad i did the last time.. oh, ya.. gonna go for syf[dance competition] in 2 days time.. although its not the 1st time i was in for the competition but sumhow im still afraid of it.. haix... Anyway, I got up very early today for my dance practice.. TIRED TIRED TIRED.... hahaxx.. then aft my dance pratice i went home and study for my mid year.. life seems hard for me uh? hahaxxx.. but no choice lar.. that's the price u have to pay for success right? sigh.. how i wish i can go shopping and enjoy myself... but im soo glad that my dear dear called me this aftnoon.. yeah! miss him alot.. haix.. love him forever.. he promise to called me later de.. and im still waitin till now... it is 12.22 am right now.. i tink he won lie to me ba... sob sobx.. haha.. he told me he went to celebrate he's grandfather's birthday today.. i guess.. he is probably enjoying himself rite now ba? hahaxxx.. hmm.. i feel like slping soon le... lol... haix sign off le... still waiting BLEAH -Xp&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/9024283740552847662-4239094115939728968?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4239094115939728968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=4239094115939728968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4239094115939728968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/4239094115939728968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-go-in-maple-haix-stupid-com.html' title='I WANNA GO IN MAPLE!!! 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STUPID COM'/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/Rio8cGMNcEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Imwg4xdXMww/s72-c/x1pgliP38XxBL2xzoQQjy3j8ApaBzkwDkf5U6CxY4FJrvVKbU77xSB3akidEzeFZw2-fTlbVOyVfKBQVZ_b71xnYJAkiK8VfRBHcRjeTvysKQw5IwksknJjpB2-0dnkBzPQYcBBV9Z4UiROejFiT2WccQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-6461637336735757676</id><published>2007-04-20T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:53:18.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I MISS HIM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;CRAZILY MISSING HIM AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dun get shocked.... i just miss him... i still miss him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MISS MISS MISS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-6461637336735757676?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6461637336735757676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=6461637336735757676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6461637336735757676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/6461637336735757676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/04/2nd-day-missing.html' title='2nd day Missing'/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024283740552847662.post-5889766319844034417</id><published>2007-04-19T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:19:25.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RicueWMNcCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hfkqZwGw7h4/s1600-h/1175650101_espixbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055060205634416674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RicueWMNcCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hfkqZwGw7h4/s320/1175650101_espixbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD.. Yupx.. i love this pic! ~&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I LOVE Him too... miss him lots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0k, finally started blogging.. Sigh.. i hope the same &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ting&lt;/span&gt; will not happen to me again.. 0h.. for thoes hu dunno wad im toking abt.. AHHEM* hahaxx.. ok.. well, perviously i use to blog at "my space" and.. there's this SUMONE hu went to see my space and scolded me till the hell of it...[ bcoz i rote sumting bad.. opps.. BLEAH -Xp] ok... so, he made me felt so embrassed abt it and from then onwards im afraid to blog again.... i started blogging now bcoz some of my frens have influenced me and ya.. besides that, im quite confident that my blog won't be seen by him again.. =) HAHAHA!!! WELL, I HOPE SO.. Bleah! hahaxx.. ok. TIMES UP! got to go study for my mid year exams.. which left onli abt in that patheic 2 weeks time... SIGH.. i wonder when will i be able to complete my revision.. STRESS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024283740552847662-5889766319844034417?l=visualwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5889766319844034417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9024283740552847662&amp;postID=5889766319844034417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5889766319844034417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024283740552847662/posts/default/5889766319844034417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visualwhite.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day.html' title='FIRST DAY'/><author><name>MISSEVIL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07914998387280089880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/SDP2dvvdg1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/qyAxcDHQicg/S220/sony+pictures+205.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dp3vrGDhulc/RicueWMNcCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hfkqZwGw7h4/s72-c/1175650101_espixbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
