<?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-25862700</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:33:44.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because-of-youu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1007</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5184306689944058146</id><published>2011-05-15T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:48:15.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take what you need and be on your way.</title><content type='html'>Hello Blog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already on my semester break! hurrah. My first year in uni has almost come to an end and i'm.. relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I hate eating junk foods. More like, I hate the after effect of eating junk foods. I don't know if anybody else feels the way I feel or but i certainly don't like the way it did to my whole err.. body. I just felt grossed out. Ergh. I kept brushing my teeth 4, 5 times just to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gross feeling actually made me eat non-stop even if i know damn well that I am not hungry. And over-eating makes me feel even more awful. I must learn to control these junk foods man, i do. Pretty sure it's some chemical thing they put on those junk foods that made people can't stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that I have nothing else to rant because i feel pretty good nowadays because I choose to be. Everyone has the options to not feel crappy, to feel hurt, to feel broken every single day. You just gotta learn how to say, "stop. I'm not going to feel this way another day. I don't want to live another day feeling like this because that's not what Jesus die for me." Yeah, you may fail the next day and your daily mantra doesn't have any effect on you but one day you'll finally mean it and truly put your words into real thoughts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail to Joyce Meyer preach that I listened to yesterday that really got into me. It's called 'Let Go and Learn to Enjoy". Feel free to Youtube it up, it is worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I feel like mentioning is that I feel really blessed to have my mom with me and she's the one person  that I love most in this entire world. That's one the things i thank for  every day. I'm not a crazy religious person but I'm honestly just  thankful for what I have. At times I forget how blessed I am and I gotta  remind myself so I could stop acting like a brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also got me thinking. I'm a 20 years old girl and I need a change. I can't stay trap with the same emotions, same problems, same thinking forever! When I was 16 till right before now, every year, there's always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always always&lt;/span&gt; someone who turned me upside down. I can recall it very well as I wrote their name on my diary every time i have the chance to. At the end of the year, every page i turn has got the person's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I either got myself crazy in love in one moment then  helplessly trying to get over someone the next moment. Howwwwwwww  pathetic is that you tell me?! I don't wanna be like this till i'm lik 30???? that's insane! I don't even want to deal with myself if that's all i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more that. I'm happy the way it is right now and I pray to God I will not meet someone who will only bound to screw my bliss. I'll take exxxxxxxxtra caution in each step i take and trust in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5184306689944058146?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5184306689944058146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5184306689944058146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5184306689944058146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5184306689944058146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-what-you-need-and-be-on-your-way.html' title='Take what you need and be on your way.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6289272969414362524</id><published>2011-04-24T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:54:11.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i had my way..</title><content type='html'>Hi. :) Today is the start of revision week which means semester 2 of Uni is going to end pretty soon. I'm quite worried of the holidays actually. :S I'm not really looking forward to it just because i have no idea what will i do in this long holiday. If only i could get a part time job. Hmm will see. I will honestly go insane with all those free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pass quickly this time. :/ It feels like yesterday (not literally) i was just starting my semester 2 and i was "devastated" at that time and now it's revision time then comes holiday then comes third semester! my 2nd year! yay. just 3 more years to go :) good good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i've been doing ok. been busy with uni and tons of projects and group work. Not tons but it's definitely time consuming but i do enjoy the late meeting where i had to stay in uni once until 10. It's fine cause it wasn't boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! i got a kitten that i named Tom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCvFkfEtCEE/TbQNE9yA2RI/AAAAAAAAGfY/jyJCkyRvLy8/s1600/DSC04072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCvFkfEtCEE/TbQNE9yA2RI/AAAAAAAAGfY/jyJCkyRvLy8/s320/DSC04072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599114615683340562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cryyyyyyy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUtmjO-udo4/TbQNFO_2VsI/AAAAAAAAGfg/tmsWzfYU_I8/s1600/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUtmjO-udo4/TbQNFO_2VsI/AAAAAAAAGfg/tmsWzfYU_I8/s320/DSC04092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599114620304774850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:O milk&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQt6_o5wkVI/TbQNEpsRl6I/AAAAAAAAGfQ/Xg-71y-K1U0/s1600/DSC04082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQt6_o5wkVI/TbQNEpsRl6I/AAAAAAAAGfQ/Xg-71y-K1U0/s320/DSC04082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599114610290562978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gulp gulp gulp *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6289272969414362524?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6289272969414362524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6289272969414362524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6289272969414362524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6289272969414362524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-had-my-way.html' title='if i had my way..'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCvFkfEtCEE/TbQNE9yA2RI/AAAAAAAAGfY/jyJCkyRvLy8/s72-c/DSC04072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1944074891305495449</id><published>2011-04-09T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:52:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me there.</title><content type='html'>Was just telling Wai how my name was Elina all these while till I reached primary 6, finally i come to term with my real name and that is non other than Elena. It's actually quite a big difference. Elina.. Elena..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I just couldn't delete off this blog. Although there's embarrassing post with tons of shit photos of me in archives. I think it's that fact that makes me keep this blog. I cringe looking back and I regret that i blog a lot less these days because i'm busy? Or maybe it is just cause i'm not really that comfortable in blogging anymore but anyhow, i still try to. I wanna keep blogging because after few years, i wanna look back the state i am right now and be able to laugh with whatever shits been going through me right now that i still can't comprehend but i soon will; time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's always things that you can't understand but only THEN you will understand. You'll feel so stupid before and you wish you knew how to deal with the situation more cleverly.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! Past is past and whatever it is will also past right away . Shely's quote "this too will pass". lol i'm such a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even right now, i'm not exactly the happiest girl on earth because there are pangs of pain that i could still feel at the end of the day or thought of at random times be it being in the car, listening to songs that reminded me of IT and so much more. I've tried so many ways to get over it, believe me and I'm still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did thought that replacing IT to something better would definitely make me happier but then again i thought, it wouldn't be fair. So i'm not going to move an inch to desperately try to be happy. Don't get me wrong, I AM happy. Generally, I am happy. Only there are things that i hope i can get rid feeling about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok after blogging all this i'm just gonna say, break up sucks. it sucks big time. I think that's all i'm trying to say after saying all those junk of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1944074891305495449?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1944074891305495449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1944074891305495449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1944074891305495449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1944074891305495449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bring-me-there.html' title='Bring me there.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5033993209314814348</id><published>2011-01-15T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:15:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHehehehe?</title><content type='html'>I am currently reading Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. I've just read less than a quarter and i already love it very much! Been reading it the whole time during lectures. Oh my, lectures this semester is just soooo DULL! But my lecturer for Business Statistic is HILARIOUS. The way he laughs cracks the whole crowds. hahaha! He laughs like, "hehehehehehe!!" So cute! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal is leaving today and i shall meet her in the airport in about a hour and a half? Oh i will miss her very much! :D But it's not going to be long till she come back for semester break woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And update about me, i'm alright today and i feel less of a messed up person. :) and I think i am quite better off now that i'm not attached. It's all coming back to me now all the reasons why it didn't work out in the first place but i was too stubborn. I am stubbornly in love. hahaha and i still miss the person but it is what it is right? I know that i am going to be just fine. Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5033993209314814348?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5033993209314814348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5033993209314814348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5033993209314814348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5033993209314814348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/01/hehehehehe.html' title='HEHehehehe?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-869113216644760638</id><published>2011-01-11T09:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:29:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because i'm hurting doesn't mean i'm hurt.</title><content type='html'>Day.... 4? I'm quite better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the start of semester 2 for me and hmm.. no comment. The schedule is really messed up. But! Yesterday was lots of fun with krys.... in the beginning. Not till the end of the day then i feel :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSuxhPCLrNI/AAAAAAAAGeE/mw1Yb9fbGwY/s1600/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSuxhPCLrNI/AAAAAAAAGeE/mw1Yb9fbGwY/s320/DSC03321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560733349448494290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSux4cc7m3I/AAAAAAAAGe0/Fr85CHKHhcI/s1600/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSux4cc7m3I/AAAAAAAAGe0/Fr85CHKHhcI/s320/DSC03347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560733748187339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSuxhawny2I/AAAAAAAAGeM/lvXOT2N3okc/s1600/DSC03325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSuxhawny2I/AAAAAAAAGeM/lvXOT2N3okc/s320/DSC03325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560733352596065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSuxh4Nz9iI/AAAAAAAAGec/ShJzdATuxQU/s1600/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSuxh4Nz9iI/AAAAAAAAGec/ShJzdATuxQU/s320/DSC03339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560733360503125538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSux4NtfUFI/AAAAAAAAGes/6Me-yVvHlJo/s1600/DSC03377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSux4NtfUFI/AAAAAAAAGes/6Me-yVvHlJo/s320/DSC03377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560733744230256722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSux4vPlMAI/AAAAAAAAGe8/NR1xucCNQl4/s1600/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSux4vPlMAI/AAAAAAAAGe8/NR1xucCNQl4/s320/DSC03361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560733753231618050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Chua is kaput by hearing me say "Life is a saaaaaaaaaaaaad zebra" the whole time haha and.. yup bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-869113216644760638?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/869113216644760638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=869113216644760638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/869113216644760638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/869113216644760638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-because-im-hurting-doesnt-mean-im.html' title='just because i&apos;m hurting doesn&apos;t mean i&apos;m hurt.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSuxhPCLrNI/AAAAAAAAGeE/mw1Yb9fbGwY/s72-c/DSC03321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6772860760739399724</id><published>2011-01-08T07:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:44:17.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First morning waking up realizing that something has left me for good. Oh waw, what a feeling. I opened my eyes at 6 am ( i don't even know why i woke up to be honest. ) and my thoughts immediately shots up to that. Not really a good start of a morning that i wish to woken up to but I will be better in each every waking day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6772860760739399724?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6772860760739399724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6772860760739399724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6772860760739399724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6772860760739399724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-morning-waking-up-realizing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3912977971192580249</id><published>2011-01-08T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:30:50.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>despite everything..</title><content type='html'>Had a good day today despite everything. :) Thankful for that! krys came over, went out, met up with derek and finally I'm back home. i'm beat. Despite everything, i will have good night sleep. Despite everything, i've still got great friends. Therefore despite everything, I stand on my ground thankful for every bit of my life. Life may not be perfect and dear ones went away even when you truly care for. It's unfair. Life is quite unfair but it's all a test. All I gotta do is to appreciate everything that I've got and know that everything happens for a reason. there's a reason why someone didn't make it in your life. yeah, i heard that quote. hands up for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3912977971192580249?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3912977971192580249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3912977971192580249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3912977971192580249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3912977971192580249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/01/despite-everything.html' title='despite everything..'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1899207894840906633</id><published>2011-01-07T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:29:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more you</title><content type='html'>Life is fun with Krystal around. :) Hate the fact she's gonna leave to UK soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God with sooooooooooo much Love i could burst. I know why i don't feel the major OUCH when I hit the ground is because I been praying to God to guide my heart to not feel so torn apart. I felt every kind of heartbreak and every kind of pain and every way of disappoint it's like I'm gonna burst. But this time, God protects me because I ask that if my relationship doesn't work out, i don't wanna feel utterly shit. And thanks to almighty Him, i'm okay. For once in my life, i don't feel like my world has come crashing down on me just because one boy left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm not at all crushed about this but i'm okay. I got my dignity and my personal priority straight and that's what matter. I deserve some respect for that don't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos below are from Yesterday. Watched dinner from schmuck! SOOOO GOOOD!! you guys HAVE to watch it. and krys and i challenged each other to each finish one whole pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSa_-whR0TI/AAAAAAAAGdE/5rhEo2sDj9Q/s1600/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSa_-whR0TI/AAAAAAAAGdE/5rhEo2sDj9Q/s320/DSC03160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559341874932732210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSa_-_sJS0I/AAAAAAAAGdM/Ra5jFn8-q0s/s1600/DSC03170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSa_-_sJS0I/AAAAAAAAGdM/Ra5jFn8-q0s/s320/DSC03170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559341879004842818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSa__rkoZiI/AAAAAAAAGdU/Rp4oUSdNlt0/s1600/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSa__rkoZiI/AAAAAAAAGdU/Rp4oUSdNlt0/s320/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559341890784486946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSbAO3LlRaI/AAAAAAAAGds/CPBxU_N9Njs/s1600/DSC03292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSbAO3LlRaI/AAAAAAAAGds/CPBxU_N9Njs/s320/DSC03292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559342151598687650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1899207894840906633?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1899207894840906633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1899207894840906633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1899207894840906633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1899207894840906633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-you.html' title='no more you'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSa_-whR0TI/AAAAAAAAGdE/5rhEo2sDj9Q/s72-c/DSC03160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5662632194601230604</id><published>2011-01-04T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:55:41.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i come first won't come second</title><content type='html'>Had an awesome hanging out day with krystal today. Like a proper chillax hanging out time. Since she came back we were always out doing something else which involves something and people. but today we finally got to watch a movie! gulliver's travels. It's a really good humorous movie. Very entertaining :D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we have like lunch in three different place in one spot. As in.. Krys had burger in McD, I had burger in Jolibee and we both wanted chicken in KFC. So we tapau-ed burgers from 2 different place and finally sat our ass down in KFC. Lewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we met up Derek! :D and few others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhsd2LaSI/AAAAAAAAGcc/9RAl-TcQaBg/s1600/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhsd2LaSI/AAAAAAAAGcc/9RAl-TcQaBg/s320/DSC03109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558393781659330850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhtfQdijI/AAAAAAAAGcs/8b34okkXExU/s1600/DSC03140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhtfQdijI/AAAAAAAAGcs/8b34okkXExU/s320/DSC03140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558393799217875506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhs9j4WeI/AAAAAAAAGck/fUKgkvwI9RM/s1600/DSC03119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhs9j4WeI/AAAAAAAAGck/fUKgkvwI9RM/s320/DSC03119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558393790172518882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhtlBB0wI/AAAAAAAAGc0/I_FZ7HT9DM4/s1600/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhtlBB0wI/AAAAAAAAGc0/I_FZ7HT9DM4/s320/DSC03148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558393800763757314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5662632194601230604?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5662632194601230604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5662632194601230604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5662632194601230604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5662632194601230604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-come-first-wont-come-second.html' title='i come first won&apos;t come second'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSNhsd2LaSI/AAAAAAAAGcc/9RAl-TcQaBg/s72-c/DSC03109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8263946710332376074</id><published>2011-01-03T13:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:33:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop stealin' my heart away~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSFh6wiXzwI/AAAAAAAAGcE/RbILF2t4kxI/s1600/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSFh6wiXzwI/AAAAAAAAGcE/RbILF2t4kxI/s400/DSC03097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557831077241278210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSFh6iEID1I/AAAAAAAAGb8/bYngovHbTwE/s1600/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSFh6iEID1I/AAAAAAAAGb8/bYngovHbTwE/s400/DSC03100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557831073356320594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSFh6X-t3KI/AAAAAAAAGb0/92EcqsokrdA/s1600/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSFh6X-t3KI/AAAAAAAAGb0/92EcqsokrdA/s400/DSC03086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557831070649277602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi happy new year! :) I'm thinking of start blogging this year again. I was also thinking of getting a new blog for a new year but then again this blog just feels like "home". This blog is like 6 years old in 2011! Although I rarely blog these days anymore but i do pop by once in a while. Well, i couldn't bear to delete it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of 2011, I was full of energy and stuff but this year it's the opposite of it. I'm sort of just tryna get by and be ok. Feels like there's a time bomb ticking somewhere and I'm just tryna prepare for it to happen? You guys probably don't understand me but I can't exactly write down all the details here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever felt that you don't know anymore what's right and what's wrong or what's exactly good for you or not. I'm trying to figure out some problems in God's way but i end up in a confuse state. Like, WHAT exactly God would do? Then I would ask myself "WWJD" but then again, it isn't right because it contradicts to some point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i get angry at someone because they just simply are a pain in the arse but then later i'll feel guilt because Joyce Meyer (a preacher) says that I shouldn't get angry! And certainly God doesn't get angry but be patience. So i am patience.. at least i TRY to be patience. But what if the patience runs off and the patience doesn't even matter anymore! What if the essence of holding on is pointless already and you're just being patience for..nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the problem is in ME? I wouldn't know that. I kept seeing faults and red signs in things but what if the problem is ME. Maybe I should be the one who NEEDS to understand them and stop being so whiny or "complainy". Yes, i know that word doesn't exist but you get what i mean don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm still stuck with many questions which leads to just one decision. &amp;amp; since i am still HOPELESSLY blur i'm just gonna stay still. If someone gives up on me, i can find a way to compromise with that but i certainly don't want to give up on anyone first because I'm just... like that? Because I guess i'm strong enough for.. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8263946710332376074?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8263946710332376074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8263946710332376074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8263946710332376074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8263946710332376074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2011/01/stop-stealin-my-heart-away.html' title='Stop stealin&apos; my heart away~'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TSFh6wiXzwI/AAAAAAAAGcE/RbILF2t4kxI/s72-c/DSC03097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4438152325692693271</id><published>2010-11-19T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:51:00.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study?</title><content type='html'>Hello. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I can't seem to study. I can't concentrate at all! I'm not trying to be lazy but my attention span just isn't functioning very well!!! Ugh. How this??? Well i decided, since i can't study.. i won't force myself to. It's depressing and it's not gonna work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stop trying feel so guilty sometimes for being unintentionally mean and judgy. Sod it. Everyone judge, what ever. I just don't say it out loud but i can't help what is going on in my mind. Puh-lease everyone do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially friends wise and who you hang out with. Sometimes, you can't just click with everyone and be like a super nice cinderella. There's always certain kind of people you instinctively feel so weirded out when you're with them. It's okay. Just. don't. bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i shall take my opportunity to rant about people. I absolutely hate obnoxious people. really. the REALLY obnoxious ones who speak so loudly and trying to sound so clever but really, even if he's right. He's an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4438152325692693271?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4438152325692693271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4438152325692693271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4438152325692693271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4438152325692693271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/11/study.html' title='study?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6237214425755100486</id><published>2010-11-01T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:39:09.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, you're a firework</title><content type='html'>I had a very good Sunday yesterday because Yuki is back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much assignments in the world and test and exams :S omg. i just wanna get it over it and of course, pass it. :/ I'm gonna have to work extra hard from now on. It's ok i can i can i can. that's the spirit i will need now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super love this song btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5a4hSS-Qy0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5a4hSS-Qy0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna stay by kelly Clarkson Ft. Jason Aldean (whoever he is i don't know but i think i like him now cause this song is the loooveeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cheezebox for lunch just now with the usual guys and oh, do not try Cheezebox chicken salad. It suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6237214425755100486?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6237214425755100486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6237214425755100486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6237214425755100486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6237214425755100486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-youre-firework.html' title='baby, you&apos;re a firework'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4502417621290439682</id><published>2010-10-26T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:28:15.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drivinnnnn</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that this day would come but I friggin' passed my driving test!! In about 2 weeks time i will officially have my license!! :D I thank God so much for having such a kind invigilator with me just now. I mean, REALLY kind. God knows how much I pray to pass this test because i kind of suck at driving and it's painfully expensive. Not to scare you guys about how bad i'm driving lah.. I can't be THAT bad okay. :p I will be better in times! now i don't have to ask my pitiful mom to drive me to UBD for just 1 or 2 hour class. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is tons of assignment pilling up just when i thought i was done with everything. I can chillax for a few weeks and assignment gradually pilled up like a pillar. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the downside of test today is MIB. lol. i don't understand a single thing. wew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4502417621290439682?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4502417621290439682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4502417621290439682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4502417621290439682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4502417621290439682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/10/drivinnnnn.html' title='drivinnnnn'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3829806541637561176</id><published>2010-10-19T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:45:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TL2fkfxSJoI/AAAAAAAAGbo/mCmtAlMr-Sg/s1600/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TL2fkfxSJoI/AAAAAAAAGbo/mCmtAlMr-Sg/s400/DSC02119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529751366833153666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TL2dYmlSjlI/AAAAAAAAGbI/3VPy9iDG9VI/s1600/DSC02097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TL2dYmlSjlI/AAAAAAAAGbI/3VPy9iDG9VI/s400/DSC02097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529748963480211026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TL2dY4pdaEI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/SXuE4s_vovg/s1600/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TL2dY4pdaEI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/SXuE4s_vovg/s400/DSC02048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529748968329537602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chua chua chua and with chuaaaaaa. Vain vain vain and vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get all the assignment and test over and done with but i can't stop postponing it. It's my very damn ass problem for being so lazy but but but :( i'm lazy!!! haha. Life is.. sokay so far. Just alright i got nada to talk about really. Maybe I do, but it's like.. sometimes it's better to not mention about it and eventually, the rumble of my heart will dissipate as I will... eventually, get used of and over it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3829806541637561176?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3829806541637561176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3829806541637561176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3829806541637561176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3829806541637561176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/10/pink-elephant.html' title='pink elephant'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TL2fkfxSJoI/AAAAAAAAGbo/mCmtAlMr-Sg/s72-c/DSC02119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6138803262895760935</id><published>2010-10-17T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:40:56.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TLnjNtr1CgI/AAAAAAAAGa4/tHLtBDYGKkQ/s1600/mum+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TLnjNtr1CgI/AAAAAAAAGa4/tHLtBDYGKkQ/s400/mum+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528699842315225602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TLnjNUPEt7I/AAAAAAAAGaw/mJC4QH4tufg/s1600/mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TLnjNUPEt7I/AAAAAAAAGaw/mJC4QH4tufg/s400/mummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528699835483731890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine School Silver Jubilee Anniversary in Polo Club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6138803262895760935?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6138803262895760935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6138803262895760935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6138803262895760935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6138803262895760935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunshine-school.html' title='sunshine school'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TLnjNtr1CgI/AAAAAAAAGa4/tHLtBDYGKkQ/s72-c/mum+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8062021777422848654</id><published>2010-10-16T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:19:06.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Press forward</title><content type='html'>Hello.. I've got nothin else to do besides waiting for the time to pass by then I will be on my way to mib. So I'm blogging this aimlessly on the Itouch about well, nothing. I've got a dinner to attend in jerudong polo club later in the evening and that's the only thing I am looking forward to today. Other than that, none. I'm wondering what shall I do on this lazy afternoon.. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should clean my room. No. My room is never clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that i'm feeling so super dull today? My gosh I need to do something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8062021777422848654?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8062021777422848654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8062021777422848654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8062021777422848654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8062021777422848654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/10/press-forward.html' title='Press forward'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-422437825902150768</id><published>2010-10-15T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:39:08.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my baby.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, my blog is very inconsistent. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just lost everything what i wanted to write. Days passed by too quickly and i just forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much driving lesson and i still suck at driving. Epic Fail. HAHA! I hate driving. I want a personal driver to drive me around and around wherever i want to and anytime i want to. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is boring everything suck at the moment but it's fine. I'll just keep going and eventually, i will be where I want to be. My bestfriend is in UK that suck, i can't go to her house and just do nothing. and some person can be such a pain in the arse and there's nothing can be done about it because the person doesn't get me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop spending money so fuckin much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering about this. I am reading this book about "how to be single" and i'm not so depressing lah okay. It's not exactly a book to teach you specifically HOW TO BE SINGLE. It's a novel of girls that are 30+ old and not married out there searching for love and stuff. I learned that statistically, there are less guys than girls so not every girl have their own prince charming. and most of them, sadly, are stuck with the wrong prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have a though to myself, i would only have 2 choices. It's either i be with a guy that treats me right or nothing at all. I wouldn't wanna be with a guy JUST BECAUSE. u get what i mean? I mean, why would i wanna share all my things to someone that i don't love wholly but just because? I'd rather be by my own thank you. I'm not saying that being with someone is out of the question, i'm just saying.. i'd love to be with someone. i think that's great and wonderful but it ain't so wonderful if you're with someone you don't think deserve you because you deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don't put it in your mind that statistically guys are lesser than women and you are doomed because there are so much prettier girls out there. Cut the crap about loving yourself. I'm sure each one of you ever felt that you are never enough "at times" during those random crappy days. Then you be upset the fucking whole day just to be fine the next day and fuck it, you are awesome just the way you are. Yes? So don't look at a guy as a statistic but instead, a magical? i know it sounds lame but it's there in the novel. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-422437825902150768?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/422437825902150768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=422437825902150768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/422437825902150768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/422437825902150768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-goes-my-baby.html' title='There goes my baby.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6931794710461062738</id><published>2010-09-20T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:23:05.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the way you lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now I know we said things&lt;br /&gt;Did things&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;And we fall back&lt;br /&gt;Into the same patterns&lt;br /&gt;Same routine&lt;br /&gt;But your temper's just as bad&lt;br /&gt;As mine is&lt;br /&gt;You're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;You're just as blinded&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come back&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't you&lt;br /&gt;Baby it was me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our relationship&lt;br /&gt;Isn't as crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what happens&lt;br /&gt;When a tornado meets a volcano&lt;br /&gt;All I know is&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much&lt;br /&gt;To walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Love the way you lie&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/25862700-6931794710461062738?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6931794710461062738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6931794710461062738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6931794710461062738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6931794710461062738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love the way you lie'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7153909843215057440</id><published>2010-09-18T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:45:12.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tapak kuda plz</title><content type='html'>I think it's time for me to start studying and focus on my work. I finally felt the stress of being in uni. Not stress really. That's not the right word. Well, Uni has been fun and work-less all this while and now, I'm swamped! It's like all in one go. The timing is not right. neuppp. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is so freaking tired but fun at the same time! I went raya with Vic and Lance of total 6 houses and I am so not trained to raya like this. I am loaded from all those foods served. But all is fun yeap. :) I'm finally on my bed resting and that's good. Tomorrow will be a food fun day too yay! =.= Aunt's birthday function and there's gonna be many delicious foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to that teriyaki sushi place too today after UNI with Des and Gary. It was good! Good good good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TJTdT1hSjOI/AAAAAAAAGaY/mUkGLBCx_Qk/s400/DSC01420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518278776289660130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TJTdUEF85JI/AAAAAAAAGag/Z5Ac3ayfIA0/s1600/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TJTdUEF85JI/AAAAAAAAGag/Z5Ac3ayfIA0/s400/DSC01449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518278780201526418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TJTdw6KPPUI/AAAAAAAAGao/bUdDoQibxbo/s1600/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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I am really suffering from this procrastinating disease. I seriously gotta start up on preparting for my presentation loh. Dammit! Can don't??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long holiday weekend has been awesome because no uni! and it sucks i had to back to uni today. It was the most boring-est day eber. I just dislike Tuesday. Obviously, it's because i have this whole 2 hour long of MIB lecture which, no one really listens anyway. So wth right? Then after that, i had the very boring economics too so.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is getting to no where man. It's like going UBD and that's all. I wanna get a job but i am too lazy. At first i was too excited to get a job but then it's just a hassle man. I need to get a license too. LOL! I know i suck. I just don't seem to have time and when I do have time, the instructor do not have time for me. I think i really need to clear up my schedule for 2 weeks. So no outing or anything for whole 2 weeks and just focus on driving. why does driving have to be so freaking tough???? Hate driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday and it's no UNI day so i think i need to have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I will go to concept and get the vacancy form&lt;br /&gt;2) I will take passport photo tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;3) I will submit this job application form tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to the bank&lt;br /&gt;5) Get my earpiece from Nav or Chua? Man, i really need to find my Ipod. where the hell it went to???&lt;br /&gt;6) ....... hope i don't slug at home tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-2190762279927705841?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/2190762279927705841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=2190762279927705841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2190762279927705841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2190762279927705841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/09/dkalsdasdasdasdasd.html' title='dkalsdasdasdasdasd'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4390117965079791464</id><published>2010-09-11T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T20:59:03.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep marching on.</title><content type='html'>i hate to fight, i hate to argue, i hate to do anything along these line of words. Especially when it's really unnecessary. I hate the feeling. &amp;amp; that is how i feel right now. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a tiring day today and i had a massive headache. not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, today was overall pretty fun! :) Met up with my group mates for MIB discussion in coffee bean and raya'ed at one house today with a pren. That's all for today and i need to finish my Business presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4390117965079791464?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4390117965079791464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4390117965079791464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4390117965079791464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4390117965079791464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/09/keep-marching-on.html' title='keep marching on.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3225502876799410363</id><published>2010-09-09T23:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:05:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't see past my shades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDIVPVF6I/AAAAAAAAGZo/k9xWOJpBmsg/s1600/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDIVPVF6I/AAAAAAAAGZo/k9xWOJpBmsg/s400/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514942660367161250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dwarf hamster I just bought recently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDHfRRSFI/AAAAAAAAGZY/jNqze_AKeaA/s1600/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDHfRRSFI/AAAAAAAAGZY/jNqze_AKeaA/s400/DSC01336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514942645879785554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDHHbzvMI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/fTw1V92EvqI/s1600/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDHHbzvMI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/fTw1V92EvqI/s400/DSC01339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514942639481535682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely Chihuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_7F9zFGI/AAAAAAAAGYg/qdOa_vZv2gU/s1600/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_7F9zFGI/AAAAAAAAGYg/qdOa_vZv2gU/s400/DSC01392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514939134393914466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sungkai with my ex colleagues in Manjaro 6/9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_6qwljtI/AAAAAAAAGYY/bALbrH1btMM/s1600/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_6qwljtI/AAAAAAAAGYY/bALbrH1btMM/s400/Photo+47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514939127090745042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_6OBtb_I/AAAAAAAAGYQ/hfWmlDeSQ3s/s1600/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_6OBtb_I/AAAAAAAAGYQ/hfWmlDeSQ3s/s400/Photo+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514939119377936370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today in Des' car waiting for Renzo and Gary to arrive. lol what else is there to do? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When exactly am i gonna start my assignment man??? My presentation is 5 days away but i just have no single idea what am i gonna do and thus have no idea where to start! HOW HOW??? But most importantly, i must not laugh during my presentation. Boy, imagine that happen. fuh.. pls pls pls pls don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently life has been pretty awesome to me. Thanks to God. Yes, i never fail to thank He who made my day every time i have a good day. It's just all the simple simple things that i get makes me feel so grateful and I appreciate every little things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like having free coffee when i actually wanna get one myself but i got offered instead. *thumbs up!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a Chihuahua! a very very VERY adorable one for my birthday! Not exactly forrr my birthday present but it just happen to fall on the same date. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i get to spend my birthday with awesome friends i just love em' all. I could laugh like total whacko with them. love love love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have the most awesome super certain someone. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday pics post below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_5XM9weI/AAAAAAAAGYI/xztcwZKT0fY/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-04+at+16.59+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_5XM9weI/AAAAAAAAGYI/xztcwZKT0fY/s400/Photo+on+2010-09-04+at+16.59+%234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514939104661193186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDH8Y7bqI/AAAAAAAAGZg/qqRJ_sSnP00/s1600/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDH8Y7bqI/AAAAAAAAGZg/qqRJ_sSnP00/s400/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514942653696536226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDtXZvTOI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/yyfXEitT7EM/s1600/41098_1538112405789_1024241670_1521624_4065141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDtXZvTOI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/yyfXEitT7EM/s400/41098_1538112405789_1024241670_1521624_4065141_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514943296602852578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBZbwoIEI/AAAAAAAAGZI/JPVE9fyYcJA/s1600/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBZbwoIEI/AAAAAAAAGZI/JPVE9fyYcJA/s400/DSC01374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514940755151953986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBZOMfm2I/AAAAAAAAGZA/3oIVIasLaNQ/s1600/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBZOMfm2I/AAAAAAAAGZA/3oIVIasLaNQ/s400/DSC01371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514940751510739810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBY18bUII/AAAAAAAAGY4/0nftqcikwGs/s1600/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBY18bUII/AAAAAAAAGY4/0nftqcikwGs/s400/DSC01361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514940745000898690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBYTo0JoI/AAAAAAAAGYw/KG5IdHluyGE/s1600/DSC01358+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBYTo0JoI/AAAAAAAAGYw/KG5IdHluyGE/s400/DSC01358+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514940735791834754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBYAL9xwI/AAAAAAAAGYo/Q77McuOk8bQ/s1600/DSC01349+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkBYAL9xwI/AAAAAAAAGYo/Q77McuOk8bQ/s400/DSC01349+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514940730570557186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_4pkB2BI/AAAAAAAAGYA/Z7ThsONDqJo/s1600/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIj_4pkB2BI/AAAAAAAAGYA/Z7ThsONDqJo/s400/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514939092409899026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3225502876799410363?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3225502876799410363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3225502876799410363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3225502876799410363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3225502876799410363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-see-past-my-shade.html' title='you can&apos;t see past my shades'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TIkDIVPVF6I/AAAAAAAAGZo/k9xWOJpBmsg/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-424115905472400381</id><published>2010-09-05T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:27:53.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.</title><content type='html'>i had an awesome day on my birthday! I couldn't ask for more than this. :) I love each and everyone who made my day today and all their effort be it just a lil. i appreciate every single bits of it and am very grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-424115905472400381?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/424115905472400381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=424115905472400381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/424115905472400381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/424115905472400381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/09/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-471776925804607532</id><published>2010-08-28T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:06:24.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vampy suckz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THkvm8skVFI/AAAAAAAAGXw/dnsyJmSYrYQ/s1600/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THkvm8skVFI/AAAAAAAAGXw/dnsyJmSYrYQ/s400/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510487965239104594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day outing with beloved Krystal. Watched Vampire Suck and it was quite hilarious. Not like overly hilarious as it really wasn't what we expected it to be. I mean the humour are kind of .. over. But still, it's funny at some part. haha. I think it's better that you guys buy the dvd instead of paying 8 bucks to watch it. Thanks Krystal for paying me ticket. :D u osome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for today. It would have suck to stay at home today because my mom is practically psychotic. :s not good. not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-471776925804607532?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/471776925804607532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=471776925804607532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/471776925804607532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/471776925804607532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/vampy-suckz.html' title='vampy suckz'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THkvm8skVFI/AAAAAAAAGXw/dnsyJmSYrYQ/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-403173596184886956</id><published>2010-08-26T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:50:59.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be happy. Generally, I am but. There's always a but. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-403173596184886956?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/403173596184886956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=403173596184886956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/403173596184886956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/403173596184886956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-should-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6323235303448482153</id><published>2010-08-26T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:48:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homey to my only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost&lt;br /&gt;It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an okay day. :) I mean everything is fine except there's just too many things going on in my mind. I need to stop worrying because there is nothing i can do. I just can't help it sometimes but to feel a little upset or worried because it's someone i care about. Oh well, I'm just a little sister after all. Sometimes I wish i can just fast forward my life and just be independent so i could like help out a bit. I'm not trying to sound such a sweetie but -_- really. K, that is my naive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, photos from Yesterday. I don't have a pic of my hamster yet! Yeah, i got a black dwarf hamster yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZvyRY12mI/AAAAAAAAGXY/VVCWmI6b8lw/s1600/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZvyRY12mI/AAAAAAAAGXY/VVCWmI6b8lw/s400/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509714103586118242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Rachel :) She's so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZqGHQXAMI/AAAAAAAAGXI/3CleeDwBfuk/s1600/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZqGHQXAMI/AAAAAAAAGXI/3CleeDwBfuk/s400/DSC01171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509707847393804482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leslieeeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And below are from today's vainpot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZqED7VR6I/AAAAAAAAGWw/Pn1By0FHQ2Q/s1600/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZqED7VR6I/AAAAAAAAGWw/Pn1By0FHQ2Q/s400/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509707812140566434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZrWyWsYcI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/E6ZU7-CMZ7c/s1600/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZrWyWsYcI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/E6ZU7-CMZ7c/s400/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509709233352630722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZqD9RtrbI/AAAAAAAAGWo/yGil1Jyd8Hc/s1600/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZqD9RtrbI/AAAAAAAAGWo/yGil1Jyd8Hc/s400/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509707810355391922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6323235303448482153?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6323235303448482153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6323235303448482153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6323235303448482153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6323235303448482153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/homey-to-my-only.html' title='homey to my only.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THZvyRY12mI/AAAAAAAAGXY/VVCWmI6b8lw/s72-c/DSC01172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6984420756002910128</id><published>2010-08-24T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:39:47.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm callin in luv hangova</title><content type='html'>SO yesterday i worked in Rizqun and it was a disaster. I knocked of a glass and the chipped went to someone and i accidentally pour milo onto someone. lewl. I was called the milo girl. nice right? I am not going back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that *pictures below* was my Sunday people. It was fun. I love playing mario go carts racing game although i really suck at it placing me at the last one although i'm the first to drive sometimes. haha! I LOVE ITTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically spent our time in the kids section arcade and i collected LOTSSSS of tickets!!!!! so cool can. Because Aaron has his ways... wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THOfaY4oh6I/AAAAAAAAGWg/K1wPpZInswI/s1600/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THOfaY4oh6I/AAAAAAAAGWg/K1wPpZInswI/s400/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508922044909651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THOfZ63tPpI/AAAAAAAAGWY/kAXpy274gnM/s1600/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THOfZ63tPpI/AAAAAAAAGWY/kAXpy274gnM/s400/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508922036852702866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THOfZsMnnII/AAAAAAAAGWQ/SEcFKMGQRXU/s1600/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THOfYg3b1II/AAAAAAAAGWA/He6hpOfq86o/s400/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508922012692370562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6984420756002910128?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6984420756002910128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6984420756002910128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6984420756002910128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6984420756002910128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-callin-in-luv-hangova.html' title='i&apos;m callin in luv hangova'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/THOfaY4oh6I/AAAAAAAAGWg/K1wPpZInswI/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8511403600870907950</id><published>2010-08-20T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:49:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tell me everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TG6C4UrLOdI/AAAAAAAAGV4/VQOLuCWNFhI/s1600/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TG6C4UrLOdI/AAAAAAAAGV4/VQOLuCWNFhI/s400/DSC01101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507483298454780370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TG6C3kJCo4I/AAAAAAAAGVw/PdSx6TlgB88/s1600/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TG6C3kJCo4I/AAAAAAAAGVw/PdSx6TlgB88/s400/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507483285426709378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TG6C3S7meZI/AAAAAAAAGVo/TrGcnLCRVhE/s1600/DSC01015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TG6C3S7meZI/AAAAAAAAGVo/TrGcnLCRVhE/s400/DSC01015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507483280806934930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I think I'm getting the hang of blogging. I love it. Why did i even stop for a while? It's a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Expandable in Ze Mall and I loike the movie. Sylvester Stallone iz ze awesome. I think he's so much cooler as he aged. It saddens me that he's old. lol. But he's still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chua picked me up from home and we had lunch at Navvy's home. yada yada and that was basically it. Well of course i should skip the part where i keep eating and eating... and eating. i love eating ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a habit of ignoring or staying exile for a while and if i'm gone, it shouldn't be a problem. Problem is myself. I need to stay away from people for a while if i'm down because if i am, i'll infect my downsiness (what a word) to others too and dragging them down. It's the last thing i want to do. So yea. As a matter of fact, i am exiling now. Ok, my itune now is playing a hokkien song. wth? bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8511403600870907950?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8511403600870907950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8511403600870907950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8511403600870907950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8511403600870907950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-tell-me-everything.html' title='so tell me everything.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TG6C4UrLOdI/AAAAAAAAGV4/VQOLuCWNFhI/s72-c/DSC01101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6267143969393590359</id><published>2010-08-19T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:57:59.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta sayyyyy</title><content type='html'>So i went to coffee bean to get a coffee and handed over my CV. That's one productive day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a piercing for a second time and i luv it. :D Anoter productive day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't why recently people likes to piss me off. Something must have went off with my mantra chants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6267143969393590359?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6267143969393590359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6267143969393590359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6267143969393590359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6267143969393590359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-gotta-sayyyyy.html' title='i gotta sayyyyy'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3862456414813089580</id><published>2010-08-18T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:36:19.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lenin</title><content type='html'>hahaha. The previous post was my 1000th post!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the most unproductive day ever. Ok, not to say MOST unproductive because I did get up to do some exercise with my mom. Yup, i do exercise. Breaking news isn't it! Although don't get hopes up too high, i'm still such a big fat slacker no doubt about THAT! Oh oh... and also! made popcorn! well, mom made and i eat. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGvgA1sG3vI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/7xA24ov-eM4/s1600/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGvgA1sG3vI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/7xA24ov-eM4/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506741274407263986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a radical change starting like NOW. I was so bloody cranky? Ok not cranky.. maybe just a little bit. I think it's just the boredom, the rain, and me not feeling super well makes me feel so dead in the inside. I think my soul just died a little already. lol! What a dramatic person am I, you must wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall be a good day! I will NOT be a slacker. I need to get up and do something. hmm.. only thing is what should i do... all i can think is to go and get somewhere to eat but then i need to cut some weight. LOL! No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3862456414813089580?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3862456414813089580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3862456414813089580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3862456414813089580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3862456414813089580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/lenin.html' title='lenin'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGvgA1sG3vI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/7xA24ov-eM4/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1672511045341466654</id><published>2010-08-17T17:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:20:27.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kukulato.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random picture post i've taken recently. .. and not so recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGpYSO86QNI/AAAAAAAAGUI/qEDtyy2DW_I/s1600/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGpYSO86QNI/AAAAAAAAGUI/qEDtyy2DW_I/s400/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506310564688314578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The milk is cute. Yes, i like cute little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGpYSn0XwbI/AAAAAAAAGUY/fb1n0usktfk/s1600/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGpYSn0XwbI/AAAAAAAAGUY/fb1n0usktfk/s400/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506310571363385778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rollie Ollie Pollie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGpYRiM33DI/AAAAAAAAGUA/f4mYX5V5R0c/s1600/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGpYRiM33DI/AAAAAAAAGUA/f4mYX5V5R0c/s400/DSC01008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506310552675671090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mouse I've just bought just now! :D again, it's pink and it's cute. i'm a sucker for cute things yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphlfeb2jI/AAAAAAAAGVI/wiuZZ6-NFZk/s1600/DSC00818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphlfeb2jI/AAAAAAAAGVI/wiuZZ6-NFZk/s400/DSC00818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506320791146060338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yati! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphdEjaz4I/AAAAAAAAGVA/zEOQ8P-V3FU/s1600/DSC00823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphdEjaz4I/AAAAAAAAGVA/zEOQ8P-V3FU/s400/DSC00823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506320646480252802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphcyptNpI/AAAAAAAAGU4/qx_JlXrWUl0/s1600/DSC00828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphcyptNpI/AAAAAAAAGU4/qx_JlXrWUl0/s400/DSC00828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506320641674786450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been said that the bean when planted will give you a little piece of paper. =.= i haven't tried to plant it. In fact, i think i lost it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphcs-SynI/AAAAAAAAGUw/7I2aSyZlIag/s1600/DSC00829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphcs-SynI/AAAAAAAAGUw/7I2aSyZlIag/s400/DSC00829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506320640150522482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is thinking to adopt this kitten. I WANT CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphceDnieI/AAAAAAAAGUo/5O5EVbtRH-0/s1600/DSC00833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphceDnieI/AAAAAAAAGUo/5O5EVbtRH-0/s400/DSC00833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506320636146321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krysto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphcLYElzI/AAAAAAAAGUg/P6bqm0T-TjQ/s1600/DSC00614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGphcLYElzI/AAAAAAAAGUg/P6bqm0T-TjQ/s400/DSC00614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506320631131838258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss working. it's true, when you work, you feel like studying and when you're actually in uni, you feel like you wanna go back to work. lol. how anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1672511045341466654?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1672511045341466654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1672511045341466654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1672511045341466654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1672511045341466654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/08/kukulato.html' title='kukulato.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TGpYSO86QNI/AAAAAAAAGUI/qEDtyy2DW_I/s72-c/DSC00954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6251464098464269720</id><published>2010-07-29T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:41:29.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amagadz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TFFkcZyevvI/AAAAAAAAGT4/0Aqpbe-eXl0/s1600/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TFFkcZyevvI/AAAAAAAAGT4/0Aqpbe-eXl0/s400/DSC00600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499287059117817586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two nephews whose living with me. (altho' not exactly WITH me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni orientation so far has been a bore. Therefore i skipped today and yesterday noon. I don't know what to say about uni. I kinda miss working. Going back Uni is like going back to jail or something because they restrict so many things in the world! Just like going back to SAS -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level year has been good, however. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna hope Uni aint gonna be that bad. It's too early to tell. whatever it is, i'm just going there to do what i have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6251464098464269720?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6251464098464269720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6251464098464269720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6251464098464269720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6251464098464269720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/07/amagadz.html' title='amagadz'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TFFkcZyevvI/AAAAAAAAGT4/0Aqpbe-eXl0/s72-c/DSC00600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5652115517582020897</id><published>2010-07-24T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:33:13.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day in scb</title><content type='html'>Yup, i'm actually blogging. I might need to recall dates in future so yes. No explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays's my last day in scb and working there has been awesome. Wasn't really sad somehow :/ not that i was excited. I guess it hasn't hit me yet or it may just not be the last goodbye. ha. Anyway, pictures!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsGGzjbIZI/AAAAAAAAGTw/8ydz0OEETwI/s1600/DSC00789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsGGzjbIZI/AAAAAAAAGTw/8ydz0OEETwI/s400/DSC00789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497494484123591058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsB-ezu7OI/AAAAAAAAGTo/rYj1HZsEPAY/s1600/DSC00786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsB-ezu7OI/AAAAAAAAGTo/rYj1HZsEPAY/s400/DSC00786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489943069388002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsB9wSXFfI/AAAAAAAAGTg/Qh-nKtgoXpY/s1600/DSC00783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsB9wSXFfI/AAAAAAAAGTg/Qh-nKtgoXpY/s400/DSC00783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489930581382642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBJgKXeCI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/Nl1i0Qp3jkY/s1600/DSC00777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBJgKXeCI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/Nl1i0Qp3jkY/s400/DSC00777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489032899688482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBJ9OhadI/AAAAAAAAGTY/_GZGUDn5X08/s1600/DSC00781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBJ9OhadI/AAAAAAAAGTY/_GZGUDn5X08/s400/DSC00781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489040701745618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBJG6WvqI/AAAAAAAAGTI/eKvpiWxRnpE/s1600/DSC00800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBJG6WvqI/AAAAAAAAGTI/eKvpiWxRnpE/s400/DSC00800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489026121645730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBI40s-XI/AAAAAAAAGTA/CSSBf2C2OWI/s1600/DSC00804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBI40s-XI/AAAAAAAAGTA/CSSBf2C2OWI/s400/DSC00804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489022339840370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBIf3ogSI/AAAAAAAAGS4/gCWP6mf1ARQ/s1600/DSC00806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsBIf3ogSI/AAAAAAAAGS4/gCWP6mf1ARQ/s400/DSC00806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489015641243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to drag krys to make police report too because i accidentally lose her card. I'm pretty sure it got thrown away because it looks like a brochure. It was pretty easy thank god. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's rollie ollie pollie on the picture. The best part about him is that me &amp;amp; krystal get to tease him so much because of his british accent. Super entertaining. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; No, i'm not excited to go UBD like others are. So excited about meeting new friends bla bla bla and being all giddy about it. No, nada, nil. no such feeling existed. I'm just going cause it's something i gotta do. obviously. just another obligation basically. I don't even freaking care about anything seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5652115517582020897?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5652115517582020897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5652115517582020897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5652115517582020897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5652115517582020897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-in-scb.html' title='last day in scb'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/TEsGGzjbIZI/AAAAAAAAGTw/8ydz0OEETwI/s72-c/DSC00789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4426923518471022143</id><published>2010-05-30T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:52:13.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time time time..</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already June in 2 days tome. 2 more months then I won't be working. I really don't know how can i cope not working it's like back to square one. It seems like i'm moving forward with life but not too fast cause i'm going back study for 4 freaking damn years. The independi feeli won't last no more. It's ok, i'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for people, i've realize that i cannot put any expectation because it ruins everything so no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4426923518471022143?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4426923518471022143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4426923518471022143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4426923518471022143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4426923518471022143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-time-time.html' title='time time time..'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-232525354864950859</id><published>2010-05-04T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:23:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good person.</title><content type='html'>I was fuming yesterday because I couldn't find my newly purchased book yesterday and then I found out that it is left in my previous hotel room. Then today my uncle brought me to this place to get some books for awfully cheap price. It's a charity shop. Being there made me think and realize so much things. It's amazing that, that place actually change me in only an half hour time. Everyone there is humble and friendly and eventually people will realize, it's no use to brag, no use to show off, no use to prove how well off you are than others because people don't really care anyway. The important thing is that you're a good person and that's more anyone could ask for to be your friend, some one to depend on. That's all God is hoping for us to be. A good person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-232525354864950859?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/232525354864950859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=232525354864950859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/232525354864950859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/232525354864950859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-person.html' title='Good person.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3578385994105722007</id><published>2010-04-19T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:53:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lubz krystal still ze good onez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRNx9CUoI/AAAAAAAAGSw/pKjKRj7qFEQ/s1600/250qsr6_th.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRNx9CUoI/AAAAAAAAGSw/pKjKRj7qFEQ/s400/250qsr6_th.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461829745283060354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRNmw81pI/AAAAAAAAGSo/fWjr44cFfs4/s1600/DSC05503-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRNmw81pI/AAAAAAAAGSo/fWjr44cFfs4/s400/DSC05503-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461829742279579282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krystal got her wish. The hair stylist chopped off my long long hair. It's still pretty long but.. it was longerrr ok! and somehow it got so much curlier after that. lol. Still fine.. my hair grows pretty fast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRNJyxh_I/AAAAAAAAGSg/7pKzTD_gKBc/s1600/DSC05549-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRNJyxh_I/AAAAAAAAGSg/7pKzTD_gKBc/s400/DSC05549-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461829734502598642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRM9fS0EI/AAAAAAAAGSY/24jKlJaFpHY/s1600/DSC05531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRM9fS0EI/AAAAAAAAGSY/24jKlJaFpHY/s400/DSC05531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461829731199668290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRMefvjzI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/5jaPnfMUiO8/s1600/DSC05561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRMefvjzI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/5jaPnfMUiO8/s400/DSC05561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461829722880053042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea we just got those shades. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3578385994105722007?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3578385994105722007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3578385994105722007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3578385994105722007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3578385994105722007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/04/lubz-krystal-still-ze-good-onez.html' title='lubz krystal still ze good onez.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S8xRNx9CUoI/AAAAAAAAGSw/pKjKRj7qFEQ/s72-c/250qsr6_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4195781391108551263</id><published>2010-04-08T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:18:18.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S73yY-jHPMI/AAAAAAAAGSI/FePFcXamLH4/s1600/Image0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S73yY-jHPMI/AAAAAAAAGSI/FePFcXamLH4/s400/Image0255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457784834363964610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll miss you so much and I miss you already. I miss snuggling you all night and get red eye the next day. I miss hugging you when i'm down when you're the only one who listens to me. I miss you so so so much. It was painful to see you dying in front of my eye. I know you know that the whole family loves you a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4195781391108551263?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4195781391108551263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4195781391108551263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4195781391108551263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4195781391108551263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/04/tabby.html' title='Tabby..'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/S73yY-jHPMI/AAAAAAAAGSI/FePFcXamLH4/s72-c/Image0255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-456752754472387879</id><published>2010-03-28T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:50:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>Hi again! I'm gonna start my usual rant because I just feel like it. I'm currently listening to this beaaaauuuuutiful song by Rock City called Can't hold on anymore. No, it doesn't mean anything to me. I just love it just like how i love that song called baby by Justin "bibir" HAHA! It's damn addictiveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iKuQbXH3_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iKuQbXH3_E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty Ok. I can't stop eating all the time! I just munch munch munch. I love food but it makes me feel so depressing and groggy from overeating all the junkies. For example yesterday, I was suppose to go to Standard Chartered AGM meeting but I didn't go to work and I was on the couch for 5 hours straight watching TV since I woke up at 12. And none the less I ate 2 packets of mee goreng, 2 packets of kinder bueno, 2 packets of Cheezy Balls, 1 cup of milo mix coffee. KO. i texted Nav up that I am not going to the AGM meeting after all because I am a mess. Haha! I went anyway because Navvy was like "NOOOO!!!!!!!! You have to come!" lol ok. :D I'm glad I went too. It was fun. Well quite fun. I like to be in a pretty banquet halls.. dimmed lights (earth hour thingi) with foods. :D :D :D &amp;amp; it's funny that my ex manager or was it supervisor in Rizqun back when I was a part time waitress was serving me drinks. Nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, blogging makes me feel very childish. I can't imagine people reading this blog after they first met me. Lol! They will see a total different loser ish side of Elena. Elena who blog about random boring things because Elena like to talk to self kinda thing. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been ok. I mean there are rough patches but ok. I try not to take people so seriously if they are being rude. I'll just think that I'm either over sensitive or they don't really mean what they did and it's just part of their attitude. So it's all good all good. I hate pay day. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people don't ask so much about credit card statement. Every time when customers come with a blue statement letter asking for explanation shit, i'll be like "OH NEUUUUU...." Cuz honestly, I know nothing and I'mma just pretend that I do. Pls la there's nothing wrong with it -.-! You don't understand, I don't understand but it's correct and no one should question it. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-456752754472387879?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/456752754472387879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=456752754472387879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/456752754472387879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/456752754472387879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/03/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1800655729686325709</id><published>2010-03-11T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:24:23.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does my boss really have to call me up at 9pm?! my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Nav if she's not gonna be on training so soon. I've been with Nav like every single day. Now I feel so lost without her. :( HAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1800655729686325709?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1800655729686325709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1800655729686325709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1800655729686325709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1800655729686325709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/03/does-my-boss-really-have-to-call-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4138317023757208108</id><published>2010-02-27T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:32:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what they don't wanna tell you.</title><content type='html'>Hello blog. I didn't update much or at all anymore is because I feel like I'm repeating the same thing or like I feel constrained to talk about work or life. So that is why I just didn't blog at all anymore because basically my life revolves so much at work or.. jerk. lol! I met jerk after jerk it's no joke. I actually find it funny now hmm.. HAHA! I always manage to meet guys who are attached and i do not know why. so it's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) hi, work is stressful. yada yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;b) work is good today. yada yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;c) jerkkkkkk A&lt;br /&gt;d) jerkkkkkkkkk B&lt;br /&gt;e) jerkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i'm still gonna update now. Partly cause Nav brought it up about me not updating anymore and I should! and also I miss it lah. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever people ask me how's work my answer will be no other than stressful because it is. Someday it's fun when everything goes as it is and it suck when you did some careless shit. Gosh I hate it. Oh well oh well.. as long as the customer get the money in the end, don't bother me and chao.. I'm relieved. Note #1: Never use your own personal phone to text customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted one of my customer to come by and sign some documents and then he kept bugging me when is his cheque comin' out. -____-"! The reason why I even use my phone is because his phone got no credit and I need his signature urgently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad i have 3 days off because of the numerous public holiday! Yay! me love brunei for this. haha! So on Monday, i'll be back at work on my desk and it's gonna be a gooood gooood day.cuz i say it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to UBD this year is not what I plan to initially but guess what, I've applied! hopefully i get in because oh boy, i don't think my job right now is my career at all. I need something more and degree baby can give me the extra choices and extra kaching! IF I don't get in UBD then.. :S I think i'll go to private business school. That's very typical well i don't have much choices. But then again, I don't see any reason why I can't get into UBD cause i am qualified to. ..WHO KNOWWWWWSSS.. maybe my application form eaten by the rat or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've talked about work and going to UBD. As for boys, I can just say.. screw emmmmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad? He's still an ass. YUP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4138317023757208108?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4138317023757208108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4138317023757208108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4138317023757208108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4138317023757208108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-ima-pick-world-up-and-drop-it-at.html' title='I know what they don&apos;t wanna tell you.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8014765573431437596</id><published>2010-01-08T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:20:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can have anything you want in the world.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I ever greeted Happy New Year 2010 in my blog so I'ma do it right now because I feel like it. It's still January so it's not too late for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very awkward when my mom or basically my parents invited someone they don't really know for Chinese New Year. I'm sure they are only SAYING it because they will forget it instantly. More over, it's my EX PRINCIPAL. Like yesterday, I met my ex principal from St Andrew and we were all.. yayy hi hi hi and all. So my mom being all friendly invited her for chinese new year. And like there's a silent pause for 3 seconds really. Then I smartly break the silent by saying, "uh oh we know where to find you. :D" It was bloody awkward situation. Gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In continuation with my Happy New Year greeting in the first paragraph... I am feeling that 2010 will be a great year for me. It's gonna be THE year. I've never felt that way before in any new year. Most of the time is was just another year with celebration but this year, there's an aim and motivation all over for me. I just feel completely completely energized! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when it comes to UNI... hmm I'm not sure about that or will I even go to UNI. I can feel it in my guts that my results will able to get me in UBD though. It's not that I'm so unsure about my result because I'm not that terrible really. I never &lt;b&gt;fail&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;fail&lt;/b&gt; in my test i'm not afraid to say so because honestly, i just don't give a shit about school exams and homework. In my theory, it's just a waste of time. I like to study on my own and do my own thing. I don't need frequent test to test me all the time when I got a big exam coming for me at the end of the year and THAT'S what I'm aiming for and not for same freaking mock exam which don't mean nothing at all to me. Also, I understand I'm not an A student or anything so I don't beat myself up for failing cuz I know what i'm doing. But no one seems to understand. :p Teachers hates me because I'm a lazy brat and rule breaker. Well, petty crimes. Like coloured nail polish and make up. Until now, I still object to that fucking rule. We as individuals needs INDIVIDUALITY so by right, we CAN do whatever we want with our self even tattooing in the middle of our foerhead if it means something to the person by all means, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm just saying yeah. If i fail don't go "HA! Shame on you!". It's just how I felt right now so i'ma disseminate my little thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. that's it. I will apply to UNI though just in case my job doesn't work out this year but I'm really hoping that this job i'm in is my career. I know it's too early to be talking about career and actually in it at such a young age of 19; 20 this year. Twenty... Can't believe that in few months time there's no TEEN on my age count anymore. :( In me, I don't feel any changes at all. I'm still me and yeah... I'm still the same and I don't think I can be as mature as I wish I could be sometimes. I'm an immature person at times. Sometimes I question my knowledge about life because I'm probably not wise as I thought I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not very bothered with guys. lol. Boys are just boys... What can anyone say more in that general topic of BOYS. They hit and run and that's all they ever do. Hit and Run. So girls and homo boys, be careful. These kinda boys appear unnoticed and if you're hit.. catch em and guard yourself and put em to jail. if they manage to run out of jail, let them go and just beware of anyone just like him. :) You get my flow now do ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall stop talking about life and get on about my current situation. I've been interviewed all over and so coincidentally it happened in a few days in a row so there's no break in between. It all went fine. Thanks for asking. :) I've landed a great opportunity to work in Standard Chartered and I'ma start next week on Monday! So exciting. I hope it all went fine and may I not be so clumsy for gudness sake. I must say, ... I'm loving my position title. Personal Financial Consultant sounds pretty fancy I reckon. :p I'm so foolish. haha. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8014765573431437596?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8014765573431437596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8014765573431437596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8014765573431437596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8014765573431437596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-can-have-anything-you-want-in-world.html' title='You can have anything you want in the world.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-9124815163446125222</id><published>2010-01-02T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:19:55.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas day delayed pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i3-Aa-5I/AAAAAAAAGRw/SgFuhyOLaac/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i3-Aa-5I/AAAAAAAAGRw/SgFuhyOLaac/s400/Image148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422161190054460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i3MgreZI/AAAAAAAAGRg/kwUUXkQ_2AE/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i3MgreZI/AAAAAAAAGRg/kwUUXkQ_2AE/s400/Image138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422161176767986066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i2mBcvUI/AAAAAAAAGRY/172nQbTA-gs/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i2mBcvUI/AAAAAAAAGRY/172nQbTA-gs/s400/Image126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422161166436449602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i2eeRNKI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/mA4hjhUGje4/s1600-h/Image157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i2eeRNKI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/mA4hjhUGje4/s400/Image157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422161164409844898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-9124815163446125222?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/9124815163446125222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=9124815163446125222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/9124815163446125222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/9124815163446125222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-day-delayed-pics.html' title='Christmas day delayed pics.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sz9i3-Aa-5I/AAAAAAAAGRw/SgFuhyOLaac/s72-c/Image148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8929515512407425243</id><published>2009-12-31T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:08:49.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piercin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Szt5cpqX9SI/AAAAAAAAGRI/3Ab7Kvyfdvc/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Szt5cpqX9SI/AAAAAAAAGRI/3Ab7Kvyfdvc/s400/Photo+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421060109597406498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup. I have a pink stud! &amp;amp; my new ear rings are coolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, one more day and like it's gonna be a whole new year! How fast can the world speed up. I can't wait to get to work next year. :D Anywhere it may be. For now, I'm just chillinz as I resigned. Tomorrow, I'm gonna go Miri to have a shopping spree! Life's fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta good good feelin 2010's gonna be good. It's gonna be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8929515512407425243?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8929515512407425243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8929515512407425243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8929515512407425243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8929515512407425243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/12/piercin.html' title='piercin'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Szt5cpqX9SI/AAAAAAAAGRI/3Ab7Kvyfdvc/s72-c/Photo+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-522836199793868974</id><published>2009-12-26T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:00:57.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiley cat miao miao miao miao</title><content type='html'>I am HAPPILY resigned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit my resignation letter just now because I found out how unfair it was working there. The reason I continue working there was only for the money and now, there's nothing left there for me to hold on to. And now, I'm free to say, working there is a pain in the ass and the lady boss is the bitch of the bitch of the bitch. :) She can rot in that pit hole for all I care. ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-522836199793868974?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/522836199793868974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=522836199793868974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/522836199793868974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/522836199793868974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/12/smiley-cat-miao-miao-miao-miao.html' title='smiley cat miao miao miao miao'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1936964405100559593</id><published>2009-12-16T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:41:26.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>I don't get it why am I the first thing my boss though of if there is a mistake that came up. Clearly it was the other guy who keep forgetting to do the invoice and punch in the key register wrongly and yet, my friend got the blame for not "looking" after me properly. That fucking suck and I cannot stand it. They shouldn't underestimate me that badly. I'm pretty capable i think. Though, I may look very blur and childish lol. It's not something that I can change can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know how to do what I'm suppose to do! But she can't expect me to know EVERYTHING in the world. Crazy. I haven't been working for 1 year ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1936964405100559593?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1936964405100559593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1936964405100559593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1936964405100559593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1936964405100559593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-2296749331114099577</id><published>2009-12-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:50:32.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a fucking ass, dad.</title><content type='html'>Title owns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-2296749331114099577?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/2296749331114099577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=2296749331114099577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2296749331114099577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2296749331114099577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-fucking-ass-dad.html' title='You&apos;re a fucking ass, dad.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-2058743536175557042</id><published>2009-12-14T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:26:04.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been around the world.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Wow, it's been ages since I wrote on this blog. I have been thinking to quit blogging or maybe switch to a complete new blog. But then yesterday Green Guy and I was browsing my blog archives and then I thought that maybe I should keep this blog longer... until when the time comes that I decide to shut this down for whatever reason it may be. It's nice to browse through my own archives sometimes and I cringe at how stupid I was HAHAHA! I couldn't stand it my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have work today and as a matter of fact(!!!!!!) i am late. :) But I don't mind being late today. I was actually planning to get a sick leave today which makes me more like a lazy ass. I am not lazy though, i just wanna take a day off work on a work day. You know how being absent in school somehow makes a person feel more err... better? It's like a remedy and a feeling like you just wanna leave everything behind. And somehow Sunday and Friday is just not included in "leaving it all behind" kinda thing. LOL! I'm sure some of you guys understand me. Do ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is kinda stressful. I mean, VERY. Times and times again, i just feel like i don't deserve to get the blame because I don't handle the job? So it's pretty much useless if they ask me about some payment or whatever crap that I do not took care of in the first place. It's not that I don't want to take care of it but like, i'm not ASKED to and I wasn't thought HOW to. It's much more easier if I just be in the sales department solely and I don't have to bother about anything else. Sales department ain't bad because I can get sales commission or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me calm is the thought that I am just doing what I can do. After all, I just have to get through 9 hours a day. Also, i really do need the money. I have been working over time at the mall and as a waitress occasionally in Rizqun. Lol! Yup. Waitress me. Have i mention it before? i think i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watch New Moon yesterday!!!!!!!! =D It was good! I don't know why some people are not satisfied with it. They pretty much have everything in the movie that the book mentioned doesn't it? I am ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTELY x100 in Jacob's team. TEAM JACOB WOHOO! haha silly. It's funny he's always Neeeekeeedddd. lol! Yea i get it, he's always "hot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, I totally cut my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SyWTW1pOBAI/AAAAAAAAGRA/Iy-TwQbdB1k/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-12+at+19.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SyWTW1pOBAI/AAAAAAAAGRA/Iy-TwQbdB1k/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-12+at+19.48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414896147549258754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SyWTWe9YzSI/AAAAAAAAGQ4/mafkEq7nk3Y/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-13+at+21.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SyWTWe9YzSI/AAAAAAAAGQ4/mafkEq7nk3Y/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-13+at+21.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414896141459836194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I didn't plan to have that kinda fringe. I wanted a medium length fringe and so i did but it looked like crap! So after mucho complaining, I went in back again and i demanded them to cut it shorter. Lol. i was like, "god my hair look like crap! It's short! Since it already look like crap, i shall cut it shorter. It won't look any crap-er" .... now I'm stuck with this hair for....... I don't wanna think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-2058743536175557042?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/2058743536175557042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=2058743536175557042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2058743536175557042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2058743536175557042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-around-world.html' title='Been around the world.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SyWTW1pOBAI/AAAAAAAAGRA/Iy-TwQbdB1k/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-12+at+19.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4730768290355264010</id><published>2009-11-26T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:07:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me can write a bad romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sw6H-5eg6KI/AAAAAAAAGQo/7Mq2DKRk6Ho/s1600/11437_1267449639389_1024241670_807746_2159097_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sw6H-5eg6KI/AAAAAAAAGQo/7Mq2DKRk6Ho/s400/11437_1267449639389_1024241670_807746_2159097_n-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408409717168990370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an aweeeesome today at lunch because the person behind me, Yazid Monkey, treated me and koko james for lunch today. :b It was coooool. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, take a look at my shirt that i wore in that pic! Roseboy ( i just don't know if i could write his name here ) bought me fishes! 2 fishes! :D 1 of them has the design exactly like my shirt. I was having the, "OH LOOK! it's the same as my shirt!!!!!!!" reaction. And the other one has a neon stripe thing. I wonder if it's glow in the dark. Hmm.. i shall find out soon. LOL! It's called neon somehting fish after all. :D Thank you thank you thank you thank you RB. You the best~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good too! :) It's all going fine. Well, maybe a bit of glitches here and there but then the bottom line is that it's still fine. I'm never bored at work. Well, not yet so far. Somehow filing and filing and filing seems to be fun. HAHAHAHA! well, that's not exactly only what I do. Oh and RB never fails to make my day better too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CHAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4730768290355264010?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4730768290355264010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4730768290355264010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4730768290355264010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4730768290355264010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me-can-write-bad-romance.html' title='You and me can write a bad romance.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sw6H-5eg6KI/AAAAAAAAGQo/7Mq2DKRk6Ho/s72-c/11437_1267449639389_1024241670_807746_2159097_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1301536882065689113</id><published>2009-11-22T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:31:26.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, you don't even know me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Swk8ez8g-lI/AAAAAAAAGQg/hsVY1K_yN8Y/s1600/Photo+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Swk8ez8g-lI/AAAAAAAAGQg/hsVY1K_yN8Y/s400/Photo+46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406919327672760914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last post i blogged about me wanting to work? I worked the next day. =D Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is FULLLLL of drama these days I can't get rid of it. Thank GOD school is over i can just leave it all behind. I am good at pretending nothing happen because I am true to myself, that's all i know. It don't matter to me what other people think of me. Just listen to my word, if i say i don't, it honestly means i don't and didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i have one lovely friend apologizing to me and asking me to stop crying because he got a fling. I on the other hand, wish it was joke because if it ain't a joke, i'm confuse. I had told him a million times that I never fell for him but yet, he insist that I am and I am sad. :) NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW TPAIN!!! I finally see a reason why your nick name is Tpain. I never really figure out why but now I know. YOU ARE A PAIN IN THE ARSE, thus the nick Tpain. :) oh you bloody. He pisses me off so badly because he's asking me to fucking relax all the time and he's asking if i'm hurt. I AM FUCKING NOT HURT YOU IDIOT. I AM NOT SAD. As a matter of fact, I had a great day today and so don't freaking ruin my day by all the idiotic moments you had. You want to rejoice yourself by having an idiotic moment of yourself, DON'T DO IT ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS ANOTHER ASSHO lovely friend of mine just ruin everything for me because he had to go and like me and had the guts to "deny" it leaving the others to put the blame on me. The boy victimize-r Elena. :) Awesome. I am hereeeee to clarify that I am not what that definition is. DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM RANTING YES I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just amaze how many people i managed to push away of my life in SUCH a short time. Boys boys boys.. they just make it hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they could just stick to what they said! Just keep driving and don't turn back, it would be so much easier. As a bonus? They don't make themselves look like an idiot because time and time again, they are deem to be a fucking stupid idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, the above paragraph is not about ALL BOYS but ... most boys. (HAHAHA!) and specifically, it's to the fat one, the sporty one, the chips more one. OK. hope you guys HAVEEE  a nice day and fug your life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1301536882065689113?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1301536882065689113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1301536882065689113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1301536882065689113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1301536882065689113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-you-dont-even-know-me.html' title='baby, you don&apos;t even know me.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Swk8ez8g-lI/AAAAAAAAGQg/hsVY1K_yN8Y/s72-c/Photo+46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6832488977475960627</id><published>2009-11-16T11:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:05:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't want to remember you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SwDKDXd5n8I/AAAAAAAAGPw/I3RaKrS-Y6k/s1600/DSC04063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SwDKDXd5n8I/AAAAAAAAGPw/I3RaKrS-Y6k/s400/DSC04063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404541712032440258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been more than a week that I haven't posted anything. Well, it's nothing much to tell. I'm in my own secluded world which is piled with tons of series, books and wide crappy internet connection. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing new is that now I'm going for straight hair. :D Not so much of an interesting topic is it? haha! My dad has a straightener which, he has been hiding for so damn long time! Only after I bought a straightener for 100 dollar that he went berserk asking me why the hell i buy when he already has one. -_-" Who ask him to hide in his cabinet for first!? Kurazee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when exam was around the corner and I was dying to get it over and now that it is over, it didn't feel much different. To make matter worst, I feel so aimless. :s I just need to do something or something to look forward to. Cuz' right now, it's all so free and I'm feeling super restless! Therefore, I NEED TO WORK. NOW. I'm thinking to go back where I used to work in AV. I just don't know if they still want me again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Masquerade. :D I think it's gonna be nice. Ok, i just can't wait "getting ready" for the night. I guess every girls would love to dress up and stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHH! laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6832488977475960627?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6832488977475960627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6832488977475960627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6832488977475960627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6832488977475960627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-dont-want-to-remember-you.html' title='I just don&apos;t want to remember you.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SwDKDXd5n8I/AAAAAAAAGPw/I3RaKrS-Y6k/s72-c/DSC04063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1394536544492290139</id><published>2009-11-07T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:19:00.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyehhhhhhhhhh word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvVVkburbEI/AAAAAAAAGPY/Q-PSxl8kDqM/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvVVkburbEI/AAAAAAAAGPY/Q-PSxl8kDqM/s400/Image096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401317412507970626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvVVkkRI1hI/AAAAAAAAGPg/DheVnJBR--E/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvVVkkRI1hI/AAAAAAAAGPg/DheVnJBR--E/s400/Image097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401317414799988242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, before you think I'm weird for wearing this shawl on the day time; I weren't. Lol! I just bought that and we just took it out and nye nye nye. lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Today is awesomeeeee. :D Went out with bestie sort of unplanned and we ended up wandering around looking for pretty dresses. and by the way, the cineplex suck ass can?! They don't have any good movies and it's dominated by malay films. NYEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bout it. I have to lock myself up and study seriously. no kidding! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1394536544492290139?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1394536544492290139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1394536544492290139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1394536544492290139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1394536544492290139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/11/nyehhhhhhhhhh-word.html' title='nyehhhhhhhhhh word.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvVVkburbEI/AAAAAAAAGPY/Q-PSxl8kDqM/s72-c/Image096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-12175120306846728</id><published>2009-11-05T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:11:08.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Waw.. i am majorly fucked. I just hope I'm not TOTALLY screwed. I haven't been studying at all! All this series just won't met me ya' know. It's so addictive. I have english lit exam tomorrow and I don't even know what is it about. Julius caesar? jane Eyre or a view from the bridge??? Right. If only anyone could tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-12175120306846728?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/12175120306846728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=12175120306846728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/12175120306846728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/12175120306846728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/11/uhhhhhh.html' title='uhhhhhh'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1736263771728325624</id><published>2009-11-03T18:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:38:28.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEgAoSF7I/AAAAAAAAGPA/a4b3rlpNYVQ/s1600-h/DSC03872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEgAoSF7I/AAAAAAAAGPA/a4b3rlpNYVQ/s400/DSC03872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399820901188507570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was pretty awesome! At Damuan there was fireworks and people giving away those thing you see in the picture onto the river. I don't really know why.. maybe some kind of festival or something. But my family did participate in it! It's my first time this year and i've never seen this before! So yea pretty amazing to see the river filled with lots of floating man-made lilies with candles lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEf0XeYyI/AAAAAAAAGO4/XMKyElkF6Ec/s1600-h/DSC03880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEf0XeYyI/AAAAAAAAGO4/XMKyElkF6Ec/s400/DSC03880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399820897896784674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEfjLaJjI/AAAAAAAAGOw/r673PlG3JfQ/s1600-h/DSC03882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEfjLaJjI/AAAAAAAAGOw/r673PlG3JfQ/s400/DSC03882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399820893282772530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAHuwEQ-7I/AAAAAAAAGPI/2dkPsoB6ZRM/s1600-h/DSC03895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAHuwEQ-7I/AAAAAAAAGPI/2dkPsoB6ZRM/s400/DSC03895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399824452975393714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAHvK59vII/AAAAAAAAGPQ/ZgSauCrxs8s/s1600-h/DSC03894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAHvK59vII/AAAAAAAAGPQ/ZgSauCrxs8s/s400/DSC03894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399824460179946626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEew93KWI/AAAAAAAAGOg/ccQ6No856gY/s1600-h/DSC03888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEew93KWI/AAAAAAAAGOg/ccQ6No856gY/s400/DSC03888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399820879804180834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1736263771728325624?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1736263771728325624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1736263771728325624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1736263771728325624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1736263771728325624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/11/lights.html' title='lights'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SvAEgAoSF7I/AAAAAAAAGPA/a4b3rlpNYVQ/s72-c/DSC03872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-2819052495765716958</id><published>2009-10-29T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:33:33.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; we are just breakable, breakable, breakable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNNNNNNBELIEVABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OOOO&lt;/span&gt; my god. I am SO ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "what's up?" and then the reply comes, "ceiling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATHEFUG. REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the person "what's up?" when he clicked on me and then he answered me "ceiling". OK?! I can be nice; i told him to not be lame "kiddingly" which of course there's a truth within it. A BIG DAMN TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he pretty much go over the board by saying, "wat.. true ma. up is ceiling ma.." fufufufufufu! How stoopid! and then he jump further by asking, "ha ha.. kek dao ah...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically explains WHYYYYY i don't click with chinese people. Yea, because I'm too unfunny to get their stupid idiot wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can deal poklen more than chinese people. I don't mean to be racist, I'm chinese myself if you haven't noticed. I'm not touching that topic but you all know what I mean right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. OVER.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the greatest thing today. I didn't sit for my exam! I did went to school though. I went in the exam hall and then i told the teacher I don't want to sit for my exam and he's like :O:O:O:O -priceless. AHAHA! He's like, "what?! NO. Cannot! O_O" hahahaaha i gotta laugh for a few seconds only then told him very fast before he explode. lol! If you know the reason then it won't look so much like a rebellious act. so yea and then he marked me absent "technically" yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SultHk4dIDI/AAAAAAAAGNw/ACMsOhMi5RE/s1600-h/DSC03552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SultHk4dIDI/AAAAAAAAGNw/ACMsOhMi5RE/s400/DSC03552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397965605307228210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys want to see right? haha. there. not very attractive yet lol. so gooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sulr3dBwmUI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/JDXjilajdwA/s1600-h/DSC03554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sulr3dBwmUI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/JDXjilajdwA/s400/DSC03554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397964228809234754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture because my dad look very humane here. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sulr3GBoDOI/AAAAAAAAGNI/CZ4sQMS4OoU/s1600-h/Image0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sulr3GBoDOI/AAAAAAAAGNI/CZ4sQMS4OoU/s400/Image0223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397964222634659042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SulsuI4eFdI/AAAAAAAAGNg/f_VbIDppWHo/s1600-h/DSC03561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SulsuI4eFdI/AAAAAAAAGNg/f_VbIDppWHo/s400/DSC03561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397965168294368722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need to have a picture for today. :D Makes the day more worth it. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-2819052495765716958?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/2819052495765716958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=2819052495765716958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2819052495765716958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2819052495765716958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-just-breakable-breakable.html' title='&amp; we are just breakable, breakable, breakable.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SultHk4dIDI/AAAAAAAAGNw/ACMsOhMi5RE/s72-c/DSC03552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-2958469768010889113</id><published>2009-10-29T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:45:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love is too big for you, my love.</title><content type='html'>I got my history exam tomorrow (technically, today; later) and I'm up now at this ungodly hour of 2 20 AM. I intend to skip it I really do; be absent. But it's so unethical to skip exam. I'm pretty sure I won't get an A because the best i can do is B which, I don't even expect to even dream about it but I somehow got it and I still don't know how. Consider myself lucky and God is with me. Speaking of which, in every question paper I got in the exam hall, the first thing i would write is, "God is with me," at the back of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my mom, my oldest brother along with his wife will be going off to Bintulu to visit my aunt whom is in hospital right now; so when I wake up tomorrow, my mom will not be beside me and I'm gonna be alone for the whole week. Well, my dad's gonna be here but he doesn't make much of a presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mentioned, my dad was held in hospital for 3 days and I felt really guilty because I didn't visit him at all. :| At least I did intend to but .. i don't really have a great excuse so I don't want to say. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i'm all alone in my room, I would wish I have someone to talk to. And there goes me missing those times when I always have someone to talk to on the phone. Well not always.. not like random people but yea what I'm saying is there is always someone. lol. Krystal would understand. Now I'm a content lonely person. Is that even possible? Look how the words contradict each other in a sentence. HAHA! only sometimes. only sometimes. :) I had my days when i feel unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye. Goodnite all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-2958469768010889113?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/2958469768010889113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=2958469768010889113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2958469768010889113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2958469768010889113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-love-is-too-big-for-you-my-love.html' title='My love is too big for you, my love.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1172123549195637659</id><published>2009-10-28T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:54:17.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new puppppieeeesss</title><content type='html'>My dog is pregnant all along and non of my family knew about it. LOL. It indeed took us by surprise when my maid notice my dog was conceiving pups and she yelled and I was at the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have 4 new pups! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better be pretty when it grows up. I don't expect it to be nice though -_- cause my dog "husband's" is just one of the random dogs........... ergh ok. Don't want to talk about it. Talking about dogs somehow makes me feel a bit ewwie. It's just gross when you think about it.. you know. If you know what I'm thinking that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much prefer cats. Gay cats preferably. LOL! So they don't get horny and... stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1172123549195637659?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1172123549195637659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1172123549195637659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1172123549195637659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1172123549195637659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-puppppieeeesss.html' title='new puppppieeeesss'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4141300005613496100</id><published>2009-10-26T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:58:27.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So nice So smart.</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood to blog. Blog about what I do not know. Lol. I'm feeling empty all the time therefore I'm not driven to say anything at all except all the random petty things that is not very exciting at all really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. Let's start with my exam. :) HA. Sociology is over! YAY! I really really really hope I could get a B. :S Like, I really DO! Because.. I need 3 Cs alright; but I am doubtful of my history. History is a freaking crazy subject I don't even know where to start! It be cool if I have an idea where to start, what to study like I do for sociology or economic; but history? My God, GIVE ME A SIGN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been staying up late until 3 everyday since there is no school stopping me. It feels great actually. LOL. It feels like my day are longer. Plus I don't sleep in for some reason. I stick to just 8 to 9 hours of sleep and I'll be up automatically. I don't know how people can sleep for 14 hours like James Bourne in Busted could. O YEA! I remember the times when I was majorly obsessed with Busted that I read all their interviews and squeal over how cute they are. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I've been thinking.. you know sometimes i wonder that the friends I &lt;s&gt;used to&lt;/s&gt; have just don't do for me anymore. I mean like yes, I still love them to bits but situation have changed. Maybe I'm just not who I used to be anymore and some have probably noticed that I somehow disintegrate from the group. It's just that the things we used to talk about kind of made me repel to join because it's out of my element; used to maybe but not anymore. Well, it's not the end. Talks are just one thing. Sure they are many things that still hold friends together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight! Random photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9fJMSQtI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/UUFLhATcOMY/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9fJMSQtI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/UUFLhATcOMY/s400/DSC03333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396576227493561042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9e7ttI8I/AAAAAAAAGMI/xp6LDJ_gN74/s1600-h/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9e7ttI8I/AAAAAAAAGMI/xp6LDJ_gN74/s400/DSC03321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396576223875638210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is too cold so Tabby went to my closet for comfort. haha! Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9fpIOHFI/AAAAAAAAGMY/tERnOxVngZw/s1600-h/freddie_skins_ep5_season3_freddie2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9fpIOHFI/AAAAAAAAGMY/tERnOxVngZw/s400/freddie_skins_ep5_season3_freddie2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396576236066446418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I la la love this man. Do not know his name. I hasn't find that out yet lol. So much for love eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9f1w6tiI/AAAAAAAAGMg/DgxfQjCwJjo/s1600-h/DSC03292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9f1w6tiI/AAAAAAAAGMg/DgxfQjCwJjo/s400/DSC03292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396576239458367010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR-K2e2JgI/AAAAAAAAGM4/zK7YDxEl8dY/s1600-h/9434_1263912919636_1284128048_791779_5809702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR-K2e2JgI/AAAAAAAAGM4/zK7YDxEl8dY/s400/9434_1263912919636_1284128048_791779_5809702_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396576978385380866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9gaKAroI/AAAAAAAAGMo/l5_RYocXQ7Y/s1600-h/DSC03305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9gaKAroI/AAAAAAAAGMo/l5_RYocXQ7Y/s400/DSC03305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396576249227292290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR-KQduehI/AAAAAAAAGMw/b4R0-2TLVhA/s1600-h/DSC03290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR-KQduehI/AAAAAAAAGMw/b4R0-2TLVhA/s400/DSC03290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396576968180136466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above photos are like 2 weeks ago perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvGYYg40Ijw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvGYYg40Ijw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground, so why do I try?&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna fall down.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could fly, so why do I drown?&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4141300005613496100?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4141300005613496100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4141300005613496100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4141300005613496100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4141300005613496100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-nice-so-smart.html' title='So nice So smart.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SuR9fJMSQtI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/UUFLhATcOMY/s72-c/DSC03333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5544883466987294564</id><published>2009-10-21T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:35:19.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/St7_14itGdI/AAAAAAAAGMA/MAl4p0poLPA/s1600-h/DSC03408-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/St7_14itGdI/AAAAAAAAGMA/MAl4p0poLPA/s400/DSC03408-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395030704812530130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Bestie. Thanks for the pizza and everything. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that cartoon meatball movie. It's so freaking funny! I wish that raining foods really exist haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5544883466987294564?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5544883466987294564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5544883466987294564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5544883466987294564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5544883466987294564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-18th.html' title='your 18th'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/St7_14itGdI/AAAAAAAAGMA/MAl4p0poLPA/s72-c/DSC03408-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5922794806399474406</id><published>2009-10-13T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:36:18.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o-k. u need to drop it now.</title><content type='html'>It's so much easier to get on with life when i finally know the truth. It's more like I finally make sense out of an unsolved mystery that i've been clinging on to. OK! All said and done and I'm great.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am not bitter. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta make myself a cup of coffee later so i can stay up late and study. ...... hopefully.&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/25862700-5922794806399474406?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5922794806399474406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5922794806399474406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5922794806399474406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5922794806399474406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-k-u-need-to-drop-it-now.html' title='o-k. u need to drop it now.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-186391534379598271</id><published>2009-10-11T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:27:24.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i just said, "dude, your perspective on life sucks."</title><content type='html'>FIRST EXAM TOMORROW!! YAY. I am excited. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see.. after tomorrow, I can junk off my AS notes on Sociology. =D It's like 20 percent off burden then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wish me luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been studying today. I've been bumming around, felt sick and only now that I am better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i gotta work yesterday and it was tirrrrring. I guess it's the effect of not working for like a month. I was freaking sleepy working and the foods! waw! It was intolerance. And so.. I did steal a couple of cookies. And now, i just hope that no one from work reads my blog. Over all, it was cool. It's great to see everyone there after break for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm going off. bye bye. Wish me luckkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-186391534379598271?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/186391534379598271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=186391534379598271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/186391534379598271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/186391534379598271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-just-said-dude-your-perspective.html' title='And i just said, &quot;dude, your perspective on life sucks.&quot;'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3715446397174593348</id><published>2009-10-09T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:42:48.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know &gt; feel</title><content type='html'>Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out the whole day with mummy. My dad just got a new possession; a car. I haven't mention, my oldest brother too. It took me quite a while to notice my brother's new car. I didn't know he got a new car until I finally asked, "whose car is that black colour one? koko friend ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i don't know what kind of car they got. I'm very car illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just got into an accident which badly crushed the vehicle's front but he's fine. Funny thing is, the accident happen took place just outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pretty new ear piece. :D Happyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't feel like going to last day of school tomorrow, I had to. Sigh. Gotta give back some notes to my friend. Ok, I can at least wake up late. But oh gosh, the burdennnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3715446397174593348?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3715446397174593348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3715446397174593348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3715446397174593348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3715446397174593348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/know-feel.html' title='know &gt; feel'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5810266701736238968</id><published>2009-10-08T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:31:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're an idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Ss3I9cFOEHI/AAAAAAAAGLk/sCypmIDZKYw/s1600-h/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Ss3I9cFOEHI/AAAAAAAAGLk/sCypmIDZKYw/s400/DSC03145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390185286868013170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Ss3I-DAlWfI/AAAAAAAAGLs/9JdXny8nqvY/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Ss3I-DAlWfI/AAAAAAAAGLs/9JdXny8nqvY/s400/DSC03152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390185297317550578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think this random shot is a really good picture, somehow. :D Those are my nephews playing with Tang Lung. um.. I have 3 lil' nephews living in the same roof with me. All my cousins are grown up! Some even close to 50 and they are my FIRST cousin; strange. Unlike normal peeps, they have cousins that are almost the same range of age as they are. Nephew on the other hand, are WAY too young. And by mean young, i mean baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, i'm not close with any of my nephews. If any, I'm annoyed with them. I don't like kids. Wait, I DO! ... only very rarely. Mostly no though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like kids who don't cry, don't ask question, don't stare, don't scream, don't wail and most importantly, polite. Oh GOSH! I hate rude kids. I feel like throwing them into the ocean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been studying nope. Actually, I don't even know if i am studying at all. I do but.. it's not enough? To add in my point, I didn't enter any of my classes today. Ha. I'm horrible I know. Ok, i am not gonna whine and be miserable. It's my own fault anyway. I've got enough. My days are so gloomy recently and i've been feelin' so isolated. I can be with 100 people around me and yet, i still feel the same way it's killin me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5810266701736238968?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5810266701736238968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5810266701736238968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5810266701736238968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5810266701736238968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-idiot.html' title='You&apos;re an idiot.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Ss3I9cFOEHI/AAAAAAAAGLk/sCypmIDZKYw/s72-c/DSC03145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3449875405813770445</id><published>2009-10-04T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:08:09.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly is me.</title><content type='html'>I'm happy if i can think of a good title for a blog post even if it's a shitty post. I somehow like a nice title. I can spend like 10 minutes to get a good title. lol. I do not know whyyyy&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Colbie Caillat. I just downloaded her album and it's gurrrreat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Tang Lung day and it's pretty fun. Well, there's lots of BBQ chicken. lol. I'm such a carnivore yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; that's all I gotta say. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall make a vow to speak little less. I am feeling quiteeeeee guilty right now for being so called 'nice' but I don't know if I am. Um.. my intention are? Atleast. =/ oh nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3449875405813770445?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3449875405813770445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3449875405813770445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3449875405813770445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3449875405813770445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-grace-kelly-grace-kelly-is-me.html' title='I am Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly is me.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3426456931754387740</id><published>2009-10-01T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:29:51.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IS IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAARK. the only thing i can see is my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored someone entertain me plz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3426456931754387740?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3426456931754387740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3426456931754387740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3426456931754387740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3426456931754387740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-in-daaaaaaaaaaaaark.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5276085355668284230</id><published>2009-09-30T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:34:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg-_hGJMI/AAAAAAAAGLM/uDj05faUqaE/s1600-h/Image0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg-_hGJMI/AAAAAAAAGLM/uDj05faUqaE/s400/Image0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387185845839471810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg-XZr93I/AAAAAAAAGLE/zNoKEiDJvYo/s1600-h/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg-XZr93I/AAAAAAAAGLE/zNoKEiDJvYo/s400/DSC03105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387185835070977906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg9U50sCI/AAAAAAAAGK0/kSAG_jY62gs/s1600-h/DSC03094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg9U50sCI/AAAAAAAAGK0/kSAG_jY62gs/s400/DSC03094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387185817220591650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMkpK_bN2I/AAAAAAAAGLc/AerlS4yOj4c/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMkpK_bN2I/AAAAAAAAGLc/AerlS4yOj4c/s400/DSC03110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387189869008861026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg_SGZmYI/AAAAAAAAGLU/Kyfh7FVumqM/s1600-h/Image0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg_SGZmYI/AAAAAAAAGLU/Kyfh7FVumqM/s400/Image0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387185850827774338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pic. Pic from the last time me and Krysta hung out which is last Sunday and monks from Taiwan that came to Limbang which then i have to stand 3 hours of chanting. And yes, thats a damn huge lighter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5276085355668284230?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5276085355668284230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5276085355668284230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5276085355668284230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5276085355668284230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SsMg-_hGJMI/AAAAAAAAGLM/uDj05faUqaE/s72-c/Image0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6945570918764986851</id><published>2009-09-26T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:18:33.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will live to tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'If there's something you want, ask God for it and if it is right for you it will come at the right time of your life. It won't come to your struggle or your effort. It will come at the mercy and the grace of God.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Joyce Meyer. She's awesome. She's worthy to be youtube-d and listen. Go on.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only today I realize that tomorrow is my last day of holiday. WHUT! :( I do NOT want to go to school. As much as I miss my friends, I'm too comfy bumming and I just want to pause time for a moment and take a time off. Ye feel me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an AWESOME day today with Navvy, Farah and Jaqy. :) Yes, yes I do! Actually went to Raya today! lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sociology progress however is DULL. Btw, if you wonder why do i keep revising Socio only is because my very first exam is indeed Sociology. So, yes I am... i want to say doom but I will not say so because I shall have faith. AHAAHA deep. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6945570918764986851?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6945570918764986851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6945570918764986851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6945570918764986851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6945570918764986851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-will-live-to-tell.html' title='You will live to tell.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6118788983223995448</id><published>2009-09-24T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:01:00.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn straight!</title><content type='html'>Wew i haven't been studying for days and I am eating way too many. I feel like crap. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbang post-mantra thing was fun. It's just not fun when you have to stand or sit politely chanting and listening to the mantra thing. FOR 3 HOURS PLUZ. It's exciting at first cuz' I get to see monks (all the way from Taiwan) and yea.. it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the car ride at 12 am with Nana's friend searching for Colgate was fun too. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! I went to raya just now and it was funny! my god I can't stop laughing. Mom's friend are just so funny. haha and and and and and I GOT STRAIGHT HAIR!!! Oh gosh i miss my straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Srt4IKAtO6I/AAAAAAAAGKc/Cx4Q0QkXf_0/s1600-h/cccccccccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Srt4IKAtO6I/AAAAAAAAGKc/Cx4Q0QkXf_0/s400/cccccccccc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029860973165474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Srt6bBIhM1I/AAAAAAAAGKs/wNtsGh3AaQM/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Srt6bBIhM1I/AAAAAAAAGKs/wNtsGh3AaQM/s400/DSC03081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385032384030782290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6118788983223995448?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6118788983223995448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6118788983223995448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6118788983223995448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6118788983223995448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-straight.html' title='damn straight!'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Srt4IKAtO6I/AAAAAAAAGKc/Cx4Q0QkXf_0/s72-c/cccccccccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-2271801913999188968</id><published>2009-09-22T19:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:01:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jshaskdljasdlakjdaffasda jumbled up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sri4cAV2pXI/AAAAAAAAGJk/t9GVW8XPlQ8/s1600-h/DSC02939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sri4cAV2pXI/AAAAAAAAGJk/t9GVW8XPlQ8/s400/DSC02939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384256145788937586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sri41Rzv-hI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/mra4iEe7ttI/s1600-h/DSC02973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sri41Rzv-hI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/mra4iEe7ttI/s400/DSC02973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384256579974461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i wish exam is over. Studying is a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sri4bbYiAlI/AAAAAAAAGJU/Tbt6XDP_Q7Q/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sri4bbYiAlI/AAAAAAAAGJU/Tbt6XDP_Q7Q/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384256135868056146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me, I have to collect an umbrella from faceshop. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to that golf place just now for the first time with my mom to meet someone. I just feel like saying you know; like wew! i never been there. I never been to many places. I'm like a cave girl. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been doing that, "just go for it" motto and it's so energy taking. I'm a very lazy person okay. It's not like i did sport no, nothing like that. I'm hopeless in that area. I'm not gonna go on detail lol. It's nothing and I did nothing because in the end, i refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going Limbang tomorrow I think. For a day? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i don't even want to go but I'm going for the sake of going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking..been thinking. I'm a pretty boring person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-2271801913999188968?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/2271801913999188968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=2271801913999188968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2271801913999188968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2271801913999188968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-chu-know-it-takes-more.html' title='jshaskdljasdlakjdaffasda jumbled up'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sri4cAV2pXI/AAAAAAAAGJk/t9GVW8XPlQ8/s72-c/DSC02939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8112454451694628881</id><published>2009-09-21T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:33:12.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brilliant idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrcsCdVWxsI/AAAAAAAAGJE/mTYuXekRGB0/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrcsCdVWxsI/AAAAAAAAGJE/mTYuXekRGB0/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383820300290279106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. This way, i won't be swayed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8112454451694628881?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8112454451694628881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8112454451694628881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8112454451694628881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8112454451694628881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brilliant-idea.html' title='My brilliant idea.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrcsCdVWxsI/AAAAAAAAGJE/mTYuXekRGB0/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5016023157677599706</id><published>2009-09-20T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:59:52.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard Your Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrZRAhwZpmI/AAAAAAAAGI0/G4noiUS-Pko/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrZRAhwZpmI/AAAAAAAAGI0/G4noiUS-Pko/s400/Photo+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383579474071234146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like my layout now. It's crappy but the erm.. title/heading/whatever is what it's worth. And i'm now off to read Sociology. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, i watched boxing in box office for like 3 hours in the morning. LOL. It's that Marquez and Mayweather match thingi that everyone been fanatic about so I'm like ok, watch anyway with my dad and brother. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM: Marry a boxer. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are freezing and I hope I don't fall asleep reading. It happens ALL THE TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5016023157677599706?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5016023157677599706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5016023157677599706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5016023157677599706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5016023157677599706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/guard-your-heart.html' title='Guard Your Heart.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrZRAhwZpmI/AAAAAAAAGI0/G4noiUS-Pko/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6058374739399918619</id><published>2009-09-19T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:37:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yaluz.</title><content type='html'>Guess whose baaaaaaaaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana just got back like uh last 2 days? Yez. Goodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL has turn her into something else. She converse in English like most of the time now sometime. Most of the time, sometime. It's a little odd for me but it's good since we get along better now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been fine! Somehow i've realize some stuff today and it's sorting me out. So i'm good. very good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZ5yg6OWI/AAAAAAAAGIM/2My-VU-Dd2g/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZ5yg6OWI/AAAAAAAAGIM/2My-VU-Dd2g/s400/Photo+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383167041450162530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZZDKucLI/AAAAAAAAGH8/mxs4mDhax0c/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZZDKucLI/AAAAAAAAGH8/mxs4mDhax0c/s400/DSC02762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383166478984835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZYin4cQI/AAAAAAAAGHs/Isdi0B5isT4/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZYin4cQI/AAAAAAAAGHs/Isdi0B5isT4/s400/DSC02748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383166470248755458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZZj0NrKI/AAAAAAAAGIE/zPcHZpsIMos/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZZj0NrKI/AAAAAAAAGIE/zPcHZpsIMos/s400/DSC02751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383166487748783266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wawaaaaaaaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZZDKucLI/AAAAAAAAGH8/mxs4mDhax0c/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZZDKucLI/AAAAAAAAGH8/mxs4mDhax0c/s400/DSC02762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383166478984835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZYzgRwmI/AAAAAAAAGH0/b432QZ79weo/s1600-h/DSC02776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZYzgRwmI/AAAAAAAAGH0/b432QZ79weo/s400/DSC02776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383166474780263010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenhon. Nana's sparkly new boyfie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawa's cool. He brought us to uh.. Serasa beach? Not to forget, with his awesome ride. Believe it or not, I've never been there before! If i might have, it's prolly when I was a toddler or something! Lol. I've been in cage for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im gonna go back to series. I've just got major headache when I woke up at 5. Prolly from over sleeping and it feels like crap! So no, not going to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6058374739399918619?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6058374739399918619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6058374739399918619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6058374739399918619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6058374739399918619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/yaluz.html' title='yaluz.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SrTZ5yg6OWI/AAAAAAAAGIM/2My-VU-Dd2g/s72-c/Photo+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5811411780512036103</id><published>2009-09-17T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:38:47.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why some girls stay single.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://melodymaker.posterous.com/the-reason-some-girls-stay-single-very-funny"&gt;http://melodymaker.posterous.com/the-reason-some-girls-stay-single-very-funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE TO LISTEN. GAHAHAHA THIS SHIT CRACKED ME UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5811411780512036103?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5811411780512036103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5811411780512036103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5811411780512036103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5811411780512036103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-some-girls-stay-single.html' title='why some girls stay single.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7271680464122786357</id><published>2009-09-15T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:03:58.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We had our time baby.</title><content type='html'>Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I need to study. I've gone 3 days without studying at all and I feel awfully guilty and yet, I'm still here. Internet's a bitch man. But it doesn't help that I'm so in love with it. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I study everyday lol. It's just that I do read like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b i t s  a n d  p i e c e s&lt;/span&gt; of anything I can find. I don't &lt;b&gt;plan&lt;/b&gt; what to study and all that cuz' in the end I just can't follow. I actually read just like how I read novels so yea, it doesn't always go in my brain. But that's the way it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayai gott a tumblr recently and I just don't remember how addictive it could be. I've been spending every minute every second in tumblr. Seriously yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sq8DZK-jG8I/AAAAAAAAGHc/43ach0NshMA/s1600-h/tumblr_kpz4gsjVuX1qzr91ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sq8DZK-jG8I/AAAAAAAAGHc/43ach0NshMA/s400/tumblr_kpz4gsjVuX1qzr91ro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381523810709347266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:S I do that a lot. I tend to stare at girls, not guys mind you. I'm not even lesbian for that matter. I just tend to stare at them. it's not like i want to find flaws in them, to intimidate them (not that I could ANYWAY), to appear unfriendly or creepy. I just did it unconsciously. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i give love to Kanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sq8DZupmWmI/AAAAAAAAGHk/rldcN5G4kPM/s1600-h/450px-kanye-west-808-heartbreak-album-3-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sq8DZupmWmI/AAAAAAAAGHk/rldcN5G4kPM/s400/450px-kanye-west-808-heartbreak-album-3-225x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381523820285155938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still awesome and I don't think what Kanye did is totally ruthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-7271680464122786357?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7271680464122786357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7271680464122786357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7271680464122786357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7271680464122786357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-had-our-time-baby.html' title='We had our time baby.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sq8DZK-jG8I/AAAAAAAAGHc/43ach0NshMA/s72-c/tumblr_kpz4gsjVuX1qzr91ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7836155327482959995</id><published>2009-09-12T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:34:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally wired</title><content type='html'>I can't get over the quote made by House's bestfriend (lazy to recall his name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was complaining about House being too overly happy or some sort like that and he replied, "ok maybe he's just in a good mood or he has got a tremendous bowl movement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! bowl movement???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny no?Funny no?Funny no?Funny no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just got Photoshop Lighthouse and I'm such a dork. It's sooooo fun that I run out of pictures to edit LOLS. Also, I got Sim3 downloaded and finally i get it working YAY! But it's so slow that I get so frustrated I shut it down. Sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mention that today is the last day of school!!! Which, I didn't go anyway. Not bothered to go. First thing first, there was this prayer thing going on for the Muslim so I would be left alone isolated. It's not like I have much non-Muslim friends in school so that does not help my situation. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqusMXpvcDI/AAAAAAAAGHE/2M_yG7pf1jU/s1600-h/Image0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqusMXpvcDI/AAAAAAAAGHE/2M_yG7pf1jU/s400/Image0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380583508331687986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Squu8QyAMdI/AAAAAAAAGHU/j7wdizQM6Dw/s1600-h/DSC02171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Squu8QyAMdI/AAAAAAAAGHU/j7wdizQM6Dw/s400/DSC02171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586530144268754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;uh oh I just created a new email for myself and it's lenaword@hotmail.com, if I hadn't add someone I SHOULD add then just add me up. I created a new one because my current one is like packed with strangers emails and not so strangers emails whom I simply don't chat with anymore. I could delete but it's easier to add those whom i actually err "care" msn-wise. ANDDDD why i create another email is also cause, I actually had to wait for WEEKS to be able to accept invitation successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol those weeks make a lot of difference. what if someone actually want to ask me out but after waiting for weeks they wudn't anymore? HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAA! That was me joking you get it???? It's not really happening I'm just kididng. lol!&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/25862700-7836155327482959995?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7836155327482959995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7836155327482959995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7836155327482959995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7836155327482959995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/totally-wired.html' title='Totally wired'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqusMXpvcDI/AAAAAAAAGHE/2M_yG7pf1jU/s72-c/Image0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5779074309231970134</id><published>2009-09-07T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:56:18.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqTwG5vy0uI/AAAAAAAAGGs/2IduZfQWK2s/s1600-h/skins-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqTwG5vy0uI/AAAAAAAAGGs/2IduZfQWK2s/s400/skins-cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378687856358380258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who watch Skins??!?!?!?!? Man, I LOVE LOVE LOVE SKINS! Like to the MAX. I've been watching all day long man. Haven't bothered to open up my book to study yet. Anyway, watch Skins! It's like fuckinggggg good. I love Sid the most! Besides him, all the characters are cool in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm pretty much jobless at home. I didn't feel like going out; too and to think of it, I barely go out this year. This is probably the year when I least go out. I like the serenity. It hasn't got me mad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop eating mee goreng. Lol! I finished up 5 packets of mee goreng.. with Krystal of course. And another two today. Like wowww. And stop buying Kinder Bueno! It's like my daily vitamin or something. I ate a packet a day. :S:S:S I guess everyone knew that I like kinder bueno so much so they bought me and also my dad. Oh yes, Thanks Aaron and Ziq. :) And ibi i think. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And it's breakin' my heart in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Because I never wanna see you sad, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Don't be a bad girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But if you wanna leave, take good care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wild world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5779074309231970134?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5779074309231970134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5779074309231970134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5779074309231970134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5779074309231970134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-forget-me.html' title='Don&apos;t forget me.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqTwG5vy0uI/AAAAAAAAGGs/2IduZfQWK2s/s72-c/skins-cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5510129798047406245</id><published>2009-09-06T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:19:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava. EEEPPPP! lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqOzB8AY-3I/AAAAAAAAGF8/WXkIyiWVksw/s1600-h/6930_125829293257_509843257_2338580_6126920_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqOzB8AY-3I/AAAAAAAAGF8/WXkIyiWVksw/s400/6930_125829293257_509843257_2338580_6126920_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378339225879509874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqOzVDdT7TI/AAAAAAAAGGE/dnggp_q0ySk/s1600-h/6930_125829558257_509843257_2338625_8138389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqOzVDdT7TI/AAAAAAAAGGE/dnggp_q0ySk/s400/6930_125829558257_509843257_2338625_8138389_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378339554297376050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krysta came to my house today so I can take pictures of her for her art. It was AWESUME! Very fun actually. I get to be a photographer for a day! HAHA! And I must say the pictures are pretty good...*silent* hahahahah! Such a boast. Well, Krystal look pretty so it's not very hard to get a decent photo. Not to forget, thanks to my make up skillz. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal's question of the day, "wow. how many make up stuff do u have???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufficient i guess. :p I want moreeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out 5 minutes ago that tomorrow is a public holiday which means, I HAVE NO SCHOOL! YESSSSS! Why didn't ANYBODY tell me this!?! Seriously! Do i really have to know that there's no school at 9 PM?? Omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5510129798047406245?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5510129798047406245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5510129798047406245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5510129798047406245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5510129798047406245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-your-flava-tell-me-whats-your.html' title='What&apos;s your flava? Tell me what&apos;s your flava. EEEPPPP! lol.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqOzB8AY-3I/AAAAAAAAGF8/WXkIyiWVksw/s72-c/6930_125829293257_509843257_2338580_6126920_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7837208574751127257</id><published>2009-09-04T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:02:21.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqENg784eZI/AAAAAAAAGFM/roDuD_NchBo/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqENg784eZI/AAAAAAAAGFM/roDuD_NchBo/s400/DSC01764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377594289557109138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqENgaBrKFI/AAAAAAAAGFE/cIaeXaXiEvo/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqENgaBrKFI/AAAAAAAAGFE/cIaeXaXiEvo/s400/DSC01766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377594280450402386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqEOCBHLDxI/AAAAAAAAGFk/IIhTk7YHuqY/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqEOCBHLDxI/AAAAAAAAGFk/IIhTk7YHuqY/s400/DSC01760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377594857878130450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqEOf2-ncaI/AAAAAAAAGF0/Xw6rsZwPUBI/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqEOf2-ncaI/AAAAAAAAGF0/Xw6rsZwPUBI/s400/DSC01762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377595370553962914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqENf7TpbUI/AAAAAAAAGE8/18tTT3qP2LM/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqENf7TpbUI/AAAAAAAAGE8/18tTT3qP2LM/s400/DSC01775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377594272204287298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had an awesome day today. :D And nothing change just cause I'm 19. A person doesn't change over a day. haha. If i do, it's gonna be for the better. I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy for school tomorrow :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-7837208574751127257?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7837208574751127257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7837208574751127257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7837208574751127257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7837208574751127257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SqENg784eZI/AAAAAAAAGFM/roDuD_NchBo/s72-c/DSC01764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6119696440971548383</id><published>2009-09-03T20:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:18:15.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air.</title><content type='html'>AHHH... just when I thought I'm gonna have a boring day today and a depressing day tomorrow, they came and then things are not so dull as I thought it's gonna be anymore. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Cj so out of notice texted me if he and the rest could come over my house to chill. Hell yeS! Totally brighten my day and tomorrow. =D Funniest group of guys I know. -.- I could die of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp-_vzJVusI/AAAAAAAAGEE/9EMqeNzlkkY/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp-_vzJVusI/AAAAAAAAGEE/9EMqeNzlkkY/s400/DSC01608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377227308007799490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ibi, Aaron &amp;amp; Haziq&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp-_u0uqdcI/AAAAAAAAGD0/EV10LGpMkM4/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp-_u0uqdcI/AAAAAAAAGD0/EV10LGpMkM4/s400/DSC01629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377227291252913602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp_FLc4ufHI/AAAAAAAAGEs/2OC-K2Cv8Zs/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp_FLc4ufHI/AAAAAAAAGEs/2OC-K2Cv8Zs/s400/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377233280627014770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp_C5M9EJzI/AAAAAAAAGEc/hMhE_h7O0Uk/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp_C5M9EJzI/AAAAAAAAGEc/hMhE_h7O0Uk/s400/DSC01660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377230768089343794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp_OmHQTJwI/AAAAAAAAGE0/KFojBxUr-lA/s1600-h/DSC01661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp_OmHQTJwI/AAAAAAAAGE0/KFojBxUr-lA/s400/DSC01661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377243634281424642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And i find this picture quite funny. hahaha! We just ate and that's how we were. LOL. Loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6119696440971548383?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6119696440971548383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6119696440971548383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6119696440971548383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6119696440971548383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-long-as-youre-here-ill-be-floating.html' title='Baby &apos;long as you&apos;re here, I&apos;ll be floating on air.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sp-_vzJVusI/AAAAAAAAGEE/9EMqeNzlkkY/s72-c/DSC01608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-244784709892225636</id><published>2009-08-31T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:36:23.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about you is so addictive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpuvYsaL9xI/AAAAAAAAGDc/E0cdAqA01hw/s1600-h/Photo+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpuvYsaL9xI/AAAAAAAAGDc/E0cdAqA01hw/s400/Photo+72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376083418969536274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MWAHHHHHSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt; to all my friends in school. Have I told you how freaking great my friends are? They can take my problems away in just less than 5 minutes. Funny funny funny people they are. Love em to biiiiits! I mean it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna remember the day today. What an unexpected day! I don't know if it's a good thing but sod it, it certainly is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah and I went wandering around the school as I'm having my PS and well, she escaped her class; naughty girl. Then after mucho walking around, taking pics, etc etc.. we ended up in an empty classroom. That's where we were stunned when the RTB crew came and shove us in the seats for half hour to act normal. We couldn't stop giggling like crazy! Like, OK? How are we suppose to act normal when there are cameras? It's bloody awkward lol. But yer, it was very.. I don't know how you call it? : FUNNY that's all i know. Plus+++ on the bright side, I get to go in my next class late. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Krystal, you're always not there when I want to chat with you la. I'm not gone. YOU'RE gone =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-244784709892225636?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/244784709892225636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=244784709892225636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/244784709892225636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/244784709892225636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-about-you-is-so-addictive.html' title='Something about you is so addictive.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpuvYsaL9xI/AAAAAAAAGDc/E0cdAqA01hw/s72-c/Photo+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6417440585785582795</id><published>2009-08-30T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:55:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help, I'm alive.</title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that my heart still race one 1000 faster every time...- sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched 'Becoming Jane' and it's a stupid movie. The 2 girls didn't get to marry in the end. How depressing. Now i wish movie just be movie. Freaking have a happy ending please so I don't have to lose faith in life. I think I'll rip the book off if there's no happy ending because after all i've gone through reading just to find out the girl end up a lonely broken-hearted girl? That's unfair. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in my room whole day today and i can't say it's awesome. LOL. It's an okay day. Oh pfft.. school tomorrow. :( I wanna get over this phase of stinging heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6417440585785582795?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6417440585785582795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6417440585785582795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6417440585785582795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6417440585785582795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-im-alive.html' title='Help, I&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6860934782736873334</id><published>2009-08-29T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:28:46.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight will be a good GOOD night! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpkM_7Qg4wI/AAAAAAAAGB0/YUAF6AT0mb0/s1600-h/geek3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpkM_7Qg4wI/AAAAAAAAGB0/YUAF6AT0mb0/s400/geek3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375341922621645570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pink cheek ( I suggest you not to believe it ). &amp;amp; my specks!!! I found it, I found it!!! Watching TV at home are so much entertaining. no more blurry picture. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine today! :) All i can say is today is DEFINITELY better than the past few days. Oh it's only been 3 days. I asked Raffy if he has any solution to INSTANT get over and the answer he gave me is pretty disappointing. :P But it's alright, I'll get by because I'm a the bomb. I'm the digity digity bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've been questioning myself ALOT lately like what the &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; freak is wrong is with me. I know I shouldn't find fault in myself but I TRULY believe there is something wrong with me that I am yet to notice. Don't give me the crap that I don't have anything to work on cause I KNOW I do. It doesn't bug me as much though, i'm just "curious".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND APPARENTLYYYYYYY.... I'm too immature says a few friends of mine. And somehow everyone seems to agree. :(  Wait, I'll grow up! over the night. huahueahuahahehaa... I don't know lah. I wasn't trying to be immature pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6860934782736873334?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6860934782736873334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6860934782736873334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6860934782736873334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6860934782736873334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/tonight-will-be-good-good-night.html' title='Tonight will be a good GOOD night! :)'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpkM_7Qg4wI/AAAAAAAAGB0/YUAF6AT0mb0/s72-c/geek3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1543595494041950075</id><published>2009-08-27T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:43:36.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out of this misery i beg you so.</title><content type='html'>Oh blog. I had a terrible day. Thought I could manage to fake a smile but I go wasted after half the day is over. Epic fail. :( And I go home feeling even worst. Too many thought running through my mind. Trying to find a solution, an answer for me but I have non. Thousands of questions runnin' through me I couldn't even stay still. I'm exhausted from wondering way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie make sense when you're around. &amp; now they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad songs don't make sense when you're around. &amp; now they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you know how it feels to be me. If only you would consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to feed the starving puasa cats in school on Saturday. I hope they are still alive by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1543595494041950075?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1543595494041950075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1543595494041950075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1543595494041950075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1543595494041950075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-me-out-of-this-misery-i-beg-you-so.html' title='Take me out of this misery i beg you so.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7869072724332880527</id><published>2009-08-26T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:31:20.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you let love down, you let me down.</title><content type='html'>Hello Blog. I will now not hesitate to blog about how I feel anymore. I never thought I'd ever feel this way before. Being so completely completely completely helpless trying to work things out but it all shattered because the one i'm rooting for finally made a deal that nothing I could do would make things better. I don't think I made myself very clear from the start. I do not give in to my feelings very easily. Admitting is a step I would forbid myself to because once I admit, it's a whole new level. But I did, and when i do there's no turning back. Atleast for a very long time. I've hit the downhill a couple of time until I finally say, "no more". Then you came and i fell like never before. I began to see things i never seen before. I've got all the plan in me and I was ready for commitment. That's not a thing that I ever thought of and then i got shut out in the midst of it. Way to go. No, my heart can handle no more. And i mean, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAKAJHDAKJDHADKJAHDKAJDH i just can't freaking keep my cool anymore. i want to burst :( i've shut the light just now to go and sleep thinking that I could.. but my brain fails me. I've been thinking way too much way too much way too much.. and my heart feels like it's dying so here i am. and now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i don't even look forward for my birthday. :) Which is a good thing right? Cause I don't have to do anything about it besides letting it pass like a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make a list. A list that could cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lsjdkasdjakdlsjdaklsdjasdaskldjaskldjaskldj sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i suppose to act normal now? And that is the question for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-7869072724332880527?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7869072724332880527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7869072724332880527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7869072724332880527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7869072724332880527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-let-love-down-you-let-me-down.html' title='When you let love down, you let me down.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1351694843752830971</id><published>2009-08-26T16:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:04:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days past and this emptiness fills my heart.</title><content type='html'>Haluuu. :D Man I am so full. SO FULL. So full like i'm done-eating-for-the-day-full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my result yesterday and yes, I'm pretty happy with it. It's not stunning or anything but I appreciate what I got. I honestly expected a lot of Us. But God is being kind (as always) to me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;because I need it. :D I do. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty down in class then I got a text message from the "Registration thingi". As soon I saw the message, I'm like.., "err is this my result or has they send me wrong one?" I didn't have that over joy feeling until I finally checked it for real. Oh yeay me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could keep this happiness in me for as long as i could hold on to but something or certain someone likes to bring me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down, down, down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah you know, I'll be fine. :) I'm gonna read Economic!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; and to everyone else, sometimes things don't go your way, it's not the over. Just a change of plan which you don't expect; for the better. You get what I mean? I'm saying this to remind myself and well, if anyone who wants to listen. :) Cause there are SO MANY things in life or even myself that i wish i could alter. Like, try to not be so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpT8KJzddFI/AAAAAAAAGBs/amHgxFWHO74/s1600-h/z196234588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpT8KJzddFI/AAAAAAAAGBs/amHgxFWHO74/s400/z196234588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374197506720494674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1351694843752830971?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1351694843752830971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1351694843752830971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1351694843752830971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1351694843752830971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-let-love-down-you-let-me-down.html' title='Days past and this emptiness fills my heart.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SpT8KJzddFI/AAAAAAAAGBs/amHgxFWHO74/s72-c/z196234588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-4438485430822131747</id><published>2009-08-23T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:46:36.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately want to get through stage 1.</title><content type='html'>:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D maybe if i do more smiley faces i can actually feel it yknow. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D Totally. I can be a happy munkee who spreads love and candies all over. In that way, no one has a reason to get mad at me because I don't get angry or depressed or whatever. I could be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. speaking of perfect, don't they say appearance don't matter and it's what that is inside that counts? But seriously thinking though, does anyone still believe in that shit? People are getting too shallow to notice what's inside. When one is evil but pretty, they "pretty" much get away with it; if not just a "pretty" little punishment given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also people believes one to be nice when one is funny. Funny people don't mean they are nice. The thing is people are so caught up with funny people because they are so humorous that they don't think they are capable of something evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,"hey you chinese! What are you doing chinese??? Stop talking CHINESE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the roar of laughter. What is funny??? Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being a hypocrite, maybe I'm not. Whatever it is, I certainly do try to be.. generally an OK person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... my plan for tomorrow is to ignore all negativity. DO not question and just leave things as it is. cuz who knows, the problem actually lies in me for being such an annoying clingy brat. Yes me. On the other hand, look how considerate I could be now? Rationalize rationalizeeeeee.. LAYNA. Get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: yes I'm ranting. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-4438485430822131747?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/4438485430822131747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=4438485430822131747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4438485430822131747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/4438485430822131747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/desperately-want-to-get-through-stage-1.html' title='Desperately want to get through stage 1.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-2804010016107687936</id><published>2009-08-22T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:09:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But my smile are just a frown.</title><content type='html'>Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky: Yes Becky! I cried like every 5 minutes. hahah!! exaggerating much. But there's like so many scene that you just can't hold back your tears. haha!! emo emo.&lt;br /&gt;Lina: Read above. :b HAHA! His name Shane West ka?? I only know Mandy Moore in it. haha! And she's so freaking pretty!@#%^&amp;amp; Lina, i want to be Mandy Moore. *serious face* HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Qiqah: hi qiqah! :D&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I plan to clean my room today. Then, decided to leave it and promise to clean it tomorrow but the tomorrow has been 3 days already. lol. Krystal, you need to clean my room plz. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought.. if i were to choose which meal is my favourite as in: breakfast, lunch or dinner. My answer would be breakfast! I love breakfast. It's the first thing to do without any guilt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feeeeeeeel... Hmm. I don't know what's this feeling. I knoooow, but i don't like the word of it because it's unpleasant. I don't like this part of me really. Like why can't I already appreciate what's there for me but I wanted something more? Plus the agony of being helpless without any clue of how can I try to make things better can get me thinking the whole day. Yes, indeed i already did. Whole day. I think I should learn to be more careless? Not as in careless ouch-i-fell-down-careless you know what I mean????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K shut up Elena. you shall not think of this. You haven't studied anything today and it's wise to get back to books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm talking to myself. GREAT. JUSTTTTT GRREAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-2804010016107687936?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/2804010016107687936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=2804010016107687936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2804010016107687936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/2804010016107687936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-my-smile-are-just-frown.html' title='But my smile are just a frown.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7891122406510860275</id><published>2009-08-21T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:35:26.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a long shot but I say, why not?</title><content type='html'>At a moment like this i could just burst into droplets or glitters or or or.. sparkles I don't know. I just watched A Walk To Remember like... I should have watched it decades ago!!! It's so freaking awesome heart wrenching movie. Even the toughest guy would burst into tears watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the soundtracks are the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Corinthians 13:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I read it somewhere and yes it's in the bible. I took my bible and read it and it's all the saaaaaaameeeeee with alterations however. Like how they use jealous but the bible says "envy". K it's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict that this is not gonna be the last time I'm gonna watch that and never will I delete it from my laptop. It is THAT good. *draw hearts all over*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-7891122406510860275?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7891122406510860275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7891122406510860275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7891122406510860275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7891122406510860275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-long-shot-but-i-say-why-not.html' title='It&apos;s a long shot but I say, why not?'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-1874024093744123136</id><published>2009-08-21T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:15:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't never gonna shut you out.</title><content type='html'>This is like my 930th post. :D Just feel like saying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop eating :S omgudness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all who is gonna fast, happy fasting. :D Though... nevermind. Just the word happy confuse me. haha! Like... NEVERMIND. LOL. Don't you just get annoyed with people like me? I KNOW RIGHT! ok.. even more the annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-1874024093744123136?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/1874024093744123136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=1874024093744123136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1874024093744123136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/1874024093744123136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-aint-never-gonna-shut-you-out.html' title='I ain&apos;t never gonna shut you out.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-295338764247318964</id><published>2009-08-20T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:52:56.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No fake ID's just keep it real with me.</title><content type='html'>Why has astrology went so wrong? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 06 right now and I'm late of 6 minutes. i am determine to study today like no shit. I need more chocolates. &amp; I shall not stress about anything anything anything. Including .. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-295338764247318964?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/295338764247318964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=295338764247318964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/295338764247318964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/295338764247318964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-fake-ids-just-keep-it-real-with-me.html' title='No fake ID&apos;s just keep it real with me.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7021194107033482910</id><published>2009-08-20T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:47:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(@&amp;#*(@&amp;*@#!@(*&amp;(!@&amp;#*!@^#*(!@)&amp;#)*(!@&amp;#*!@&amp;#*!@^#&amp;^# &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a ball which is about to burst out of frustration! Never dealt with a person like A STEEEEEEL before. A STEEL. I mean, LITERALLY.. a steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANTS RANTS RANTS x 1000000000000000. Sigh :( Ok, think positive thoughts. I can handle this tough steel. seriously! I am. determine. to. do. so. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-7021194107033482910?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7021194107033482910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7021194107033482910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7021194107033482910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7021194107033482910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8021790318454168623</id><published>2009-08-18T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:00:23.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Rocket.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I am in such a relief and so worn out from sitting my ass off in boring exams. It's all over now and today, I just wanna crawl under my duvet and read a book or .. whatever i prefer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my statement of entry yesterday and it makes me realize that I should probably start studying fo realz. Lol. It's basically my last one ever? So.. like it or not I gotta do SOMETHING for God sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM... :) ok bye. Wanted to rant something but just couldn't find the words. As usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8021790318454168623?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8021790318454168623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8021790318454168623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8021790318454168623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8021790318454168623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-rocket.html' title='Love Rocket.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7621951046207290304</id><published>2009-08-17T18:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:23:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm putting my heart back together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sok81DKUXVI/AAAAAAAAGBU/ve_vgZnM95Q/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sok81DKUXVI/AAAAAAAAGBU/ve_vgZnM95Q/s400/DSC00843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890912695344466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sok8HQAyp7I/AAAAAAAAGBM/4et7tVzihaA/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sok8HQAyp7I/AAAAAAAAGBM/4et7tVzihaA/s400/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890125871065010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi :D Exam's over! well, technically tomorrow but I consider it to be today because I'm Kool like that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing particularly to blog about and that Chris Daughtry song is making me emo. Lol. As a matter of fact, songs alter my moods at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh wow, just when i thought it never hit me about this particular issue. I've been happy oh so happy these day ( probably due to a human being ) that I didn't take the time to ponder about what had actually took place. [some shit deleted.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, enough enoughhhhh enoughhhhhhhhhhh ranting. Girl like me just can't stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day! :) Except for Amir's car windshield thingi is driving me insane. It makes this noise everytime it sweep that makes me feel nauseous. HAHA! really. lol. I shall hope it doesn't rain ever again when i'm in his car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-7621951046207290304?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7621951046207290304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7621951046207290304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7621951046207290304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7621951046207290304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-putting-my-heart-back-together.html' title='I&apos;m putting my heart back together.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sok81DKUXVI/AAAAAAAAGBU/ve_vgZnM95Q/s72-c/DSC00843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6558333308087379825</id><published>2009-08-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:07:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoTU1SSAezI/AAAAAAAAGBE/XgFte-79tKk/s1600-h/z192621565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoTU1SSAezI/AAAAAAAAGBE/XgFte-79tKk/s400/z192621565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369650667637996338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUHAUHAUHAUHAHAHA!! I did not hit you. . I simply high-fived your face. AHAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6558333308087379825?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6558333308087379825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6558333308087379825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6558333308087379825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6558333308087379825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/huahuhauhauhauhahaha-i-did-not-hit-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoTU1SSAezI/AAAAAAAAGBE/XgFte-79tKk/s72-c/z192621565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-6363436636114645709</id><published>2009-08-12T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:30:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz she's fly.</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKlD19NPwI/AAAAAAAAGAU/6g4ewaNhcTY/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKlD19NPwI/AAAAAAAAGAU/6g4ewaNhcTY/s400/DSC01016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035191221042946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i totally exploded eggs in Krystal's oven. LOL. &amp;amp; Ridha screamed like...- hehe.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKlFV3_TsI/AAAAAAAAGAs/YUnYEkjUxHc/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKlFV3_TsI/AAAAAAAAGAs/YUnYEkjUxHc/s400/DSC01060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035216968961730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKlE37P0KI/AAAAAAAAGAk/qU28h03VpOQ/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKlE37P0KI/AAAAAAAAGAk/qU28h03VpOQ/s400/DSC01041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035208929562786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKmUSLCLdI/AAAAAAAAGA8/IyVh2KIp-lI/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKmUSLCLdI/AAAAAAAAGA8/IyVh2KIp-lI/s400/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369036573184765394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol. Kimberly's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. I shall sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-6363436636114645709?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/6363436636114645709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=6363436636114645709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6363436636114645709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/6363436636114645709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuz-shes-fly.html' title='Cuz she&apos;s fly.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoKlD19NPwI/AAAAAAAAGAU/6g4ewaNhcTY/s72-c/DSC01016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-7844575371447499582</id><published>2009-08-11T12:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:26:02.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what we're gonna do now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoDsjHjMwEI/AAAAAAAAGAI/qAVUY3V3f9U/s1600-h/1211308586mnTCiPM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoDsjHjMwEI/AAAAAAAAGAI/qAVUY3V3f9U/s400/1211308586mnTCiPM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368550843891892290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally thinks that nice people will deserve things to go her way in times. I don't understand and wonder why people could sometimes be so un-nice. Isn't it so much easier to be nice to everyone. Call me sensitive but I kinda taken aback if someone actually blurted out some uninvited response even if it doesn't mean that much. I'm just saying. There's no particular person that I'm pin pointing at. hahaha Just a thought. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Jason Mraz song Try Try Try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;if we just try try try&lt;br /&gt;just to be ni-ni-nice&lt;br /&gt;then the world would be a better place for you and I&lt;br /&gt;if we just live our lives&lt;br /&gt;putting our differences aside&lt;br /&gt;oh that would be so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;I really really really really x100 want a capo so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-7844575371447499582?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/7844575371447499582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=7844575371447499582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7844575371447499582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/7844575371447499582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-im-for-ya-yeah-i-adore-ya-joss.html' title='Tell me what we&apos;re gonna do now.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/SoDsjHjMwEI/AAAAAAAAGAI/qAVUY3V3f9U/s72-c/1211308586mnTCiPM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3211486692670967155</id><published>2009-08-10T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:45:26.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't think and just go with it.</title><content type='html'>HI. i hate exam. I just gone through 2 shit exam and now all its left is Economic and E. Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i really should stop all this questions flowing in my head. STOP EET. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3211486692670967155?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3211486692670967155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3211486692670967155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3211486692670967155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3211486692670967155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-think-and-just-go-with-it.html' title='Don&apos;t think and just go with it.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-5415241591370342080</id><published>2009-08-09T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:07:57.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything she does is love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sn7Fh20nDDI/AAAAAAAAF_4/yApuE7YZiG0/s1600-h/3758040893_bddf00ba39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sn7Fh20nDDI/AAAAAAAAF_4/yApuE7YZiG0/s400/3758040893_bddf00ba39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367944991314742322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be included in my wishes. + i wannna watch it with someone VERYYY pretty. hahahahaa! Damn i love fireworks. Especially the hugehugehuge one. It's such an awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-5415241591370342080?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/5415241591370342080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=5415241591370342080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5415241591370342080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/5415241591370342080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-she-does-is-love.html' title='Everything she does is love.'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sn7Fh20nDDI/AAAAAAAAF_4/yApuE7YZiG0/s72-c/3758040893_bddf00ba39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-8166042022945929419</id><published>2009-08-09T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:42:31.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCQHd9PJzK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCQHd9PJzK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWWWWWWWWWW. The best heartless cover ever! I got the song. I'm awesome. i have the song :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-8166042022945929419?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/8166042022945929419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=8166042022945929419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8166042022945929419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/8166042022945929419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/wowwwwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25862700.post-3605882997222397205</id><published>2009-08-09T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:43:58.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just takes a day or two to say I La-la-la-love you. -mohombi</title><content type='html'>Morning :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I skipped blogging because I change to a new link. Well, not YET! Blogger is so slow. Cuz I made one called 'lenaword' and I deleted it and then I get back the 'lenaword', it's not "available". Of course it is available! But yeh. I'll just wait a bit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sn4mG5S3x7I/AAAAAAAAF_w/Wd0zxBzFZIs/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sn4mG5S3x7I/AAAAAAAAF_w/Wd0zxBzFZIs/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769705773254578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shed a bucket of tears over this. It's sooo hilarious. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25862700-3605882997222397205?l=because-of-youu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/feeds/3605882997222397205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25862700&amp;postID=3605882997222397205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3605882997222397205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25862700/posts/default/3605882997222397205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-of-youu.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-just-takes-day-or-two-to-say-i-la-la.html' title='It just takes a day or two to say I La-la-la-love you. -mohombi'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10779720829748008588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sj2xaeNju6I/AAAAAAAAF6Q/-0hXVfpZEME/S220/z149931973.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOYUc-rGJ5U/Sn4mG5S3x7I/AAAAAAAAF_w/Wd0zxBzFZIs/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
