<?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-6551346936523690715</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:35:42.749+08:00</updated><category term='him for christmas'/><category term='can i ? please. pretty please.'/><category term='lala'/><category term='stella'/><category term='deedee'/><category term='keena'/><category term='life&apos;s a bitch.'/><category term='i miss dean i hate adil'/><category term='new moon.'/><category term='i love today event.'/><category term='my dad is super cute. and he&apos;s better then your dad'/><category term='i am sooo needing cash right now.'/><category term='ieka'/><category term='rara'/><category term='so bitch everything out.'/><category term='the picture top is us'/><category term='livelikewearedying'/><category term='dissapointed.'/><category term='meet uncle hemhem.'/><title type='text'>mint</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-638377645569734600</id><published>2010-05-06T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:42:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've move to tumblr. i'll leave blogger hanging.&lt;br /&gt;the link to my tumblr http://writtenwithsilence.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-638377645569734600?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/638377645569734600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=638377645569734600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/638377645569734600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/638377645569734600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-move-to-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3350787944457875759</id><published>2010-03-25T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:26:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iwantusback</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=26570_355519178914_334386813914_359.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/26570_355519178914_334386813914_359.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fight, we quarrel, we yell and we shout. and evrytime we try to do fun things together, we will just ending up fighting with one another. every single night we talk will always be like evry single night we have gone tru. we fight. and tht evry single night i go tru, all i do is cry and ask myself why did this thing happen.. im sick of crying and im sick of fighting. all i want is us to be like how we use too. sigh! sometimes i just wish tht i didnt meet you and tht i would have deleted my tagg of early so i woudlnt have know you.. i know this might offended you but, this is what i felt. this is what is on my mind whenever we quarrel. and 99% of me told me to let go but there's always another 1% of me telling to hold on. and that 1% i felt is much stronger thn the 99% i had. baby, im sorry if cant be the perfect one for you. but i'll try to be the one who would always be with you. because deep in me, i will always love you as much as you love me. i wouldnt want to have this thing slip away from my hand. im sorry.. and im sorry because you have to love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-3350787944457875759?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3350787944457875759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3350787944457875759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3350787944457875759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3350787944457875759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/iwantusback.html' title='iwantusback'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-6401146408362289922</id><published>2010-03-21T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:05:45.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love today event.'/><title type='text'>leavealetterinmyletterbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/spring%20photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i638.photobucket.com/albums/uu101/kaley561/Photography/GooseandDuck.jpg" border="0" alt="Spring Friends Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend is gettting better. wait, no. he is not. but slightly is. but again, im still glad. at least i could still see him smilling and laughing. anw, i really had fun just now at orchid ville with the culinary chef from april intake. well, it is because of bob tht i actually have the chance to take part. i met with so many chef that came from muslim kitchen and i really like working with them. they are nice, VERY NICE. and so is the event. eventho it left me with a jelly leg but i still had fun. we assist the ppl in doing the pizza and cup cakes. and i love their spirits evntho the event starts at 10 in the morning. and apart from smilling and laughing with them, the othr part of me were finding soft places to sleep. HAHA! oh well, lucky me to came down because if i didnt, i would have miss the chances of working with bob, khai and din. they are hillarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-6401146408362289922?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6401146408362289922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=6401146408362289922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6401146408362289922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6401146408362289922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/leavealetterinmyletterbox.html' title='leavealetterinmyletterbox'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i638.photobucket.com/albums/uu101/kaley561/Photography/th_GooseandDuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-6453864135151721014</id><published>2010-03-08T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:10:56.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thebestthingishavingyourpalwithyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=25145_350467421620_726091620_415935.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/25145_350467421620_726091620_415935.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was funfunfun! i hadnt been this so much fun since my last bday bash. and i tell you, yesterdy was freakin awesome. we laugh like there's no tmrw and talk like as if, we'r writting a compo. and thanks you guys for coming down(: i loooveee koranggg so manymany. and i love the presents too. well, bayu gave me a pooh mug, deedee gave me a photo album, keena gave me ferero rocher and ifa gave me a musical panda and last but not least, baby bought me a heart shape silver pendant. but the most perfect bday gift is having you guys with me. and stickin with you guys, watching each other grow is the best thing ever. yeaaay! and ohh, thanks to the boyfrends too, for coming dowwwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my boyfrend(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-6453864135151721014?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6453864135151721014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=6453864135151721014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6453864135151721014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6453864135151721014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/thebestthingishavingyourpalwithyou.html' title='thebestthingishavingyourpalwithyou'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1782496992734100600</id><published>2010-02-22T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:20:01.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there'salwaysareasontosmile</title><content type='html'>as days goes by, baby is getting healthier. he can talk, sms and also laugh. he can chew things without complaining and also talking craps. he's getting better evry each day but he still suffer a severe headache which would come and go as it please. poor baby. but the good thing is tht, he has 35 days of mc(: and he can rest and rott at home and also do his all time favourite hobby, sleeping. but his mum says, if the swollen on his face is not getting better, he has to go to the hospital for a re-check up. poor child. sigh! tsktsktsk. oh well, let us all pray for his health. i dnt want to go to his house every now and then and trouble his mum. furthermore, i miss going out with him. anw, since baby is not feeling well, his elder brother is keeping me busy with laughter. bcause whenever i feel sad, freaking sad. i would go to youtube and take A GREAT LOOK at his brother's video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SjjKTyFupk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&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/1SjjKTyFupk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is freaking hillarious. and i cant stop laughing eventho this video is getting old. hahaha! enjoy watching you guys. there's some related video to this also. have a great laugh aites(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: his brother is the one in spongebob pants. THE GOOD LOOKING ONE((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1782496992734100600?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1782496992734100600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1782496992734100600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1782496992734100600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1782496992734100600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/theresalwaysareasontosmile.html' title='there&apos;salwaysareasontosmile'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-692036112877350089</id><published>2010-02-20T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:25:07.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mylifeisyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i995.photobucket.com/albums/af73/nisaa99/girlflowers.jpg" border="0" alt="girlflowers.jpg Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfrend is in the hospital. sigh' he's badly injured, his face is swollen and he has bruises all over his body. he can barely speak or even recognise ppl. shouldnt have let him go tht night. evrythin hppn is all because of me. GOD. im meeting him again, later. hope he will be much better then yesterdy. it aches me to look at him in tht state. bby, ily and im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-692036112877350089?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/692036112877350089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=692036112877350089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/692036112877350089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/692036112877350089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/mylifeisyou.html' title='mylifeisyou'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7816621163051937993</id><published>2010-02-15T14:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:26:57.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somethinghasgonewrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/S3kSoceewZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FkW7ZBheulo/s1600-h/SUMMER-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438398511074689426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/S3kSoceewZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FkW7ZBheulo/s320/SUMMER-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm sorry for what ive done. i never tot things could be this unfair after everything. i wanted everything to start back to square one but i dont know if im willing to give it a try or just let it go. i love you more than you could ever imagine. we love, we fought, we made up, we screwed up, we thought, we regret, we miss but we never gave up. but now, i dont know. i know your trying your freaking best to be nice to me and start everything back to normal. but baby, after everything you have said, it aches me alot to want you as a whole. i know some of it came from me but you know it, it happens only when you try to make me feel bad. how i wish i could rewind back to the start and froze our love moments forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7816621163051937993?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7816621163051937993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7816621163051937993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7816621163051937993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7816621163051937993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/somethinghasgonewrong.html' title='somethinghasgonewrong'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/S3kSoceewZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FkW7ZBheulo/s72-c/SUMMER-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7624012368090897340</id><published>2010-02-12T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:44:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wegotourownthing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jump" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t118/xoxkarixox/jump.jpg" border="0" alt="jumping in my room Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! finally holiday's here. GOD, i finally can rest in a perfect peace. nomore irritating alram clock bugging my ears every morning. how i wish this could last a lil bit longer then a pathetic four days. hah! and oh yarh, remember the girl i was talking about ? well, ermm.. she's been kindda irritating nowadays. apart from her talking about FT guys like almost everyday, she shouted my name in the canteen and make me look like as if, im the one who is crazy for Osca(a guy who is in FT) hell yeah, she bugs me alot and sometimes, i feel like slapping her face with full force which could make her die instantly, but nah, it worth nothing fighting with her. sucha dumb! but still, im angry! grrr. and maybe or maybe not, im going KL this holiday. god, that would be sucks. i still want my valentine with qilah badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7624012368090897340?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7624012368090897340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7624012368090897340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7624012368090897340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7624012368090897340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/wegotourownthing.html' title='wegotourownthing'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-9020134825348673082</id><published>2010-02-10T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:23:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>littlehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jump" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z171/luneri/myspace%20photography/z55919093.jpg" border="0" alt="black &amp;amp;amp; white Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french class is STILL ok. but i dont know how long i could stand it. IT IS SO TIRING. after the whole day in school and then you need to attend another class at night, it is draining my energy the moment the class starts. but thanks to some of my frends, they really help me to stay WIDE awake in class everyday. and because of that, i was lectured by my maam for laughing in class. haha. horrible, i know. oh well, i need to sleep. there's a practical test tmrw at 1030am. im gonna be dead soon. and oh before i end this story, my jr pissed me off this morning. why ? im gonna tell you guys tmrw. i cant even open my eyes now. i need to sleep. goodnight earthlings(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-9020134825348673082?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9020134825348673082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z171/luneri/myspace%20photography/th_z55919093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4514441233013540431</id><published>2010-01-25T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:58:50.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doyouknowwhatsworthfightingfor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=2evwbb7jpg.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/2evwbb7jpg.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never meant to start a war. you know, i never wanna hurt you. don't even know what we're fighting for. why does love always feel like a battlefield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great fight between boyfriend that day. but we'r cool now. back to square one. i love that monkey soo much(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4514441233013540431?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4514441233013540431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4514441233013540431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4514441233013540431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4514441233013540431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/doyouknowwhatsworthfightingfor.html' title='doyouknowwhatsworthfightingfor'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5132439919627474788</id><published>2010-01-22T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:02:17.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mymotionswerentright</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/colorsplash1.jpg" border="0" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a freak now not talking to my mum. we had some arguements that night and i "so called" raise up my voice a lil. i know it sounds rude but this wouldnt be this way if she hadnt pester me to go to bed when she knows im busy doing my resume which the deadline was suppose to be today. and she yell at me just because i didnt turn and look at her and kept on repeating, " i told you to sleep. its late. go to bed.. blahblahblah" well, i too have the right to be angry. and i know best that this isnt my fault.(exclude the part which i raise up my voice) and boyfriend keep on asking me to talk to her and say sorry and stuff which ive already did the moment she walk away. but still, she havent say anything yet. i know boyfriend is trying hard to have this situation to be peace back but, this thing wont even work. even if i kneel down and seek for forgiveness. i know her to well. urgh! why must she be so sensitive nowadays. and because of this, friend says i have a heart of a stone. ya rightt~ i am so hating this freaking cold war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just hate life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-5132439919627474788?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5132439919627474788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5132439919627474788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5132439919627474788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5132439919627474788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/mymotionswerentright.html' title='mymotionswerentright'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-2839139685268489953</id><published>2010-01-20T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:15:46.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itrustmyinstinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=701879_cocoabeans.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/701879_cocoabeans.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of chocolate is amazingly simple. but when it comes to learn about its history,origins and also culture, it brings you to brain damage. and instantly, it leads you to start banging yourself to the walls. trust me. because im going tru this nightmare, right now. ive been doing this research for a thousand of times and i dont have the idea to where to start. and my page is still blankly clean. and im still not done with my resume and cover page which i HAVE to send it on friday. and the deadline for my chocolate left only a month and five days. and im yet to start anything. how great ? and soon, my monday will be filled up by my french class which ive already decided to join, and my friday will be occupied by my cca. i didnt know dropping 6 points from my gpa points could affect me this much. and im beginning to be so freaking active in things just to get my As. like seriously. and this isnt me to be such a way. HAH ! life is soooo freaking tight now. i need a serious break. TATA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-2839139685268489953?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2839139685268489953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=2839139685268489953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2839139685268489953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2839139685268489953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/itrustmyinstinct.html' title='itrustmyinstinct'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-9159211340870028134</id><published>2010-01-13T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:15:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afunnythingaboutlove</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/penguin" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Animals/penguin1.jpg" border="0" alt="penguin Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick. so veryvery sick. i can barely move my body and turn my head. my whole body is aching. i keep on coughing without stoping sneezing like nobody business and my nose is like a tap water. it goes on and off automatically. i really dont have the idea on how i could get affected. noone around me is sick. grr~ it must be the air pollution that i inhale the everytime i ride home with boyfriend. it is so annoying. and the doctor gave me two days mc. and if im still not better yet, i must see him AGAIN. how cruel ? and the total amount of medy i have is, 5. and all is tablet except for the cough thing. it is syrup. and i hate syrup. it taste nothing but bitter. i still prefer my darkdark chocolate. at least, it taste nicer then the medy. and im serious. anyway, thanks to boyfriend for sending me. i wouldnt know how to get there without him. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-9159211340870028134?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9159211340870028134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=9159211340870028134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9159211340870028134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9159211340870028134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/afunnythingaboutlove.html' title='afunnythingaboutlove'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1359992293738952670</id><published>2010-01-08T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:31:18.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobodyknowswhatifeel</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color%20splash%20instructions" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Color%20Splash/colorsplashtutorialquadballoon250x2.jpg" border="0" alt="color splash instructions Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say, quarrels make two people grow closer. but all i felt is bitter&amp;sour. and if every fight happen, i would ask myself, "is this necessary?" and everytime when i say no, it turn worst. it seems like this fight will never end. and the moment when i wanna walk away, he would turn around and say sorry. and it make my heart ache. ache because i know it would happen again. and when yesterday he says leave. it just ripped the half of me. and all i could think is, he doesnt even love me anymore. and that point of time, i dont even think anyone would even understand what i felt. and eventho he did have said sorry, i dont think that would make me feel better. how can it be when your heart is totally crushed. and the thing about a relationship is not about finding the right person but it is about you being the right person. all i want him to know is that, i love him. and he is not just my another boyfriend. he mean a whole lot of thing to me. i swear. not because he is a no mat rep. but it's about he is someone who i never tot i would be devoted too. and the warm feeling i felt whenever he stand near me and hug me. eventho at first, i did tot that he would be my another boyfriend who will come and go. but now, not anymore. he is someone who i would want to spend the rest of my life with. forever. and i dont wanna share him with anyone even if i have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*he use to think that i was an ugly bitch. and i use to think he looks like a malaysian pr.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1359992293738952670?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1359992293738952670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1359992293738952670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1359992293738952670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1359992293738952670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/nobodyknowswhatifeel.html' title='nobodyknowswhatifeel'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Color%20Splash/th_colorsplashtutorialquadballoon250x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-137044350446727577</id><published>2010-01-06T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:22:27.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myall</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color%20splash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Color splash Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn183/fataL___wiishes__x3/color%20splash/awwpretty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see any happy ending between boyfriend and me now. everday without fail, we fight over small matters. sometimes, it may be alternately. today we'r happy and the other day, we quarrel. i can say that i may be too much, but he too wont let things go for a rest. and if anything were to happen, only one party get blame for everything. being a perfect girlfriend is difficult. you cant be perfect all the time. sometimes you just want to do things recklessly. i know how my boyfriend feel when i never care about him. and i know how he feel when i shout at him for no reason. and i obviously know how he feel when we are more like friends then we should be. but all i want him to do is to understand and balance things properly and slowly. i want him all to me, but i also want him as a friend. where i could tell him anything and everything without him getting mad. and that he will still be there eventho everyone had left. but, he just wont understand me for that. he want me all to him as a girlfriend. i know, everyone does. but it wont do any harm if at certain times, we be friends. at least we still have each other grips. sigh~ i dont know what more to say. things will just go to drain even if i try explaining to him. he just wont listen. maybe, he just dont bother. he thinks im wrong and he dont. he say he blame me a lil when he actually blame me tooo many. he sees my wrong but he dont see his. tell me, why should i cry out of no reason ? why should i waste my tears when things dont hurt my feelings ? i cry for reason and i cry for him. and i know, even if he were to understand this all, he would still start all fight over again. i know him too well when it comes to arguement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-137044350446727577?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/137044350446727577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=137044350446727577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/137044350446727577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/137044350446727577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/myall.html' title='myall'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn183/fataL___wiishes__x3/color%20splash/th_awwpretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-140352525848895409</id><published>2010-01-04T20:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:52:33.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crymeout</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color%20splash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="color splash Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk106/Calebs_Emo_Angel/color%20splash/cqksyp7m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it has only been the first day of school and it have already sucked my energy out leaving me soo lifeless. i really need to get use of waking up early now since holiday is over. and seriously, i have so much to talk about but i just dont have the idea to where to start. well, first morning, the train is already pack with loads of people and these singaporean is veryvery kiasu. in order to get in, they have to push people, like, what gives ? and they dont even bother to move inside to let other people to move in. and they also dont even bother to give other people any space. even if its a lil, it still counts ok ! and if only i could do magics like cyril can, i would have already cast a spell on them to follow instructions, and i swear i would. they really pissed me off. and i have to survive this kind of trauma for like another 6 more months ? and even on the attchmend day itself. oh great, how cruel can this mrt life be ? darn it. and tommorow i'll be starting school at 2.30 and i still need to suffer another human traffic at 5.30 pm. i am soo not looking forward to it. and i dont have the idea how my friends can survive this thingy. and they look so happy everytime school starts. i really need to learn some few tricks from them. i really need to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, boyfriend is not talking to me, so i'd rather go to bed now. toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-140352525848895409?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/140352525848895409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=140352525848895409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/140352525848895409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/140352525848895409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/crymeout.html' title='crymeout'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk106/Calebs_Emo_Angel/color%20splash/th_cqksyp7m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3090457545216800673</id><published>2010-01-01T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:33:19.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livelikewearedying'/><title type='text'>meddlersareformorons</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/group/image/color%20splash/G5PAK3TBQS/Pola-polabyDraganaMihajlovic.jpg?o=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi0006.photobucket.com/groups/0006/G5PAK3TBQS/Pola-polabyDraganaMihajlovic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, as everyone knows. New Year has already started and im still not excited about it. why ? long story. anyway, despite being not really in my-ownself mood, i still enjoy the fireworks. and lemme tell you, it is b-e-a-utiful. and even now is already a new year, boyfriend and me we dont really get into the love mood always/anymore or maybe at all. we oftenly quarrel and being cold to each other for just one small mistake. why i say small ? because, we can have this huge fight over a small thing like, cartoon ? say it ridiculous ? i know righttt... and sometimes, we always get out of track like, we fight for one thing but mention the other one. and the more we keep talking the bigger this thing get. and then, we started cursing.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe not him but me. but what you expect. i have a really short tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) oh well, sometimes things dont really get into our way. and we dont really see things tru it.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how can we, when both are egos.??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) anyway, i have tips for guys who really want their girlfriends to adore them. it is darn simple i tell you and since i cant get this thing straight to my boyfrend because he dont seem to even bother to listen and to adapt it. let this tip dont go to waste alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First,; Never discuss anything about the past. especially the topic about exes. because not all girls like their past. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who knows those things happen to hurt them or whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) and girls are practically sensitive about it. they will tell if they want too but will keep quiet if they dont. so hold you horses because they will definitely tell you if they want too. no need forces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Second,; Girls like guys who know them &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt; then asking them about the past to know about them.(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially to girls who really want changes in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and girls like guys who takes little things that is not serious to be very serious. like for eg, favourite colour. or maybe favourite books or favourite things. because i see guys nowadays they have to be told in order to know. sucha waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Third,; Not all rough girls are equivalent to guys. they are still girls. i repeat they are still GIRLS. so if you think you want to have any random subject or maybe talking in a jokingly manner, please do take notes. some girls may take it seriously. why ? because girls are SENSITIVE. so guys, better watch those words carefully when you spit it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fourth,; Guys, if you think you want to have those randomly fun joking stuff to happen, see if the girls are likely to be in the same mood of yours. because if she doesnt, most likely you guys would be dead meat with their cursing. and im serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fifth,; Girls have a lots to say, and if your the type who doesnt like stories, act like you do and act like your listening. BECAUSE girls would appreciate you if you listen to them attentively even if their stories are abit boring. girls, they cant run away from being talkative. note* never ask question when they are talking. ask after they are finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sixth&lt;/span&gt;,; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls can be selfish sometimes, but their selfishness is not something that will make things worst, because their selfishness is that they love to PESTER and they are good at doing that. so guys, you really need some patience in you if you encounter girls like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seventh,; Girls regret easily. so when they say sorry, they actually mean it. so guys, never doubt it when they say sorry because they tend to get hurt when their boyfriend dont trust them. and they will do things stupidly. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eighth,; Girls can never be predict so never underestimate their abilities. and if you guys were caught cheating, dont blame the girls for spanking your asses in public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ninth,; Guys and girls and born with brains. And each brain have their own parts to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guys have 8 lines of thinkings and 1 line of emotions. Girls have 8 lines of emotions and 1 line of thinkings. so if you caught your girlfriend crying, never call them cry babies because they are born this way. matter of fact, they cry for everything that makes them feel hurt. and they easily emphasize things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tenth,; LAST but not least, girls dont like to be controled. THEY ARE HUMAN for god sake. And no humans loves to be controled by another human being. and dont lie guys, you too hate to be controled everytime. maybe for some reason would be ok, but not all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eleventh,; Maybe tenth isnt really the last thing afterall. But do take note, in relationship, shits do happen and when shits happens, come to your thoughts quickly and see why those thing happen. and seek for forgiveness. you wouldnt want to lose someone you love so soon rightt.. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;take caree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I STILL LOVE MY BOYFRIEND..♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-3090457545216800673?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3090457545216800673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3090457545216800673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3090457545216800673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3090457545216800673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/meddlersareformorons.html' title='meddlersareformorons'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1844394086283631313</id><published>2009-12-31T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:02:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thingscanbeprettyfuckupsometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/monkey" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Animals/monkey1.jpg" border="0" alt="monkey Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing about me that i hate the most is being so stubborn and ego. AND i seriously mean it. boyfrend and me, we are now not in a good terms. we quarrel over small things. (thanks to me for not talking nicely to him, thats why) but sometimes, he too can get me on my nerves. its like, we got this one thing in us. we like finding fault. maybe, not him. but he too sometimes pushes his luck far. literally. and btw, ive already deleted some of my past post since he ask me too and he did say that he really hate reading it and looking at my ex photos makes me him go bizarre.(well, who told him to read. i didnt.) you see, thats the problem. i hate on how he says things and do things and on the other hand, he hates my behaviour. we are two different people. very different. tho, people says different makes it unique, but this isnt unique at all. this is far from unique. this is somehow can be called, rubbish or maybe, fools. but what i know deep down, im not regretting on making him as my boyfrend. seriously. i swear. only that, lil things cant get out of hand sometimes. but whatever it is, &lt;u&gt;i love him&lt;/u&gt;. so much. not even words can express it. no doubts, i make a horrible girlfriend for him. oh wells, even if he happen to read this, i dont even think he believes it. and i just happen to know. anw, new year is tommorrow and today is new years eve. and im oh-so not excited about it. it makes me think about school. anw, since new year is coming, ive already have my resolutions on. and i hope i could fulfill it tho. i never want things to happen badly anymore. sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1844394086283631313?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1844394086283631313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1844394086283631313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1844394086283631313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1844394086283631313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/thingscanbeprettyfuckupsometimes.html' title='thingscanbeprettyfuckupsometimes'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5284428076072097665</id><published>2009-12-20T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:33:22.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alilperfectionist</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/color%20splash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f20/kaitlyn2011_24/color%20splash/B23-1.jpg" border="0" alt="color splash Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum is back from haji and now, currently she's at home and giving out her gifts to her grandchildren. she looks like she can be a very good "santa" tho. anyway, back to track, since christmas is coming around, ive already made up my "what i want" list. well, there's only 4 things i really want before new year start. firstly, i really need NEW shoes. secondly, i WANT reallyreally(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emphasize the really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) want my twillight saga; eclipse book. thirdly, i need a new bag and i really need that. and the fourth thing that i reallyreally want it to happen is, to take my o next year.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tho i know i still got another one more year in ite life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) but i just dont care about those stuff anymore. seriously. i just want my O to be taken, thats all. i know this sound stupid but, its a very big regret for me not taking it last year. and i mean it. oh wells, what worst can happen right. only that, i'll suffer from the unfriendly-ness that will occur the moment my foot steps in. and of cause, i'll suffer from a great brain damage. sigh~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-5284428076072097665?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5284428076072097665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5284428076072097665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5284428076072097665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5284428076072097665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/alilperfectionist.html' title='alilperfectionist'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f20/kaitlyn2011_24/color%20splash/th_B23-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5783979930100528568</id><published>2009-12-18T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:28:43.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dissapointed.'/><title type='text'>lemmetellyouonemoretime</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/illustration" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="illustration Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Art%20best%20images/newart1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being helpless is the most ugliest thing i can ever imagine. since now, my phone is becoming a bitch. one time it will go off and the other time it goes blank. and worst, the monitor wont show a thing but the phone is still working. same goes to my stupid i-touch phone. and sometimes i wish i was born as a mind-reader. so that i dont need to have any communication device with me all the time. BUT that is just a thing i wish which i know it can never happen.(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because being a mind reader and stuff is all in fantasy thus it can never be real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.) so i guess i just have to stay regular normal human being which i have already am. talking about bitching, life can be super unfair when it comes to fairness. because ppl always tend to take whatever's yours. and lay an accusation on you which you never did. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how cruel can this poker face ppl be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ?) anyway, even if i have to live this life this way, what can i do to stop it ? nothing. precisely. unless someone out there who is a vampy and make me turn to one of them(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry, i read to much vampire story this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) but, who knows, yknow. haha. but nontheless, i still love my human life. because i can do whatever i want with no boundaries.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the help of my afterthoughts, thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) anyway, cant brag about it further more or it will ruin my "&lt;em&gt;cant be touch by anything&lt;/em&gt;" heart. well, since i was &lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt; at home for my holidays, ive already read two thick books. and finish them only for 2-3 days. wow. and oh, i preety much in love with story books then movies. literally. since, i get more info while reading them then watching it. for example like, the twillight movies. you get more pictures when reading then wacthing the movies.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because more scene were not in them like in books are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) and that is why, reading makes better movie then movies, getwhatimean ? whoa, i never tot i could be this talkative after a long break from posting. but it wont end here cause i swear i got many things to talk right now. since holiday is about to come to an end, literally. i thought of wanting more holidays. the thought about that school, it gives me the creep. i just dont to have any foot nearer. i just want to get the hell out of there and start anew(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know ive been talking about me, starting anew many times but this time, its real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) i just want new things to resolve my surrounding so badly that i can really kneel down to dad and ask him to put me out of the misery. seriously. i cant stand having everything ghosted around me. hunting me. having my butt there for a year, i can hardly breathe for more oxygen already. tho i know, my everyday spent there isnt that really bad but, i just cant save my life from the cruel unfriendly atmosphere.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;call me drama queen, i dont care. i just want out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) that is the place i cant even fit in, tho many thought i could cause of my &lt;em&gt;crazy-ness &lt;/em&gt;but.. ugh. i just couldnt. i cant be doing the physically present mentally absent all the time. i'd gone mentally low by another year. or worst. by just a month fly. i reallyreallyreally want to have my O taken next year. i dont want another year to waste in ite. since i no longer interested in what im doing now.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because everything turns out to be a hobby and not what i want in future instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) but how can i literally do that to convince dad that i really want to quit and take O instead ? ugh, stupid stuff makes me go all bizarre already. living things/ life like this, it is exactly equivalent to an outrageous slander. and i hate my life being wasted with things i hate. i want it to be facade. so i wont waste any life nor time to such stuff anymore. darn it. i wish everything could be rewind. it will do much better then this. no mistake. nuf said, i miss my boyfriend. he's out on a vacation, &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-5783979930100528568?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5783979930100528568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5783979930100528568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5783979930100528568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5783979930100528568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/lemmetellyouonemoretime.html' title='lemmetellyouonemoretime'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5848289941325756081</id><published>2009-12-10T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:58:45.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onelesslonelygirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/holga" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 224px" border="0" alt="09-05-31 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm3/puddingnoeat/Holga/1577256237.jpg" width="557" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, apparently i actually got nothing to talk about but to blabber how boring my day is today. like seriously. boyfriend is out to work, brothers and sisters is not back home yet and dad, went jb for his dinner. and its only left me and qistina. how cruel can this world be to me ? pffft~! i feel like im a daughter with no parents. seriously. and oh, have i mention that im going to stay in this house ALONE ? yerp. alone in this big house. and have i mention that im actually a scaredy cat ? and never been alone ? i mean, never being left out at home alone. apparently i am a scaredy cat and im born with this wild imgaination which has nothing but ghost. and almost half of the time my brain is corrupted with ghost. which makes me a scaredy cat. oh wells, i seriously need someone to sleep over at my house with me for 4 days straight. and i mean it! so, anyone ? only restricted to GIRLS ! ~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-5848289941325756081?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5848289941325756081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5848289941325756081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5848289941325756081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5848289941325756081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/onelesslonelygirl.html' title='onelesslonelygirl'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm3/puddingnoeat/Holga/th_1577256237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4137626957500479946</id><published>2009-12-07T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:36:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neverletgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hugs" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/cuddle1.jpg" border="0" alt="hugs Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays is here and i am oh-so not excited about it.(well actually it was last week, only that today is the official.) and since im doing nothing except rotting(since now ive already become a babysitter), i began my new kindda hobby, blog shopping. and apparently ive already purchase two items. and it cost me a total 26 bucks. and now, im left with my denim jacket, two everlast shoes and my eclipse book. i really need more cash then i have now. i really in-need of those stuff ive mention. anyways, mum is coming home next week. YEAY ! 13 more days to go. unbelieveable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4137626957500479946?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4137626957500479946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4137626957500479946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4137626957500479946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4137626957500479946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/neverletgo.html' title='neverletgo'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8950980984769466354</id><published>2009-12-03T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:35:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thelosticantimagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/black%20and%20white" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/baby-in-hands1.jpg" border="0" alt="black and white Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lost that i have to accept. a lost that's already fated. silence floating around, drown in my own tears. fighting to urge out. trying to accept the reality.... a lost of my granddad that i love most. tho we weren't close. but he will always have the place in my heart. goodbye grand, im gonna miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8950980984769466354?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8950980984769466354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8950980984769466354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8950980984769466354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8950980984769466354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/thelosticantimagine.html' title='thelosticantimagine'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7392740186087269451</id><published>2009-11-29T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:35:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babysteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hearts" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/hearts31.jpg" border="0" alt="hearts Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, a few more hours to go till boyfriend reach singapore.(: anyway, exam is tomorrow and im only on bread. sigh~ so much of my motivation. i reallyreallyreally need to study. i dont want to flung my exam for this final paper. like seriously. and oh, mum called yesterday. she's fine. only a minor tummy ache she had for having her meals late. i miss her so much alrdy. another 19 more days to go for her to come home(: YEAY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7392740186087269451?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7392740186087269451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7392740186087269451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7392740186087269451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7392740186087269451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/babysteps.html' title='babysteps'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5875626881417287293</id><published>2009-11-28T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:37:51.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>livelikewearedying</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/gay%20pride" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="gay pride Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/rainbow1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No matter what you say I ain't goin no where, No matter what you think I'ma always be there, The love that we share it lives inside of me. No matter what you hear-ing, its all in the past, No matter what you feel-ing his love is gon last, The heart of his soul it breathes inside of me. He's my man(He makes me feel so special), My man(He makes me feel so precious), My man(He makes me feel wonderful), My man (With him I'm so comfotable)."- beyonce, he's my man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend and i, we almost broke up yesterday. but we'r cool now. back to square one. and i love him so much(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....exam is just next week and im yet to touch my paper. crazy, i know. well, currently im missing boyfriend and mum. mum has gone to haji last monday and will only be back next month. boyfriend have left singapore with his family for a short vacation. and im here still stuck in singapore not going anywhere. anyway, i wish holidays starts today and soon, it will be 2010. i can hardly wait for my attachment and get out from that school. urgh! anyway, i cant wait for ninja assasin, new moon, case 39 and avatar ! so, anyone ? movie outing with me ???? *kening naeknaek* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boyfriend" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boyfriend" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Love/Boyfriends/boyfriend.jpg" border="0" alt="boyfriend Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-5875626881417287293?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5875626881417287293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5875626881417287293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5875626881417287293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5875626881417287293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/livelikewearedying.html' title='livelikewearedying'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-2867313729548664985</id><published>2009-11-15T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:39:23.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakout</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/newfallphotographythumb1.jpg" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for this few days, ive been falling apart. and i tot of having some self motivation on myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"i will not be late for class, i will do my best to have it a pass, i will finish this course without feeling to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, i will finish my task for this and next year, i will walk this line tho it's tough, i will pursuit in higher of education, and i will definitely finish this course eventho i hate it. " well, thats it. my own self motivation in school and to put my big head to go on with this course. since i have the urge of break out from this thing, like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan A; finish this course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan B; have it a diedie to scores all As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan C; do and work hard for theory paper and practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan D; listen attentively in class and follow all instruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan E; catch up all the things and study by heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan F; nomore debar and warning letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan G; graduate and have cert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan H; ok, what will be for this plan H?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan   I; still thinking about plan H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan  J; work and earn money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan K; go back to studies and take private Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan L; sign up to join early childhood in POLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan M; what will happen for plan M ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan N; err.. ? still studying for this 2 year course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan O; graduate with cert for early childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan P; since im alrdy 22, engage then.(insya'allah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan Q; search for jobs and apply for school.(master/degree maybe ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan R; study with linkage to the previous course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan S; no idea for plan R.. like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan T; study, work, work, study. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan U; and now, im planning for plan U..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan V; still thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan W; since im ageing, i'll settle down then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan X; after settling down and get my diploma, i'll still have my plan going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan Y; get a good job with good money for future use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plan Z; have kids before reaching at the age of 30 and im done planning(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;insya'allah, my plan will all work out well. amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-2867313729548664985?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2867313729548664985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=2867313729548664985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2867313729548664985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2867313729548664985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/breakout.html' title='breakout'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8643579380299671236</id><published>2009-11-15T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:42:47.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thingsmaygetouttacontrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/shadow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd116/ilovegreen297/silhouettewindow.jpg" alt="silhouette Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been watching movies for like two days in a straight row, and now i hereby that ive gone seriously broke. not even a single penny is in my wallet. and the worst of all is that, my phone credit will be gone in no time(that is if i keep on texting hamdi). but whatever it is, i really enjoy those two days i had. And the first movie i had is, 2012. and gotta tell you, 2012 isnt that really good. its good but not that really awesome. but the most i voted as watch-able is, paranormal activity, eventho i almost peed on my pants for freaking out. shh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8643579380299671236?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8643579380299671236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8643579380299671236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8643579380299671236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8643579380299671236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/thingsmaygetouttacontrol.html' title='thingsmaygetouttacontrol'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7104222157181239736</id><published>2009-11-11T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:43:28.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotmelockup</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/jail%20bar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bar Code Prison Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q101/artistkarrie/BarCodePrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me put it straight, to be frank i seriously hate this 2009 year. it gives me nothing but bad luck. ok, maybe not so much on the year but the month. especially this november month. i am so hating it. firstly im broke and the second is, i got a debar letter. well, i dont really give any damn on the debar letter its only that can i still take the exam is my first concern. but to look at it again, yeah. i could still have it. sigh~ didnt attend school for 16 days already got a debar letter. how if i didnt go for a month. im sure im confirm to be kick out from school. ITE, you gotta be kidding me. i feel like im in prison. seriously ! i need help. even boyfriend already got his warning letter. bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7104222157181239736?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7104222157181239736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7104222157181239736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7104222157181239736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7104222157181239736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/gotmelockup.html' title='gotmelockup'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-664772861633525997</id><published>2009-11-07T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:41:55.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>likeialwaysdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/im%20sorry" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r68/jessicalee13712/im-sorry.gif" border="0" alt="im sorry Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ego conquers your heart, you start thinking every negative things. you start to put everything in the wrong way and start blaming everyone 'cause every of the things you've done is all in the opposites way. and nothing will seem right in your eyes. so yeah, ive decided to put down the post ive posted yesterday. cause to think back again, im just being foolish to have posted that. i love my boyfriend and i love him very much. and its true what ive said earlier on. i can live without him but i just cant afford to loose him just yet. so lesson learn, dont solve things with anger. because things wont work out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-664772861633525997?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/664772861633525997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=664772861633525997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/664772861633525997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/664772861633525997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/likeialwaysdo.html' title='likeialwaysdo'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8454223518582186572</id><published>2009-10-27T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:41:34.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imjustalilbitcaughtup</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quote" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/quote211.jpg" border="0" alt="Quote Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life wont be any fun if you dont try it out. likewise, life will always be sucks whenever you think it is. well, i had a huge fight with boyfriend yesterday but everything is all solve up. to think about it all over again, i was the one who mess everything up and put him on the blame ive done. nuff said, i can live without him but i cant afford to lose him just yet. not even later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8454223518582186572?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8454223518582186572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8454223518582186572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8454223518582186572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8454223518582186572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/imjustalilbitcaughtup.html' title='imjustalilbitcaughtup'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/th_quote211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-9050460225870982207</id><published>2009-10-26T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:50:57.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life'sabitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hate" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 282px" border="0" alt="hate Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt177/snowball16_photos/z192970927.jpg" width="374" height="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it is only monday and people keep pissing me off so badly. and i have no idea why. life is so random with the negative shit that people gave to everyone around. and i seriously feel like pimping their head down the toilet bowl. if only sgp got no law i think i would alrdy shot them in the head. this really shows how i really hate them so much. i really cant stand their presence in class. with their stuck up attitude, it really boils me much. and if you people are sittin there bitchin 'bout me, well i don't give two fuck about it. i guess my name must have tastes real good because it's always in somebody's bitchass mouth. well, keep it rolling then if you want but dont forget the warning i have it outside, never cross the line if you still wanna live for another 10-20 years of your life. cause pimping your head down the toilet bowl will be my pleasure thing to do. call this childlish, i dont mind. cause someone really have to pay the mess that they have done. fuck me, dont be angry if one day you find that your name is famous in everyones mouth. &lt;u&gt;word spread faster then fire, baby&lt;/u&gt;. and oh, i didnt know that nowadays guys have already taken the girls place for being so nossy. i thought that it will only happen to girls. didnt know that guys are being fucking kpo too. its true that blogs are meant for everyone and anyone to read, but then when you abuse it, i dont think the owner will be liking it. reading the content of it will be much ok but when one has started to use the words the owner describe for someone they love and then start to make fun of it, i think they really have to pay a big price for abusing it. i dont know if its me for being sensitive but this monday really pissed me off. and boyfrend is giving me text msges that really hurts. seriously, what gives ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-9050460225870982207?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9050460225870982207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=9050460225870982207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9050460225870982207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9050460225870982207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifesabitch.html' title='life&apos;sabitch'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8667164001506855267</id><published>2009-10-25T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:37:48.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adayleftwithnoanswer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage%20background" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Backgrounds/retro22.jpg" border="0" alt="vintage background Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes to my lovely readers, im not gonna active for this few days due to my bloody modem is down. AND easy said, arnold will go rusty and dirty back. so yeah, miss me when im gone alrights(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: PLEASE DO KEEP MY TAGGY ROCKING(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;miin(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8667164001506855267?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8667164001506855267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8667164001506855267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8667164001506855267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8667164001506855267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/adayleftwithnoanswer.html' title='adayleftwithnoanswer'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Backgrounds/th_retro22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-6786162062909862443</id><published>2009-10-19T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:35:58.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s a bitch.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so bitch everything out.'/><title type='text'>atearfalldown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kplq4wVV3H1qzmnu2o1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/tumblr_kplq4wVV3H1qzmnu2o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Privacy&lt;/u&gt;, let me define it for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;1. The quality or condition of being secluded from the presence or view of others.&lt;br /&gt;2. the state of being private; retirement or seclusion. &lt;br /&gt;3. the state of being free from intrusion or disturbance in one's private life or affairs: the right to privacy.  &lt;br /&gt;4. secrecy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you guys out there who is merely stupid or a bloody darn noob, who still cant get it what privacy means, why not you guys buy a dictionary and check it out what it means. seriously, for my 17 years of life that i've live for is no privacy at all. everything you said and done is known by everyone. it is like, it spread faster then a fire. living under a roof with many people is indeed a so much fun, but when one begins to interfere with your life, it is a no fun at all. you'll find some distracting in your life and disturbance too. likewise, you'r privacy is no longer there. i dont mind sharing rooms, i dont really. but when one start to put all in one room, i feel myself cant breathe any oxygen anymore but a smoke of hatred and anger. sharing things once is a no mind at all but sharing things with so many people at a go and almost everyday, boils me much. i seriously want to have my ass move out from this house fast. i cant stand living under the same roof with them nimore thus i know it is impossilbe for dad to have it a change out of a sudden and move out from house. but i seriously cant endure it anymore. sometimes things really get me on my nerves. how i wish my life would grow up real fast. i miss muffin. another 2 hours to go till muffin end his work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-6786162062909862443?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6786162062909862443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=6786162062909862443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6786162062909862443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6786162062909862443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/atearfalldown.html' title='atearfalldown'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-709998409268346678</id><published>2009-10-17T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:05:52.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yourtheeclipseofmyheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/DSC02104.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gave me a reason told me that i'll always be yours. You are my desire my heart is so on fire for you. i can't stop lovin ya. So i watch you like a movie i'll sing you like a song read you like a story if it takes me all night long. Keep you like a secret i'll tell you like a joke it's true, it's true that i'll love you like i always do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparantly i dont know what came strike me to post this today. i misses muffin more and more every each day. maybe the time for us isnt really spend well. he's busy with work and school and im busy in school almost half of the time. and school schedule really suckx now since we have to swap timing with the second shift. oh wells, school life cant always be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-709998409268346678?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/709998409268346678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7880726516453479166</id><published>2009-10-15T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:13:29.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yourthesweetestdream</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i356.photobucket.com/albums/oo3/regi_031/Love/emoloveinpaint.jpg" border="0" alt="Love Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i love you ?&lt;br /&gt;i love you for so many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;big and small, and all of them are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i love you for the things you&lt;br /&gt;do that bring such special meaning to my life.&lt;br /&gt;i love you for the silent times&lt;br /&gt;when your eyes and arms tell me all i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;i love you just because i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my practical today and i was late for it. to cut it short, we do bread butter pudding today and the taste suckx ! toooo sweet and it is killing my ulcer. i seriously hate my petit fours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7880726516453479166?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7880726516453479166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7880726516453479166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7880726516453479166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7880726516453479166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/yourthesweetestdream.html' title='yourthesweetestdream'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i356.photobucket.com/albums/oo3/regi_031/Love/th_emoloveinpaint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3817245460177817027</id><published>2009-10-14T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:00:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yourmydevotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hugs" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="hugs Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/cuddle1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i dont know what strucks me to write this post today. i was out with friends after school and, i see many couples were walking side by side holding hands. like they were devoted to each other till their very last breath. well, knowingly deep inside me, i actually misses muffin alot more then he actually knows. so far from what i see, i hadnt been saying those three letter words to him like how oftenly he have said it to me. maybe because, i am no romantic at all. likewise, i am no mushy. nonetheless, i love muffin and yes i am devoted to him till my very last breath. to be truthful to my dear readers, muffin is not a romantic guy. but still, i love him a lot more then anyone could ever imagine. he may not be the perfect guy and he may not be the sweetest guy ever, but i could assure you that muffin is the most loveable boyfrend i ever had. he's nice, he's smart he's funny and he's the most irritating boyfrend. and still, i have no idea why i love him so much. i look at him once and now, i'm stuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-3817245460177817027?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3817245460177817027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3817245460177817027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3817245460177817027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3817245460177817027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/yourmydevotions_14.html' title='yourmydevotions'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-602170619192414883</id><published>2009-10-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:57:12.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yourthedrugsimaddicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/love-sick1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember what muffin's friend ask me when we met for the first time. he ask me this, " min, how can you fall for this messy guy ? he dont even look attractive. " well, what can i say ? love really can make you go blind. cause when you'r in love, all you see is nice. to be fact, muffin isnt messy actually. only that he's just being plain lazy to dress up well. im not praising him because he's my boyfriend, but im telling the truth. despite him being messy, he actually look kindda pleasent at the same time. or is it, i have problem with my eyes ? haha. but seriously, i'd prefer him wearing his worn-out jeans and tshirt. he looks perfect. and at times, i do have this thought of, how would i be if i dont have him with me. or, what would happen if he's no longer with me. you see, this things really scares me. and it really scare the shit out of me. and if one day, if those things were to happen, who will i talk to till sunrise ? who will irritates me just to see me angry ? who will say, " its ok " when thing goes wrong ? who will say "i love you" every minute of the conversation without fail ? and who will hug me and kiss me on the forehead just to show he cares ? maybe, i'll find someone that will talk to me till sunrise. and irritates me till i get angry. and say "its ok" when thing goes wrong. and say "i love you" every minute. and hug me and kiss me on the forehead just to show he cares. BUT i'll never have those thing sound and feel the same way i had in the previous. cause loving someone'else will never be the same. and as days goes by, i've always hope and pray the best for this relationship i have. because, leaving my life without him will be the last thing i'll do on my list. and having different muffin will never happen for i have only one room for him in me. i love muffin so much. others might have me in the past, but i'll be his, today tomorrow and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-602170619192414883?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/602170619192414883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=602170619192414883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/602170619192414883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/602170619192414883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/yourthedrugsimaddicted.html' title='yourthedrugsimaddicted'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1154969601068296411</id><published>2009-09-30T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:48:04.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now that ive got your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/DSC02005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since that my blog is starting to get rusty and dusty and dirty, how about i update a little ? well, holidays have been soooo great that i waste alot of my time at home rotting. life can be really bored. anyways, i cant for this sunday. will be going out raya-ing with friends. and im sure it gonna be hell a lot of fun since many of us will be meeting each other after for so long. well monkeys and gorillas, i miss you guys alot alot! make yourself free on sundays alright ? *big smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1154969601068296411?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1154969601068296411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1154969601068296411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1154969601068296411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1154969601068296411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-that-ive-got-your-love.html' title='now that ive got your love'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-546610941909719043</id><published>2009-09-22T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:01:32.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar and spice and everything nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3505745568_fd972ed525_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3505745568_fd972ed525_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally holidays here. but before that, lemme wish to all humans a SELAMAT HARI RAYA ! hope you guys enjoy your day as much as i did. and oh, sorry for not putting my raya pictures instead, cause the fact is that we didnt take any pictures together. well, everyone's busy entertaining guest. cause the first day we already held a open house and all of my brother's frends were here so not much of pictures were taken or should i say no pictures we actually taken. nonetheless, i still had fun with my cousins and all. and i was totally worn out that day. anyways, cant wait on the 4th(: i am sure we'r gonna have a hell lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-546610941909719043?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/546610941909719043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=546610941909719043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/546610941909719043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/546610941909719043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-holidays-here.html' title='sugar and spice and everything nice.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3951341051460252636</id><published>2009-09-16T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:18:58.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h.o.l.i.d.a.y.s</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=2871983318_f27b9a9b3f_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/2871983318_f27b9a9b3f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time since i last update. i guess, i hadnt been care much about my blog as much as i did the last time hah ? and i am seriously begining to transform to be a very lazy young lady ! oh wells, life has been great. great that holidays are just around the corners. and now i can really have the long vacation for myself. no disturbance from the irritating alarm clock and no yelling and shouting from mom just to make me get up from bed. and nomore getting up an hour early just to reach school in time. and nomore irritating classmates that somehow really boils me in silence. and oh, talking about me not being serious all the time.. tell me why should i be serious when time is all about having fun ? and why should i make myself look old when im only 17 ? and why should i get myself being so serious at the time where we should enjoy ? hmmm.. sometimes i really cant understand them talking about im not being serious. how can i when they actually believe me when im playing and not believing me when serious. how dumb. moreover, im just not down-to-earth. so ppl, doesnt mean im not serious i never get my work done(: just that, i have my own satisfaction in life and work. get it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-3951341051460252636?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3951341051460252636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3951341051460252636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3951341051460252636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3951341051460252636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/holidays.html' title='h.o.l.i.d.a.y.s'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7014921476410041411</id><published>2009-09-09T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:55:51.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not crazy but im just a lil bit unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=tumblr_kpn17sE3XH1qzmnu2o1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/tumblr_kpn17sE3XH1qzmnu2o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two days of not attending class, today i decided to come. seeing that i only got one day of mc, which i have it from polyclinic. well, class was pretty boring for the start. maam went thru our resume individually. and then we had our demo with the new lecturer. to be truthful, she's pretty slow. not technically but she loves dragging our time. and guess what, she took almost 2 hours for one demo-.-" which i find its a waist of time. seriously. and after demo, we had sw. and now, my leg is killing me. feel like pulling it out and put it a side. urgh ! tomorrow practical will be doing macaroon and i am so not waiting for it. can i not go ? sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebaran is only in 10 days, how great. i can have all the holidays to myself now. and yes, i seriously gonna use it well. I WANT VACATION ! anw, anyone wanna watch G-Force with me ?? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7014921476410041411?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7014921476410041411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7014921476410041411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7014921476410041411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7014921476410041411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-crazy-but-im-just-lil-bit-unwell.html' title='im not crazy but im just a lil bit unwell'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8560293630131180526</id><published>2009-09-06T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:23:54.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3796221693_831767b551.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3796221693_831767b551.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jb with my sisters this morning and we really shop till we drop. my feet is totally killing me right now. and i am super tired. we bought many things. from baju kurung to kueh raya from kueh raya to heels and from heels to party set. and now, im exhausted. anw photos will be upload in fb but ferst, i need to ask kak ekin for the pictures. sooo, good night everyone:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8560293630131180526?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8560293630131180526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8560293630131180526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8560293630131180526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8560293630131180526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-jb-with-my-sisters-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3402689021239470678</id><published>2009-09-03T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:59:46.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=2903113211_c3800536da_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/2903113211_c3800536da_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my miracle. you are soft and pure just like the air i breathe. you, heart of my heart, as a secret that you hold, deep within that so discretly hides your soul. The strength i simply never found, i will find for you. what i believe our future holds, i will see it through. To be with you a lifetime is really all i ask."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had phase test just now and i screwed it up a bit. well was a bit rushing at ferst but manage to get everything tru. but still, im not happy with it); urgh! i want retest ! and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mio miracolo&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-3402689021239470678?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3402689021239470678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3402689021239470678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3402689021239470678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3402689021239470678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-my-miracle.html' title='you are my miracle'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4722269423736332316</id><published>2009-09-02T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:09:43.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bizarre love triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3817380963_ed34caf306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3817380963_ed34caf306.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine valentine. yes you can hold my hand if u want to cause i want to hold yours too. we'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been great but the worst part is, the projects. it is cracking my brain and leading me to brain damage ! urgh, i hate projects. is there anyone out there who is kind enough to do my resume, report and reflection also ? hahaha! i am seriously in need of coffee break, eye break, hand break, brain break and the most important of all, a good laugh break.. seriously !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4722269423736332316?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4722269423736332316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4722269423736332316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4722269423736332316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4722269423736332316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='bizarre love triangle'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8863784589698804873</id><published>2009-08-29T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:39:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every lies has its truth, every truth has its meaning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3826578276_e64ba7037e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3826578276_e64ba7037e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My soul is crying, without asking why. I said te amo, wouldnt somebody tell me what he said. Dont it mean I love you Think it means I love you Dont it mean I love you, te amo."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stretch*&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so lazy today. sigh~ anw, my aunt came and so thy other siblings. we break fast together. and right now all i want is my comfy bed and my comfy pillow. i wanna sleep, but my eyes doesnt want to shut. and my whole right arm is aching. thankx to adrian. he bit my arm. anw, baybeat is tmrw. so, yes or no ? i wanna fllw my mum to geylang and at the same time, i wanna go to baybeats too. frends are all there, but... urgh ! let tomorrow decide itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8863784589698804873?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8863784589698804873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8863784589698804873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8863784589698804873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8863784589698804873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-lies-has-its-truth-every-truth.html' title='every lies has its truth, every truth has its meaning.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7535879254507559027</id><published>2009-08-29T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:42:18.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for what is life, is what we have to go tru</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3305128563_9b76c526c2_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3305128563_9b76c526c2_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distance rips me apart, crying tears of blood that drip slowly down my body.&lt;br /&gt;A collage of feelings running rampant, tendered by uncrotallable waves of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;scrambled thoughts linger on. praying for peace of mind. unable to calm a floodgate,&lt;br /&gt;filled with indecision and misdirection.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so lost without you. trying to get a grip of myself, &lt;br /&gt;losing control of my life. a burning sun and a total darkness. &lt;br /&gt;words dat lost within, wondering what has happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;lifeless,speechless confused that describe me best. &lt;br /&gt;trying to fight the way tru but lost in the mist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lifeskills today and it turn out to be pretty well. tho we had difficulties in understanding for what they are trying to say but still, i enjoy my day there. nearly cried after the visit. pity thing for them. hope i wont be like what i've seen earlier on. " god, if in this world i left with only one wish, i'd wish for a true happiness for me in future having my love ones by my side. amin. " after lifeskills went to woodland bazaar with shah. then meet up with adeq before going to 630 to meet ali. and oh, saw hamdi at his work place today. he looks different:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7535879254507559027?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7535879254507559027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7535879254507559027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7535879254507559027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7535879254507559027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-what-is-life-is-what-we-have-to-go.html' title='for what is life, is what we have to go tru'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7296541275240566047</id><published>2009-08-27T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:31:29.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3817308101_988cd3ae17_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3817308101_988cd3ae17_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All that i'm after is a life full of laughter. as long as i'm laughin' with you, i'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after. after the life we've been through cause i know there's no life after you."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. "a happy ending will always happen and all you need is patience."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all i want is your gentle breeze thru my hair and whisper in my ear. your my beautiful illusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7296541275240566047?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7296541275240566047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7296541275240566047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7296541275240566047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7296541275240566047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-2636814113063179929</id><published>2009-08-25T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:22:25.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>direction is what i needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3789815640_dd48baf9b0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3789815640_dd48baf9b0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you feel your heart's guarded and you see the break's started. when the clouds have all departed you'll be right here with me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it has already been four days of fasting and many months weeks and days has pass. and iam still wishing for a perfect one fine day in this 365 days. i know it sound cliche but then again, who knows it will happen. yknow, like miracle. anw, i was late today. almost late. but not really. yoko waited for me to change before we make our way in to the kitchen. and lemme tell you, we really had a great fun. seriously. we laugh our ass off till the end of the class. and erm, can i not go for tomorrow classss ? oh man ! sw, shiiiiit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never notice it but now, i do. strange... i just cant seem to leave it behind tho ive tried. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS i didnt turn up for dance prac, AGAIN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-2636814113063179929?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2636814113063179929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=2636814113063179929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2636814113063179929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2636814113063179929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/direction-is-what-i-needed.html' title='direction is what i needed'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-9132815886931163635</id><published>2009-08-24T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:14:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just call you mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3412531492_5c5040cd8b_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3412531492_5c5040cd8b_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fall apart and just a word from you somehow seems to fix whatever’s wrong. Ohh you reach into the weakest moments and remind me that i’m strong. you gotta know i’d be a fool not to see or even worse to forget that you’re more than i deserve. Nothing makes sense when you’re not here. as if my whole world disappears. without you what’s the point of it. Cause everyone that sees you always wants to know you and everyone that knows you always has a smile. you’re the dream that i’ve been chasing. after years of waiting, for a chance to finally shine, everyone calls you amazing i just call you mine."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going to practical tomorrow. and i dont feel like waking up early at 5 tomorrow. guess what ? i dont even want to go anywhr far from my bed. seriously ! i just want to stay in bed all day. urgh! i feel like sucha swine. hahaha ! god, im lazy. pffftttt~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-9132815886931163635?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9132815886931163635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=9132815886931163635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9132815886931163635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9132815886931163635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-call-you-mine.html' title='i just call you mine'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4372453336029745615</id><published>2009-08-23T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:30:34.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant take my eyes off you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3425846892_2d043626be_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3425846892_2d043626be_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So lay here beside me just hold me and don't let go this feelin'. i'm feeling is something i've never known and i just can't take my eyes off you."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh~ time really fly fast. and i am soo not ready for school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4372453336029745615?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4372453336029745615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4372453336029745615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4372453336029745615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4372453336029745615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='cant take my eyes off you.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-103662409880713636</id><published>2009-08-23T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:01:28.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon.'/><title type='text'>and so the lion falls in love with the lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/__4nk303LXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&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/__4nk303LXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny it, tho now im not a fan of edward anymore, but still i cant wait for november. i wanna watch new moon. soo, anyone up for it ? hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-103662409880713636?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/103662409880713636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=103662409880713636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/103662409880713636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/103662409880713636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-lion-falls-in-love-with-lamb.html' title='and so the lion falls in love with the lamb'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8067498014177522919</id><published>2009-08-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:43:14.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you hear me when i call your name ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01914.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/DSC01914.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never said, you never said, you never said that it would be this hard. love was meant to be forever, now or never seems too discard. there's gotta be a better way for me to say, what's on my heart without leaving scars. so can you remain when I call your name?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of fasting and i cant fast. wasted, i know. sigh~ anw, i cant wait for the lifeskills to start. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8067498014177522919?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8067498014177522919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8067498014177522919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8067498014177522919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8067498014177522919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-hear-me-when-i-call-your-name.html' title='can you hear me when i call your name ?'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4554651063863160502</id><published>2009-08-20T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:20:58.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no change without vulnerability</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3770403534_d242806c1e_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3770403534_d242806c1e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk on water, and you will catch me if I fall. And I will get lost into your eyes,and everything will be alright.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crap. and this thing shouldnt be happening. but then, it keeps on coming. sigh~ i wonder where is the FULLSTOP. i want this to come to an end. no, really. it feels awfully awful. tho, i already have the &lt;i&gt;afterthoughts&lt;/i&gt; about it. but still, i know i couldnt have it. so, why bother. urgh ! make it go away, pleaseeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4554651063863160502?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4554651063863160502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4554651063863160502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4554651063863160502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4554651063863160502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-no-change-without.html' title='there is no change without vulnerability'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8569705410282091146</id><published>2009-08-15T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:57:40.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance with me to the end of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=dance.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/dance.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my hand and stare me in the eye, dance with me like there's no tomorrow, cause our love last forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ppl for not updating. been plain lazy nowadays. and ohh, i miss rembuction. i miss dance prac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8569705410282091146?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8569705410282091146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8569705410282091146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8569705410282091146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8569705410282091146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-with-me-to-end-of-love.html' title='dance with me to the end of love.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4397340658075426852</id><published>2009-08-11T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:55:29.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i write a letter to fairies just to see you again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=000W053x4F4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/000W053x4F4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sincerely i tot celebrate with a whole group of frends would be great, but sadly it turn out to be a disaster moment. i abandon aisha and make her wait just to wait for thotho's brother but end up, we ran away from them. texted aisha to wait. plan plan plan we decided to walk a long route to marina. and so we did, reach there at 7. call aisha but she didnt pick up. and so i called zya. told her what happen and she freak out. cause she is not with aisha. call aisha again but still she didnt pick up her phone. walk around marina to find the rest. meet up and plan plan plan again. blah blah blah, got seperated with them, AGAIN. they left us behind while we were talking to mima and scriptz. called them and they say they are at the bridge. make our way there and saw kk. reach there we(me and deedee) called them again, and they say they are at penin. got pissed, i decided to stay there to watch fireworks. so we did. saw fireworks and blah blah blah, fireworks finish. we called them but sadly no network. *screw my phone* make our way out and called them again. and they say they are at boat quay. got pissed again. but still, we make our way there. reach there and they say they are at macodonalds. got there and sat and ate. seriously, the whole day i was pissed. totally pissed off ! but, manage to get everything tru. hmm, i was thinking. maybe the next year national day, i will just stay at home and watch it on teevee or follow dad and mum. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4397340658075426852?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4397340658075426852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4397340658075426852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4397340658075426852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4397340658075426852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-write-letter-to-fairies-just-to-see.html' title='i write a letter to fairies just to see you again.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4913240108711633462</id><published>2009-08-08T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:39:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when there's you, nothing bothers me much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=3661403661_14dac56d6c_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/3661403661_14dac56d6c_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you like crazy even more than words can say. I miss you like crazy every minute of everyday. Boy, I'm so down when you're love's not around, I miss you."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you something, I LOVE SHIA LABEOUF. well, tho many girls thinks that he's ugly and not hot, but i think he's cute and funny. ;D awwwwwwwwwwwww~ anw, happy advance birthday singapore. cant for tmrw outings(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4913240108711633462?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4913240108711633462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4913240108711633462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4913240108711633462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4913240108711633462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-theres-you-nothing-bothers-me-much.html' title='when there&apos;s you, nothing bothers me much.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-543992147416261212</id><published>2009-08-05T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:43:05.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my mind, you are the sweetness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Snl-FtxDohI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3-wn35EHMBU/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366459067638456850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Snl-FtxDohI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3-wn35EHMBU/s320/s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "A smile, no matter how beautiful, how sweet, as long as it's not yours, it's not special. Tears, no matter how bitter, how salty, with your condolences, it's a clear day yet again. No matter how close, how intimate you are, without a hug, it's considered too far ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got up and i seriously got nothing to blog. and im darn tired now. *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-543992147416261212?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/543992147416261212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=543992147416261212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/543992147416261212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/543992147416261212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-mind-you-are-sweetness.html' title='in my mind, you are the sweetness.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Snl-FtxDohI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3-wn35EHMBU/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8856514231268581201</id><published>2009-08-04T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:48:08.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purity is what i seek in your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sng3NM7I97I/AAAAAAAAAOk/hQW7kI8Z9ho/s1600-h/3466437587_d3128fbf72_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366099655959050162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sng3NM7I97I/AAAAAAAAAOk/hQW7kI8Z9ho/s320/3466437587_d3128fbf72_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When the world changed unknowingly, sometimes i miss the way i used to be. Even though my dreams are far fetched, just thinking about it is a kind of happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel like shouting. and i mean it. and i feel like doing it now. "ARGHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;ok, phewwww~ im done. sigh~ i got a lot of things going on in my head. especially the lifeskills thingy. lemme tell you, i hate doing projects. especially when there's no humans contributing any ideas. like seriously, i hate it. superrr hate it. hate it hate it hate ittt ! blergh~ oh whatever, rather then throwing tantrums over here, i wanna help mum with her 600 curry puff need to be made. at least there's something i could let my mind think off. curry puff-.-" hah ! and ohh, somehow or rather, im starting to fall in love with ancient arts. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8856514231268581201?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8856514231268581201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8856514231268581201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8856514231268581201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8856514231268581201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/purity-is-what-i-seek-in-your-eyes.html' title='purity is what i seek in your eyes'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sng3NM7I97I/AAAAAAAAAOk/hQW7kI8Z9ho/s72-c/3466437587_d3128fbf72_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1313573111184232177</id><published>2009-08-03T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:00:28.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there, angels in my nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SnborFxiSUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QzUCg-alm5k/s1600-h/2279772548_31232da863_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365731833040488770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SnborFxiSUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QzUCg-alm5k/s320/2279772548_31232da863_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Some things we don't talk about rather do without just hold a smile fallen in and out of love the same damn problem together all the while"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class is pretty darn boring today. we do nothing but discuss for our lifeskills project. and as usual, shah falls asleep the moment maam starts talking. haha(: after school, had our lunch at IMM. rott there about an hour before walking our way to DAISO. after strolling the whole mall and ate ice cream, we headed back home. sigh~ phase test will be tmrw and its at one-.-" i hate phase test. it gives me the nervy b.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1313573111184232177?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1313573111184232177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1313573111184232177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1313573111184232177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1313573111184232177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-there-angels-in-my-nightmare.html' title='hello there, angels in my nightmare.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SnborFxiSUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QzUCg-alm5k/s72-c/2279772548_31232da863_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-9045099450858382258</id><published>2009-08-02T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:07:13.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if its impossible, then i'll make it possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SnW3-hPLokI/AAAAAAAAAOM/r3Et9MkKijs/s1600-h/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365396815783633474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SnW3-hPLokI/AAAAAAAAAOM/r3Et9MkKijs/s320/DSC01887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Maybe i was stupid for telling you goodbye. maybe i was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight. i know that i've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too. either way I found out, i'm nothing without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, those hands are mine and ieka's. we took that on friday after lunch at pizza hut with dearie aisha and zya at amk. anw, saw that same shell bangles ? its a gift from me to ieka. well, i know its not much, but its the thoughts that count, right ? hoho :D love you much bestfrend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phase test on tuesday, sure die liaooo ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-9045099450858382258?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9045099450858382258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=9045099450858382258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9045099450858382258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/9045099450858382258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-its-impossible-then-ill-make-it.html' title='if its impossible, then i&apos;ll make it possible.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SnW3-hPLokI/AAAAAAAAAOM/r3Et9MkKijs/s72-c/DSC01887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7847884587499209660</id><published>2009-08-02T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:06:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart goes pop when i saw the glimpse of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/slZ2Uwa56OM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&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/slZ2Uwa56OM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored and so i went searching for videos and i found this. this guy is really nuts. HAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;anw, im starting to miss everyone. and i mean it, everyone..(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-7847884587499209660?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7847884587499209660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7847884587499209660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7847884587499209660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7847884587499209660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-goes-pop-when-i-saw-glimpse-of.html' title='my heart goes pop when i saw the glimpse of you.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-764494761472046329</id><published>2009-07-29T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:12:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the love that i've found in you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=6376_110170861854_614671854_2108747.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/6376_110170861854_614671854_2108747.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how do you stay awake knowing all I do is to think of you. all the things we thought about that never will happen again if I could just see you"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i seem to hate every tuesdays and thursdays. not because of the practical BUT the timing. all because i have to wake my dumb head up early at 5. imagine that. sob* and i feel like im back to my seondary school days. only the different is the people and the atmosphere. oh wells, this is what we called life, isnt it ? anw, today class is pretty ok. many discussion was made among our group for the lifeskills project. and even the conflict too. but we made it tru:D but most of it, i love my way back home and the picture we took at the isolation area before heading back home. i laugh my lungs out from school till the mrt. HAHAHA ! i love jellyfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-764494761472046329?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/764494761472046329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=764494761472046329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/764494761472046329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/764494761472046329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-that-ive-found-in-you.html' title='the love that i&apos;ve found in you.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1189937665353678744</id><published>2009-07-27T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:55:44.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the glory we have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/?action=view&amp;current=2146087082_3108a8681a_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l315/kid_012/2146087082_3108a8681a_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its like, what did they say ? oh, yes. YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE:D"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what we all have alrdy predicted, singapore will be thrashed by liverpool. and so it was. the score was 5-0. how cool can it be ? and thanx to dear omar, i was there:D and so after the game, i follow omar to meet his frend, before they sent me to abg's car. blahblahblah, meet abg at his car then off we go for our dinner. reach home and help mum out with her currypuff.. and oh, house was crowded with cuzzy and aunties. but overall, im happy !! :D glory glory liverpool *CHEERS*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blogger is starting to be veryvery irritating.. -.-"*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1189937665353678744?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1189937665353678744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1189937665353678744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1189937665353678744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1189937665353678744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/glory-i-have-got.html' title='the glory we have.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3797943348519067501</id><published>2009-07-25T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:00:34.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts are only for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmqqfZ_kRfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DsRN1iGB1d8/s1600-h/3558749206_e5035719db_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362285762868168178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmqqfZ_kRfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DsRN1iGB1d8/s320/3558749206_e5035719db_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"staring out at the rain with a heavy heart. it's the end of the world in my mind. then your voice pulls me back like a wake up call, ive been looking for the answer somewhere. i couldnt see that it was right here. but now i know what i didnt know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*yawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*rub eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i cant really open my eyes wide. tho yesterday i went to bed pretty early.. and my whole body is aching. and i mean it, the whole body. i feel like sleeping again.. but i cant, i have to call the heartware network for the lifeskills project. i really want to start off early. i cant wait any longer. not wanting to drag this project any further anymore. and test is just around the corner. its horrible. never felt this nervous before. *brrrr and ohh, thanx to omar im going for tomorrow's game. he bought the tix for me. and it is foc. how sweet ?? but, dinner will be my treat. *smile widely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-3797943348519067501?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3797943348519067501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3797943348519067501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3797943348519067501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3797943348519067501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-thoughts-are-only-for-you.html' title='my thoughts are only for you.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmqqfZ_kRfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DsRN1iGB1d8/s72-c/3558749206_e5035719db_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-2098735305888783733</id><published>2009-07-23T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:18:43.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it took me only a minute to realise it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Smhed4G3JhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YSW6kE4voGc/s1600-h/fernando_torres8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361639223754958354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Smhed4G3JhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YSW6kE4voGc/s320/fernando_torres8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"every moments we had, every minute we shared, every hours we left, i only think about you. every penny i have, every dollars in hand, every cents i got, all i want is you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;liverpool is coming to singapore and so is torres, but sadly i cant go. iam super broke this month. sigh~ im really missing the great action. oh wells, can always see them live in teevee. BUT i seriously wanna go. its LIVERPOOL. urgh ! suria is going and it is soo not fair. i cant meet torres. wth. all hail me for not saving a single cents..  T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DADDY ! I WANNA MEET TORRES, PLEASE DAD PLEASE !! &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/6551346936523690715-2098735305888783733?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2098735305888783733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=2098735305888783733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2098735305888783733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2098735305888783733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-took-me-only-minute-to-realise-it.html' title='it took me only a minute to realise it.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Smhed4G3JhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YSW6kE4voGc/s72-c/fernando_torres8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8338249507976595882</id><published>2009-07-22T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:43:18.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the way you make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmcbeeY0g8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZSRhBIB_q3A/s1600-h/3333301852_6fb9f12b69_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361284091775058882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmcbeeY0g8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZSRhBIB_q3A/s320/3333301852_6fb9f12b69_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"you make smile like the sun, fall out of bed sing like a bird dizzy in my head, spin like a record crazy on a sunday night. ohh, you make me smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as always, class is boring but fun. and p.e is superb(: we played handball with the fitness student. apparently wan faris were there too. anw, the coolest thing is, we won the game.*big smile* and now, im tired. super tired. eventho i have alrdy slept(without changing) in the afternoon after i got home. oh sigh~ class will be at 8 tomorrow and i am so not feeling like going at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8338249507976595882?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8338249507976595882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8338249507976595882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8338249507976595882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8338249507976595882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-way-you-make-me-smile.html' title='i love the way you make me smile.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmcbeeY0g8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZSRhBIB_q3A/s72-c/3333301852_6fb9f12b69_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-7284918990713860479</id><published>2009-07-21T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:38:50.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you caught me instantly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmXAE9G41jI/AAAAAAAAANk/FG6jk4Jozdk/s1600-h/3732229253_0aa8ef5d07_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360902122809906738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmXAE9G41jI/AAAAAAAAANk/FG6jk4Jozdk/s320/3732229253_0aa8ef5d07_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmW-kpFRJBI/AAAAAAAAANc/XZnAkXlQJDM/s1600-h/2191640443_05d037612a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"i was alone when i heard someone whisper your name, but when i turn around, i didnt saw anyone. then i realise, i misses you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was super late for school, er.. not that super late was only 5 mins late. heeee XD anyway, we have practical today and we do this idontknow what's the name of the bread-.- and it taste way better then the rye bread. i swear. and as usual, today start exactly like yesterday. pissed off. not only i came in late and had a fight with the other ite student for the train but my station is darn messy when i came in and my bowl went missing and whatsnot, even my tray is dirty and everything is not even placed in an orderly manner. how horrible can it be ? and ohh, my sink has choclate stain too. i dont know what is in their mind but cant they clean it properly ? well, it is my sation yknow and i never let it un-clean before. stoooopid ! all thanks to the april intake. i have to do more things then i needed to do today. but oh wells, afternoon is better. everyone started smilling and joke around. like aishah say, " we give them chance." HAHAHA ! rightttttt ~&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/6551346936523690715-7284918990713860479?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7284918990713860479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=7284918990713860479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7284918990713860479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/7284918990713860479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-caught-me-instantly.html' title='you caught me instantly.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmXAE9G41jI/AAAAAAAAANk/FG6jk4Jozdk/s72-c/3732229253_0aa8ef5d07_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-884199399579658667</id><published>2009-07-20T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:43:46.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it is you, i'll be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmRxuzIVLqI/AAAAAAAAANM/gt960F7j3fw/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360534505290804898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmRxuzIVLqI/AAAAAAAAANM/gt960F7j3fw/s320/Image026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; " wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all. nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what i can have. if i could dim the lights in the mall and create a mood i would, shout out your name so it echoes in every room, i would "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont know why, but is it me or is it just me, that class is super hyper today ? well, today shah is not being herself, she was dancing to the H1N1 song in class and then start boogie with miley song, which she have never done before. and class is being super noisy. but overall, i did enjoy class today tho lifeskill is a bit boring. and the great thing is that, class ends at 2(: and after class aishah and me decided to explore the new mall, west coast plaza. and lemme tell you, the west coast plaza is gigantic and nice and peaceful. not much humans in it. we walk around the plaza and went into the ntuc and the wine stall before started browsing tru cheese, choclate and crackers.. at 5+, we took bus back to clementi and i saw abg and his frends.. well, i end my day with abg. i miss him so much(: and oh, thanks abg for the treat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s: thats the random pic that i took during lunch time. look at the drastic change. hahaha !&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/6551346936523690715-884199399579658667?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/884199399579658667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=884199399579658667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/884199399579658667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/884199399579658667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-it-is-you-ill-be-happy.html' title='if it is you, i&apos;ll be happy.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmRxuzIVLqI/AAAAAAAAANM/gt960F7j3fw/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5171058936005977039</id><published>2009-07-19T17:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:09:42.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you lit my life with full of colours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmLxz8GcigI/AAAAAAAAANE/RXSzF1mMGx8/s1600-h/3196812013_5500a9c5c8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360112381133097474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmLxz8GcigI/AAAAAAAAANE/RXSzF1mMGx8/s320/3196812013_5500a9c5c8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;" each time the wind blows, i hear your voice, so i call your name. whispers at morning, our love is dawning. heavens glad that you came."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up with a no good feeling today. im tired and i can hardly open my eyes. sheeshh~ *ok, skip that part* well, im alone now. mum's out and dad isnt at home. sigh~ im hungry. but i dont feel like eating anything. all i want now is, CHOCOLATE. is there anyone out there who is kind enough to donate me some ? hahaha. well, tmrw there's school and im really not excited about it.i dont feel like going anyway. sigh~ and oh, apart from me being not myself, i do laugh a lil tho. all hail subash for his malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;subash/no surprise. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. stella make sure makan something ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.kalau tak makan, nanti subash sure marah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.FUUUUYOOOO!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;S T E L L A/cho-co-late says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. i wanna post this at blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. and let everyone read it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. hahahaahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;subash/no surprise. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. i'm gonna be famousss! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;S T E L L A/cho-co-late says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. rightt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;subash/no surprise. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;S T E L L A/cho-co-late says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. pukol berape subash keluar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;subash/no surprise. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. satu, dua, tiga, empat, lima.. hw to say six?&lt;br /&gt;S T E L L A/cho-co-late says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. enam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA ! cute or what ? subashsubash *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s: i miss mum, dad and abg. T.T&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/6551346936523690715-5171058936005977039?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5171058936005977039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5171058936005977039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5171058936005977039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5171058936005977039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-lit-my-life-with-full-of-colours.html' title='you lit my life with full of colours.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmLxz8GcigI/AAAAAAAAANE/RXSzF1mMGx8/s72-c/3196812013_5500a9c5c8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3148346606364523797</id><published>2009-07-18T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:04:22.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was i too close for comfort.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmC7AGrl_wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rfc-x1zBX54/s1600-h/9d992da4284e7cba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359489167038742274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmC7AGrl_wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rfc-x1zBX54/s320/9d992da4284e7cba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today's date is really a kokap. harry potter and the half blood prince tix were all sold out. how cruel can it be ? i guess, i'll have to wait till monday then. "lala, we shouldnt have come." T.T&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/6551346936523690715-3148346606364523797?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3148346606364523797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3148346606364523797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3148346606364523797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3148346606364523797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-i-too-close-for-comfort.html' title='was i too close for comfort.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmC7AGrl_wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rfc-x1zBX54/s72-c/9d992da4284e7cba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8593693653623122661</id><published>2009-07-17T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:53:44.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can see it in your eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmCPyeXHU1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6cwqoTZ0gCc/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359441653877134162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmCPyeXHU1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6cwqoTZ0gCc/s320/DSC01729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'll reach out my hand to you, i'll have faith in all you do. just call my name and i'll be there(:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;school is pretty much dull today. it starts at 1 and ends at 230-.-" we have lifeskills and we were given a task to complete by this 3 mnths. sigh~ elderly or disabled children ? i think, disabled children.. hmm, have to start planning now. i dont want to drag this project any further. and soon, i'll be busy with school work. TIRED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8593693653623122661?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8593693653623122661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8593693653623122661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8593693653623122661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8593693653623122661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-see-it-in-your-eyes.html' title='i can see it in your eyes.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SmCPyeXHU1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/6cwqoTZ0gCc/s72-c/DSC01729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4001499725270245967</id><published>2009-07-15T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:56:29.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sl3N_B-h-bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xm4ojDfDab4/s1600-h/1_846343617m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358665614386919858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sl3N_B-h-bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xm4ojDfDab4/s320/1_846343617m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" is this the whole picture or is it just a start ? i used to try and walk alone. but now i have begun to grow. and when you tell me just to rest, finally im letting go"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;had s&amp;amp;w at four and we run in the hall like mad ppls with no stopping. and my lungs almost gonna explode since it has alrdy been a month i have not been working out. just being plain lazy, i know-.-" and we play captain's ball after that. sadly we lost. oh wells, who cares ? afterall, it is just a warm up(: and now, im dead tired. and my whole left leg is aching. thankx to haikal for pushing me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;practical at 8. and im lazy to go to school tmrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4001499725270245967?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4001499725270245967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4001499725270245967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4001499725270245967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4001499725270245967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-once-upon-time.html' title='it was a once upon a time.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sl3N_B-h-bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xm4ojDfDab4/s72-c/1_846343617m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-23595346885668577</id><published>2009-07-12T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:04:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it isnt to hard to see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SloDV3SDYoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qimQlfDlfJ8/s1600-h/2304982559_9ebe89995b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357598380862431874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SloDV3SDYoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qimQlfDlfJ8/s320/2304982559_9ebe89995b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"in my thoughts of you, there is an underlying love that is present in every word, every glimpse i hope you feel it as i do, for it is what i am and ever will i be cause thoughts of you warm my heart like a moon lit summer night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;follow mum to jb today. again, another doom day for me. as usual, it is sunday(: haha! and lemme tell you, it is a very long and tiring day there. we stop by at kotaraya before going to jakel where mum bought manymany raya clothing. and again, im the one who has to carry all those stuff. thanks aye mum-.-" reach home at 7. shower, change and had dinner with aunt. since she drop by here. oh wells i think i've lost my mood now. im dead tired. and my eyes wont shut. HELP !&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/6551346936523690715-23595346885668577?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/23595346885668577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=23595346885668577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/23595346885668577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/23595346885668577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-isnt-to-hard-to-see.html' title='it isnt to hard to see.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SloDV3SDYoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qimQlfDlfJ8/s72-c/2304982559_9ebe89995b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4701711633746040885</id><published>2009-07-11T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:12:54.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heads over heels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SliNF5SvTDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e61zcHuAnIo/s1600-h/4b9792e8d346deda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357186889175485490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SliNF5SvTDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e61zcHuAnIo/s320/4b9792e8d346deda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" you're everything i thought you were never were and nothing like i thought you could have been. you're the only one i wish i could forget the only one i love to not forgive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its saturday and im staying at home.-.-" im dead bored.. so dead bored.&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/6551346936523690715-4701711633746040885?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4701711633746040885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4701711633746040885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4701711633746040885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4701711633746040885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/heads-over-heels.html' title='heads over heels.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SliNF5SvTDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e61zcHuAnIo/s72-c/4b9792e8d346deda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3624681254768205175</id><published>2009-07-08T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:08:44.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how should i explain when im lost in the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SlSjkt7ip4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/kWlPmLRD06k/s1600-h/5a9b3d9bfd12cca0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356085708050311042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SlSjkt7ip4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/kWlPmLRD06k/s320/5a9b3d9bfd12cca0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get. only what you are expecting to give, which is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went home with shah taking the train. and a "round" guy gives me a most welcoming smile and a hi. how sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i didnt expected it. how horrible. the broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight. maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing my time. i am here still waiting though i still have my doubts. i am damaged at best, like you've alrdy figure it out. i'm falling a part, im barely breathing. with a broken heart that's still healing. in your name i find meaning. so im holding on. im barely holding on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;was it love at first ?&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/6551346936523690715-3624681254768205175?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3624681254768205175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3624681254768205175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3624681254768205175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3624681254768205175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-should-i-explain-when-im-lost-in.html' title='how should i explain when im lost in the rain.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SlSjkt7ip4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/kWlPmLRD06k/s72-c/5a9b3d9bfd12cca0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-2182760899836716560</id><published>2009-07-05T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:25:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are not alone, im here with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SlC2Z7DxKXI/AAAAAAAAALc/ECwhq3E8heA/s1600-h/2744879639_4f51043d71_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354980513410001266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SlC2Z7DxKXI/AAAAAAAAALc/ECwhq3E8heA/s320/2744879639_4f51043d71_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;class starts tomorrow. and im telling you, im lazy to go. super lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another day has gone, im still all alone. how could this be, you're not here with me. you never said goodbye, someone please tell me why. did you have to go and leave my world so cold. everyday i sit and ask myself, how did love slip away ? something whisper in my ears and says, you are not alone for i am here with you, though you are far away i am here to stay.&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/6551346936523690715-2182760899836716560?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2182760899836716560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=2182760899836716560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2182760899836716560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2182760899836716560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-not-alone-im-here-with-you.html' title='you are not alone, im here with you.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SlC2Z7DxKXI/AAAAAAAAALc/ECwhq3E8heA/s72-c/2744879639_4f51043d71_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-6942225801643310174</id><published>2009-07-03T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:30:29.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you will never be far, cause you are always near.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk30VB7tWsI/AAAAAAAAALU/D8s5SHODaQM/s1600-h/2585244425_802c9aa528_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354204174146689730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk30VB7tWsI/AAAAAAAAALU/D8s5SHODaQM/s320/2585244425_802c9aa528_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've changed my msn account. getting bored with the old one. many unwanted humans in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was tired and now im bound, my head is off the ground. for a long time i was so weary. tired of the sound, ive heard before. gnawing of the nighttime at the door. haunted by the things i've made. stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade. i was broken for a long time, but it's over now. it's over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-6942225801643310174?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6942225801643310174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=6942225801643310174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6942225801643310174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6942225801643310174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-will-never-be-far-cause-you-are.html' title='you will never be far, cause you are always near.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk30VB7tWsI/AAAAAAAAALU/D8s5SHODaQM/s72-c/2585244425_802c9aa528_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1988360020433315243</id><published>2009-07-02T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:31:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take my hand and never let it go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Skx8jTkYTEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tapxp_gOlts/s1600-h/309490206_78d9e9b187_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353791003026803778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Skx8jTkYTEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tapxp_gOlts/s320/309490206_78d9e9b187_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your fingertips across my skin. the palm trees swaying in the wind. you sang me lullabies, the sweetest sadness in your eyes. i never wanted you to be unhappy. goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream, so long my luckless romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1988360020433315243?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1988360020433315243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1988360020433315243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1988360020433315243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1988360020433315243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-my-hand-and-never-let-it-go.html' title='take my hand and never let it go'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Skx8jTkYTEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tapxp_gOlts/s72-c/309490206_78d9e9b187_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-463360836965977583</id><published>2009-06-29T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:40:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fairytale was told</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Ski-pa72HKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KzO1C6iyS1U/s1600-h/3553821437_4c12f0ebf9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352737775944080546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Ski-pa72HKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KzO1C6iyS1U/s320/3553821437_4c12f0ebf9_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i only thought of you and me and never anything else. the time we spent together kept me sane. you helped me to be myself. what i didnt realise is that the distance was breaking your heart even under you'r best disguise, it was tearing you apart. a dream that's daily coming true and when the day is through i will come to you and take you on your many charms. and you'll look at me with eyes that see and we'll melt into each other arms. you'll be my king and i'll be your queen and i'll be your lover too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tight schedule today but i managed to get everything done before mum gets home. dead tired now. i think i'll better keep some thougts to myself now. goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-463360836965977583?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/463360836965977583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=463360836965977583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/463360836965977583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/463360836965977583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/fairytale-was-told.html' title='a fairytale was told'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Ski-pa72HKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KzO1C6iyS1U/s72-c/3553821437_4c12f0ebf9_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-6136935295050113874</id><published>2009-06-28T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:06:26.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is just another moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkdLBLz7FFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nOfn3rHz47A/s1600-h/2759246811_651081c17b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352329165875647570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkdLBLz7FFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nOfn3rHz47A/s320/2759246811_651081c17b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY 57TH BIRTHDAY DAD. HAPPY 34TH BIRTHDAY ABG.. i hope and pray the best for you both and i hope happiness will always be by your side.. i love you oh-so much. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thousand of stars shining brightly making the dark sky looks beautiful. with the wind blow softly, i felt calm, peaceful. i felt love. everything that i see, it reminds me of you. you sat there on the cliff beside me. you open wide your arms and i wrap myself in you. the warm that i felt makes me feel safe and secure. but the warm of love that was felt before, i've lost it with just a blink of eye. you gone never looking back. i felt lost and now, i'll be gone. goodbye, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;your the missing chapter in my life.&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/6551346936523690715-6136935295050113874?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6136935295050113874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=6136935295050113874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6136935295050113874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6136935295050113874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-just-another-moment.html' title='it is just another moment.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkdLBLz7FFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nOfn3rHz47A/s72-c/2759246811_651081c17b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-3433914372183767030</id><published>2009-06-26T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:09:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna find you there wanna hold on tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkTFjtPEeyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pFhXa0a8_zo/s1600-h/2969394764_7d4e7e0e23_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351619474451888930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkTFjtPEeyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pFhXa0a8_zo/s320/2969394764_7d4e7e0e23_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing there by the broken tree, his hands were all twisted he was pointing at me. i was damned by the light coming out of his eyes. he spoke with a voice that disrupted by the sky. he said " walk on over yeah to the bit of shade, i will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you have been saved" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wasnt surprised by it, but i never knew it would conquer my heart. knowing you teaches me a hell new lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-3433914372183767030?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3433914372183767030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=3433914372183767030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3433914372183767030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/3433914372183767030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-find-you-there-wanna-hold-on.html' title='i wanna find you there wanna hold on tight'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkTFjtPEeyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pFhXa0a8_zo/s72-c/2969394764_7d4e7e0e23_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-2425014595453857255</id><published>2009-06-26T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:01:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbyee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkSYLgCBpRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Jj83qXvARrc/s1600-h/3661352164_3ce7886a32_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351569580567405842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkSYLgCBpRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Jj83qXvARrc/s320/3661352164_3ce7886a32_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone wants to be him, the king of pop. even a 7 year old kid. he dance he grooves and he sings. he is capable in doing anything, everything. he is the world wide king and he is michael jackson. none can beat him, nonone can. his death shock everyone, even me. he inspired me a lot more then anyone could imagine. i still remember when i was a kiddie, i used to play his song in my cd player and dance like how he dance. sing all of his songs. and even bought his thriller cd. and i still remember that day in school i sang black and white. god, please let his soul rest in peace.. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant believe that im crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-2425014595453857255?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2425014595453857255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=2425014595453857255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2425014595453857255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/2425014595453857255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbyee.html' title='goodbyee..'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkSYLgCBpRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Jj83qXvARrc/s72-c/3661352164_3ce7886a32_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4801657951307597479</id><published>2009-06-25T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:31:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me if time should make a change then why do i feel the same ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkNmPii-4hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PoPPrhwkgcg/s1600-h/3416620218_3dda932933_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351233199403885074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkNmPii-4hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PoPPrhwkgcg/s320/3416620218_3dda932933_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" do you know whats worth fighting for ? when it's not worth dying for ? does it take your breathe away ? and you feel yourself suffocating ? when you're at the end of the road and you lost all senses of control and you thoughts have taken their toll when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul. your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesnt pass nothings ever built to last, you're in ruins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;million of stars lined up for us and all we got to do is to choose.&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/6551346936523690715-4801657951307597479?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4801657951307597479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4801657951307597479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4801657951307597479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4801657951307597479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-if-time-should-make-change-then.html' title='tell me if time should make a change then why do i feel the same ?'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkNmPii-4hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PoPPrhwkgcg/s72-c/3416620218_3dda932933_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8736612570925259965</id><published>2009-06-24T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:18:43.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i rise, you fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkI4zHNhBvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/E5X7Mf_uIus/s1600-h/3514711223_7494cf3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 409px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350901758029793010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkI4zHNhBvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/E5X7Mf_uIus/s320/3514711223_7494cf3027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;transformers is the best i tell you. tho we have the tix to the front row, but still it worth everything. every single thing. to the long queu and also to the front seat. eventho the back people keeps on kicking my chair and the lady beside me was snoring tru out the movie and her guyfrend phone keeps on ringing. but then, who cares ? when your eyes are already stick the screen and the movie is great, you just wont bother about your surroundings. and i tell you, you guys should really watch it ! and did i tell you that shia labeouf is hot ? hahahaha. well, he's actually is. and i really dont have the idea on why the straits times rate it as 2.5. sighh~ anw, i think i should stop here and shall not elaborate more since many havent watch it.. so people, watch it ok ? and i bet you guys would love it..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, after movie follow dee to her dad's house and we or should i say i begin to have my shopping spree at her house. her mom gave me loads of baju kurung and many of it has it pairs. so i guess i'll be wearing the same one as dee for this year raya.. hahahaha ! and ohhhhh, im gonna catch G.I JOE with dee again next mnth. yeay !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8736612570925259965?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8736612570925259965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8736612570925259965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8736612570925259965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8736612570925259965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-rise-you-fall.html' title='i rise, you fall'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkI4zHNhBvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/E5X7Mf_uIus/s72-c/3514711223_7494cf3027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1323253626736457067</id><published>2009-06-24T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:50:23.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your eyes dont lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkGSBzdloBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aC-L2zILho8/s1600-h/2044084750_731f50dfa1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350718391984693266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkGSBzdloBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aC-L2zILho8/s320/2044084750_731f50dfa1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was heaving the sweetest dream and feeling cosy with the weather when suddenly the phone went "RRRRRINNNNNGGGG" and pooooff all of my sweetest dreams gone. woke up and pick up the phone, and mum was on the other line asking me to get up and fetch qistina and danial back from their religious class. sigh~ yeah, it was big SIGH~ so hurriedly to the toilet and then fetch them. anyway, i seriously cant wait for mum to get home. i wanna go out. i got a date with deedee(: we'r watching transformers. yeay ! thanx deedee for accompanying me. *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1323253626736457067?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1323253626736457067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1323253626736457067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1323253626736457067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1323253626736457067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-eyes-dont-lie.html' title='your eyes dont lie'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SkGSBzdloBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aC-L2zILho8/s72-c/2044084750_731f50dfa1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4316372594669980186</id><published>2009-06-22T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:20:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death is peacefull when you'r with the one you love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sj5cCMTDtwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONRzEdIdJvc/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349814600093382402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sj5cCMTDtwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONRzEdIdJvc/s320/new+moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner with family was great. felt the bonding between us growing stronger.. and oh, thanx for the treat kak :D anw, i have done watching the trailer of new moon. well, it isnt the official one only fan made but still, it is awsome. only that, their trailer make me confuse thats all. seriously i cant wait to watch it tho, ive done reading the book. but still, it isnt 100% same as what it is written in book. sad huh ? sigh~ and oh, mum says edward is effing hot tho she says jacob looks better. :P hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4316372594669980186?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4316372594669980186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4316372594669980186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4316372594669980186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4316372594669980186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-is-peacefully-when-your-with-one.html' title='death is peacefull when you&apos;r with the one you love..'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sj5cCMTDtwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONRzEdIdJvc/s72-c/new+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4729672973771151059</id><published>2009-06-20T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:24:25.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love and wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sjz8XMzT8LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sp6yyX9MwJM/s1600-h/rara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349427932912939186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sjz8XMzT8LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sp6yyX9MwJM/s320/rara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR CUZZY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, apparently today is my bonehead cuzzy birthday.. aww~ she has turn 17 already. so old uh you now ? hahah ! ehk darling, meet up soon ok ? i miss you alot and i love you bits and pieces ! muahmuahmuah ! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just got back home from causeway with mum. ask her to accompany me to popular after her friend's son wedding and then to the pasar malam. bought many things and now, im dead tired ! pheww~ thanx mum for accompanying me :D love you loads. muah ! and ohoh, i wanna buy new series of nora roberts. :D&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/6551346936523690715-4729672973771151059?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4729672973771151059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4729672973771151059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4729672973771151059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4729672973771151059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-love-and-wishes.html' title='with love and wishes'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sjz8XMzT8LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Sp6yyX9MwJM/s72-c/rara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8471786300871595244</id><published>2009-06-18T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:44:07.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and my boy grows a year older today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjpP7TIhQqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aOMKLmnRkWc/s1600-h/abg%26adek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348675387622769314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjpP7TIhQqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aOMKLmnRkWc/s320/abg%26adek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Danial &amp;amp; Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy birthday to my dear baby boy, danial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wow ! its seems like it is only yesterday i held him in my hands feeding him with milk in his bottle and changed his diapers whenever he cries. and now, he is already 7 years old. he grew up so fast and now he's taller. soon he will be taller then me. hahaha ! well, whatever it is, mama is here wishing you a happy 7th birthday. dont be naughty, study hard and listen to ayah and ibu ok ? love you bits and pieces.. muah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8471786300871595244?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8471786300871595244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8471786300871595244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8471786300871595244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8471786300871595244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-my-boy-grows-year-older-today.html' title='and my boy grows a year older today'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjpP7TIhQqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aOMKLmnRkWc/s72-c/abg%26adek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8395300517097793056</id><published>2009-06-13T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:13:06.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits of sugary spice in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjOxuVBnZ0I/AAAAAAAAAII/9KpdlXmHiKM/s1600-h/puff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346812592094930754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjOxuVBnZ0I/AAAAAAAAAII/9KpdlXmHiKM/s320/puff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;read my horoscope yesterday and it says about dreams later tonight but all it happen is a nightmare for me. i cant sleep till 6 am. well, i did slept at 12 midnight but was awaken by some knocking at the door at 3 am. open the door and noone was there.. ok, thats creepy, i know. so decided to go bed and force myself to keep my eyes shut but then it didnt listen. so put on my headphone and listen to songs till 6 when dad has alrdy awake for early pray. and that is when i really can go to bed and have my "dreams" on.. was fully awake at 12 in the afternoon when kakak slam open my bedroom door asking me to bake cream puff for later evening. and soo here i am done baking and stuff.. and now, im freaking tired ! i seriously need to bathe. i smell like a bucket full of milk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8395300517097793056?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8395300517097793056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8395300517097793056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8395300517097793056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8395300517097793056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/bits-of-sugary-spice-in-my-life.html' title='bits of sugary spice in my life'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjOxuVBnZ0I/AAAAAAAAAII/9KpdlXmHiKM/s72-c/puff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-6632043287737703637</id><published>2009-06-11T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:36:51.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word of madness is hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjDrUBaOVuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qz_M1oeKhM0/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346031486897116898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjDrUBaOVuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qz_M1oeKhM0/s320/Picture+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjDi9xBffLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6eAsWSgnFyI/s1600-h/aiee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;screw you, you and everyone of you ! darn it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have a bad headache today and darn im bored like hell.. anw, im going out soon. meeting bitchy at macdonald. miss her much.. and to afad, oh whatever. you'r someone who is full of asking questions and seriously you are getting on my nerves every second.. i feel like kicking you in the arse. -.-" urgh ! can anyone be more pathetic then him ? man this days ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sorry, mood swing. i promise a proper update.&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/6551346936523690715-6632043287737703637?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6632043287737703637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=6632043287737703637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6632043287737703637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6632043287737703637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-of-madness-is-hell.html' title='word of madness is hell'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SjDrUBaOVuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qz_M1oeKhM0/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4400302784381224263</id><published>2009-06-10T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:37:03.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way back to the journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Si-hzVNav4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3xXuHKgsps8/s1600-h/2743075460_65fa99e975_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345669185950891906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Si-hzVNav4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3xXuHKgsps8/s320/2743075460_65fa99e975_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally im home. pheww ~ home sweet home (: well, i miss everything that i left behind.. my JC, my pooh bears, my cody, my compy, and especially my "i lay everything on" arnold. but then KL trip is also super fun. i met cuzzins and aunties and uncles.. well, here is some points on what happen at KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;reach Kuang at 12 midnight with kak ati and abg ayim fetch us at the drop off point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up at 7 and have breakfast with cuzzins at macdonalds. then help out abit for abg ayim's malam berinai with his wife to be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;big day for abg ayim. and celebrate adek birthday at night with the whole family and cuzzins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack things up had last lunch with cuzzins, uncle and aunties before heeding to maytower hotel. then had dinner at uncle otai, tupai tupai restaurant. food was superb nice and ohhh-soooo delicious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went time sq by LRT. mum, dad, uncle, aryf and nana went shopping while me, kak ati, aie, kak udi, abg fendi, mamat, siti, qistina, adrian and danial play the games. send the kids to uncle before going to the crazy rides with the rest. and ohh, kak udi cry on one of the crazy rides. heeeeeee ~ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have our morning shower at the pool while the rest were still sleeping then heed down to the buffet for breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ohh, dad bought me a supra thumbprint black white. thanx daddy(: teheeeeeeee ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4400302784381224263?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4400302784381224263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4400302784381224263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4400302784381224263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4400302784381224263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-back-to-journey.html' title='way back to the journey'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Si-hzVNav4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3xXuHKgsps8/s72-c/2743075460_65fa99e975_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5781588637911639790</id><published>2009-05-31T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:27:36.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i scream but noone hears it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SiIUJM00f6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FzcQeVdR8dA/s1600-h/exams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341854256308977570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SiIUJM00f6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FzcQeVdR8dA/s320/exams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; practically exam is just tomorrow and ive been sitting down for like 1 hour trying to revise and knowing all things and that but pathetically nothing goes inside brain.. it is all input NO PROCESS and then output. tell me how am i suppose to pass this bloody exam and get my cert ? darn it ! seriously, i feel like open up my brain and stuff all papers in it.. urgh! nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;now people, please. motivate me to study. -________-" i seriously hate exams..&lt;br /&gt;anw, to ppl taking exams tmrw. good luck(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*mumbling*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-5781588637911639790?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5781588637911639790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5781588637911639790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5781588637911639790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5781588637911639790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-scream-but-noone-hears-it.html' title='i scream but noone hears it.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SiIUJM00f6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FzcQeVdR8dA/s72-c/exams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4398006169653502920</id><published>2009-05-30T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:48:50.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause in your heart i like to stay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SiE880Kh1QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-mWEPWTOqDM/s1600-h/love+in+the+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341617648530740482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SiE880Kh1QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-mWEPWTOqDM/s320/love+in+the+air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just got back home from batu pahat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, it isnt a long trip anyway, just a hour or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pheww~ im so exhausted.. -_____________-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*yawn* im tired but cant sleep. i need to study..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exams is just next week, and today is saturday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and soon, tmrw's coming.. T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh~ anw, abg ayim's wedding is a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;had a hell loads of fun there with cousins and share a lot of stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tho i kept myself quiet everytime.. *tired luh ok*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but still, i had fun. (: laughing and loads of pictures were taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but sadly i cant upload it here.. *sobbing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, to abg ayim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;congrats and may allah bless you with manymany cute babies, yeay !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aminamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i looked into your eyes and all i could see is love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, its love that all i could see..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;baby, lets hold hands and never let go....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-4398006169653502920?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4398006169653502920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4398006169653502920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4398006169653502920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4398006169653502920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-in-your-heart-i-like-to-stay.html' title='cause in your heart i like to stay..'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SiE880Kh1QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-mWEPWTOqDM/s72-c/love+in+the+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1548509319658392098</id><published>2009-05-24T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:47:15.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want nobody, nobody but you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Shj3csSCLfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R1wmClgibUQ/s1600-h/1_843231736l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339289430542921202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Shj3csSCLfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R1wmClgibUQ/s320/1_843231736l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had a hell loads of fun yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;went gym in the morning with bayu, rara and keena..&lt;br /&gt;we do some stretching and stuff and shower there before heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for keena to get ready, rara and me went my house to put my bags and grab some stuff..&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzling at ferst but it turn out to be a rain after we reach keena's void deck.&lt;br /&gt;so we waited till the rain stop.. and we waisted 30 mins there -________________-"&lt;br /&gt;felt hungry, we have our lunch at macdonalds. yum.&lt;br /&gt;and train to city hall to meet ieka since yesterday there's a match between the ang mo and young lions at padang.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahh ~ walking our way to esplanade went we bumped into in(vogue), alyv(vogue) and abg ted.&lt;br /&gt;and sooooooooo, the gossips and laugther begins.&lt;br /&gt;walk to marina meet up ifa(if im not wrong the name is) and her frends..&lt;br /&gt;walk around the marina look for stuff and dear alyv really cant get his eyes off from the rasatafari necklace.&lt;br /&gt;done walking ieka wanted to meet akim and then we all headed to the food court and settle down with some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;and there goes again the laughter with alyv and in &lt;em&gt;"sajaks".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walk again around marina before heading to esplanade..&lt;br /&gt;saw amizan... like finally after for 4 years of not meeting each other.. wow !&lt;br /&gt;then in wanted to meet up with abg isaac.. so we headed to underground and meet up with them&lt;br /&gt;watch them dancing and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;tired of watching cause eyes is closing me, abd ted, keena, rara, ieka wanted to go home..&lt;br /&gt;so bid goodbye and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;leaving alyv and in behind cause they wanted to stay..&lt;br /&gt;and ohhhhhhhhhh, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;i saw ayun. -___________- "&lt;br /&gt;for so many humans in this world, i meet him again..&lt;br /&gt;and ohhh, we fight. not physically. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1548509319658392098?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1548509319658392098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1548509319658392098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1548509319658392098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1548509319658392098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='i want nobody, nobody but you'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Shj3csSCLfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R1wmClgibUQ/s72-c/1_843231736l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-5220739462280913651</id><published>2009-05-20T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:35:18.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry world, i feel the pain too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/ShQSItKBe5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/NKXT4fgFWrk/s1600-h/studying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337911399110769554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/ShQSItKBe5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/NKXT4fgFWrk/s320/studying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for the past hour i've been getting my butt to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but all i do is staring blankly at the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sigh ~ everything is just input no process and then output.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seriously people, motivate me please !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i kindda pissed off with my e-buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stooopid buddy. whenever i sign in, things get hacked and stucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;out for no reason ! darn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;urgh ! i hate exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i hate it for every moment the clocks goes tick when it reaches each digit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can i have the world to stop moving please ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how i wish right now i can have those super powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or or super brain like jimmy neutron. -__________- "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i can create a super helmet which can help me to remember well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;every and each time when there's test or exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;die die die ! i ammm soooo dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GOD, peleeaseee help this stooopid fool... *blattered eyelids*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how i wish i were to pass my science last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i can event one that can come in handy (: hah !&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/6551346936523690715-5220739462280913651?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5220739462280913651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=5220739462280913651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5220739462280913651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/5220739462280913651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-worry-world-i-feel-pain-too.html' title='don&apos;t worry world, i feel the pain too.'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/ShQSItKBe5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/NKXT4fgFWrk/s72-c/studying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8939637476235954510</id><published>2009-05-18T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:46:26.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont wanna close my eyes, i dont wanna miss a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/ShFje8vyUZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/w4DnV00RA2w/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337156416764531090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/ShFje8vyUZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/w4DnV00RA2w/s320/stress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today is a completely suay for me.&lt;br /&gt;i realise that every monday, it will be a monday *suay*.&lt;br /&gt;sigh ~ firstly in the morning my tummy something wrong and i have to go&lt;br /&gt;in and out of the toilet for like 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;and when i reach clementi it was darn raining. a heavy one.&lt;br /&gt;waited for the bus for like 10 mins end up, someone, an angel from the sky&lt;br /&gt;who study in the same school with me offer me a ride with him in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;and he is my camera man(:&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha ! noluh. know him in the meeting parents session where he took our pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;xD ! so yeah, thanx to him i wasnt late for class at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;anw today do tiramisu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tell you, its darn easy but needed alot of focusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-_____________- ' and ohh, me and yoko added too much of liquor in to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tiramisu, but still it taste nice (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, test will be on thursday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and practical test,black forest, will be on friday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sure mati -____________________________________-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8939637476235954510?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8939637476235954510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8939637476235954510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8939637476235954510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8939637476235954510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-wanna-close-my-eyes-i-dont-wanna.html' title='i dont wanna close my eyes, i dont wanna miss a thing'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/ShFje8vyUZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/w4DnV00RA2w/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-8730126168785789888</id><published>2009-05-15T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:33:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1234...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sg11aaoywtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/po_fleMXDoI/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336050230191375058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sg11aaoywtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/po_fleMXDoI/s320/earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; thing to do &lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt; words &lt;u&gt;for&lt;/u&gt; you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today cake lesson suckx. -____________- !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i almost spoil the cake half way while doing the icing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and guess what, that black forrest cake will be in for test nextnext friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sigh ~ how pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate the mousse, it makes my life darn difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;especially the part where you have to dissolve the gelatin -_______- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oh wells, shikin sms-ed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;asking me how am i doing and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;sigh~ i miss her so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the last time we meet was at sembawang park wth ayun's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and that was monthsss ago alrdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;well, she says ayun has a new gf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;which im not even surprise at all. oh fcuk, i dont even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and now, im darn tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tot of sleeping but since abg lemme his lappy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;why not later... heeee ~ *kening naeknaek*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-8730126168785789888?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8730126168785789888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=8730126168785789888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8730126168785789888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/8730126168785789888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/1234.html' title='1234...'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sg11aaoywtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/po_fleMXDoI/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-6488469926844417982</id><published>2009-05-14T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:11:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lie about us..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SgwB7lWlCgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RWsXscd2Dls/s1600-h/argh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335641781677918722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SgwB7lWlCgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RWsXscd2Dls/s320/argh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when the hope is gone, move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like the way it should..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went out from house at 740 and meet up with scriptz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then walk to the mrt. seriously i feel so lazy to go school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and furthermore it was raining heavily in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then like it or not i have to drag my whole body to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since today there's revision on IBSC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and ohhh, the second group to the presentation really pissed me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they took more then an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stooopid foool. -____________- !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i almost fall asleep for the revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;looking at sha sleep makes my eyes almost glued to each other alrdy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hee !~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tomorrow will be another cake session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;black forest. sigh ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i am soo not gonna bring it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;my fridge is full with cakes ! there's cheese, coffee and chocolate cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; that have not been fully touch(except for the choco of cause)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and tomorrow cake will be given to indra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;he'll take it right after class finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but sadly he have to go back to school wait for me finish class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and take his cake ! hah !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ohh well, it is not always you get people waiting for you righttt *kening naeknaek*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and oh dude, if your late. your cake will be given away. i swear. xD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and ohhhh, abg got himself a 'gf '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, he really like that girl. since he brags about it almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and told me how beautiful that ayu girl is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how frendly she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and now, since he talk that way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am sooo wanting to meet her. if can, now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hah ! who knows, she will be my future sis-in-law to be... *kening naeknaek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ohhhhhhhhhh, i've met baby mel that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;damn i miss her much !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* test will be next tues. sure die.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-6488469926844417982?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6488469926844417982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=6488469926844417982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6488469926844417982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/6488469926844417982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/lie-about-us.html' title='lie about us..'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SgwB7lWlCgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RWsXscd2Dls/s72-c/argh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-4662011788114450039</id><published>2009-05-12T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:54:19.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so we fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SgmKopyU17I/AAAAAAAAAEY/grmahH_PrAo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334947664613398450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SgmKopyU17I/AAAAAAAAAEY/grmahH_PrAo/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; if only i could look at the eyes and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and tell how wonderful it felt to be standing close to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;today presentation went pretty well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tho our heart goes dag dug dag dug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahaha ! who doesnt when your group started ferst, right....... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sigh ~ tomorrow got sw dont feel like going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but sad thing, its a must..-___________-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tomorrow will be doing another asian sweets again !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gosh ! if i have to eat another asian sweets i'll be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;by any moment.. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, today went off pretty well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;meet up with shasha and zya at clementi mrt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;walk to school together and laugh our ass off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;class is technically ok. since everyone is being co-orperative enough. xD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and after school, bump-ed into abg ted and he ask me to go home with him and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but ferst have to wait for mr indra's crush finish her netball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and was getting pissed each and every moment cause have to wait for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;till 6. sian~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-______________-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;end up they meet up and walk till the mrt and say byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lame sia ! seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and ohhhh, today bonus, abg ted sent me till sembawang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;huahuahua ! xD !&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/6551346936523690715-4662011788114450039?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4662011788114450039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=4662011788114450039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4662011788114450039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/4662011788114450039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-we-fall.html' title='and so we fall'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SgmKopyU17I/AAAAAAAAAEY/grmahH_PrAo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551346936523690715.post-1757133629115715541</id><published>2009-05-11T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:45:11.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so close but yet so far.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SggvV8S-LyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UNRt0Xhjt30/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334565812629810978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SggvV8S-LyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UNRt0Xhjt30/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today cheese cake, badly done. sucha heartache.&lt;br /&gt;but still, its a manageable to do it on time..&lt;br /&gt;only the baking suck up big time.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow presentation on asian sweets. one product.&lt;br /&gt;not a headache apart from the portfolio and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;and all hail &lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt; cause we are the bloody damn ferst group to present.&lt;br /&gt;hah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and ohh, lemme share something about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;1. i woke up with a tummy ache which hurts so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2. adri pee-ed on his pyjammas this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;3. the train was pack-ed with malayrians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(since today primary and secondary has no school and they talk so loud like nobody business). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;4. a girl vomited infront of me. and its a double &lt;em&gt;ewwww~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;5. it rains heavily in clementi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;6. i have to wait for bloody 30 mins for the bus to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and lastly, guess what. im late for prac..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coooooooooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;urgh ! i am soooo starting to hate school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but still, have to endure it for 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since i dont want any warning letter to reach my home like how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mas kene !.. sigh ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551346936523690715-1757133629115715541?l=meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1757133629115715541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551346936523690715&amp;postID=1757133629115715541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1757133629115715541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551346936523690715/posts/default/1757133629115715541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeen-secretstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-close-but-yet-so-far.html' title='so close but yet so far.....'/><author><name>stella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381732698621549446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/Sk3kjBCZyqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ievX0r3E994/S220/1_846343617m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBmuYpCMmM4/SggvV8S-LyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UNRt0Xhjt30/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
