<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430</id><updated>2009-11-03T20:41:34.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live.Love.Laugh.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-435024498839952988</id><published>2009-10-18T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:27:00.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Never, I repeat, NEVER do anything for people. The best way is just to be selfish. I'm damn damn pissed. Whats the use of doing something and going out of the way just to help a friend, when they are just going to turn around and kick you in the ass. And mind you, I didnt expect this from YOU cause I thought you would understand since you are older than all of us. Well whatever. Looks like age is really only a number. People should start judging age by your mentality. WHATEVER LA. At least now I know and thank God this was like a wake up call. I'm just gonna be selfish from now on, and keep to myself. Whatever I want, I do. Not stupid&amp;nbsp;favors&amp;nbsp;for people anymore. Luckily, I'm disappearing back to Ipoh tomorrow and NEVER having to deal with people like you anymore. For the time being at least. But whatever. Even after I come back I know how to keep my distance la. Call me childish, but enough is enough. I hate being pushed around by people, and I've taken enough shit my whole life. Its about time I put a stop to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-435024498839952988?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/435024498839952988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=435024498839952988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/435024498839952988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/435024498839952988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson learnt.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-6271480779621085075</id><published>2009-10-15T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:49:58.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've been owling for the past couple of days. I have no idea why I just can't fall asleep. I'm finally picking up the pieces of my future again. Don't know how everything is gonna be, if it would really work out or not, but lets just hope for the best. I've been in a really whiny mood these days. Especially to Dan. I don't know why la. I think I'm just afraid. Here's the part I whine about him. Please bare with me, Preeta and Scandal syg. Since you guys are the only loves who read my sad blog about nothing. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* I feel his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;student council is more important than me. I mean, yes I get it its good and its gonna look good in his transcripts and blablabla. But hello? when I tell him I'm gonna be leaving back and he probably won't get to see me for weeks? I mean, not like he would even take the effort to even come down to Ipoh to see me. So? While I'm here can't he make the best of it? Its always his council his council his council. I've had CLOSE friends who were in the council too but hey, they were nvr THAT busy. I get it, he has duties to take care of the council booth, but its not like he can't even change to an earlier slot with someone else? Aiyah. Anything la. I know I should take the&amp;nbsp;initiative to go to college to see him, but being in that place just reminds me of how I saw THEM together while we broke up. Her sitting on his lap, him hugging her, and blablabla. Everytime I go there, hang out with him, his friends, I can't help but think, 'did his friends like her more than they like me?'. Which I think they do. Cause if not his friends would have tried talking to him into getting back with me instead of her. Not like I didn't talk to them, I did. So? Although I knew them and they are nice people, I still feel uncomfortable around them. ARGH! No one would understand. And plus that feeling of "he's probably having a fling in college" cant seem to get out of my head. Yes. I know I might be paranoid, but who won't be after what happened. I am insecure about the whole situation, and I'm not denying it. ARGHHHHHHHH!*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, screw it la! Don't wanna think about it. Whatever happens happens. This time I shall choose not to care so that when anything happens, I wouldn't get hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here are my plans for what I planned to do since I would be in Ipoh for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Get a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- I wanna save money to pay for my new tattoo AND re-pierce the back of my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Join the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- To lose weight and be healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Re-decorate my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Its about time I gave my room a facelift &amp;amp; a new aircond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Learn how to cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- My Mangsa love would be back by then, and I wouldn't have to waste money eating out if I cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;GET MY DRIVING LICENSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Its about time. And I'm serious this time. DEAD SERIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Meet up friends I haven't had the chance to hang out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Yes. Especially high school mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Party till I forget my own name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- In Smita's dictionary, thats a must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hmmm. Sounds like a plan. So many things to do, SO MUCH OF TIME! By all this I would be too occupied to even know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;myboyfriendexists.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Since thats probably what he wants anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;OHHHHH!! I have a new goal in life! To be a vegetarian hopefully by the time I'm 21. Not a full vegetarian, but I guess no red meat? Only seafood and chicken. Because just that day videos on animal skinning for fur was posted on Facebook, and everyone started commenting on it. And one of my friends actually said it was kinda hypocritical of us humans to be upset over the videos, and yet we still eat meat. I know I know. Even animals eat animals, thats the whole circle of life. That was my mindset the whole time. But to think of the fact that I love animals, I would be a hypocrite. No I don't support killing animals for our own luxuries, but for basic necessities like food, I chose to defer. But when I thought about how animals like pigs and cows were being tortured for meat[killing is still torturing, there are no 'proper' ways of doing it right?] I felt really bad. Animals like chicken or fish are different. Cause even chickens are stupid enough that if you feed them chickens, they would eat chicken. But animals like cows, pigs, goat, etc. ARGHHHH! Its gonna be really hard for me but I should try. Plus I think I really should start eating vegetables to be healthy anyway. So its a 2 in 1 kinda thing. Pork balls and steaks are hard to say goodbye to. But I guess there's no harm in trying. Oh well. We shall see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To end my post, I shall blog about my retarded Mangsa. I was skyping with her, and she's just plain retarded that sometimes she leaves me speechless. Let the pictures do all the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao5o1BzMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qS8W_uzIvtc/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao5o1BzMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qS8W_uzIvtc/s320/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao79Z7rhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/n8Oi-d0J_bU/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao79Z7rhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/n8Oi-d0J_bU/s320/Video+call+snapshot+4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao943FDKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NsvsZR1_5hk/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao943FDKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NsvsZR1_5hk/s320/Video+call+snapshot+5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao_beQgTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/P2qEWM6y2mw/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao_beQgTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/P2qEWM6y2mw/s320/Video+call+snapshot+8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapC4mhuyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fU3of3cKRCA/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapC4mhuyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fU3of3cKRCA/s320/Video+call+snapshot+11.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapEyuw03I/AAAAAAAAAb8/jPXV_7G5dIc/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapEyuw03I/AAAAAAAAAb8/jPXV_7G5dIc/s320/Video+call+snapshot+12.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapHaMfyUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/N0aboSAeYDo/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapHaMfyUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/N0aboSAeYDo/s320/Video+call+snapshot+14.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapJJTQ0aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CAaNR5z5STA/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/StapJJTQ0aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CAaNR5z5STA/s320/Video+call+snapshot+13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;YES!! I TOLD YOU SHE'S WEIRD! Thats why I love her! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-6271480779621085075?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6271480779621085075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=6271480779621085075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6271480779621085075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6271480779621085075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/owl.html' title='Owl.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Stao5o1BzMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qS8W_uzIvtc/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-3741050765555205785</id><published>2009-10-08T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:30:34.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.10.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I just feel like shooting myself for all the mistakes and stupid things that I had ever done, especially when I'm &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The humiliation to myself, especially. Not forgetting, also to the people who care about me.&amp;nbsp;But then, if I never did what I did, I wouldn't actually have actually learnt anything. I know I've made plenty of mistakes before. And I do admit my faults. The best part is, I don't have to feel like its end of the world, cause &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/b&gt;makes mistakes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ss1Y92MAbZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eQweDWleJCI/s1600-h/phone+424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ss1Y92MAbZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eQweDWleJCI/s320/phone+424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Take chances, make mistakes. Thats how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to practice in order to be brave."&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mary Tyler Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-3741050765555205785?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3741050765555205785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=3741050765555205785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3741050765555205785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3741050765555205785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/081009.html' title='08.10.09'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ss1Y92MAbZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eQweDWleJCI/s72-c/phone+424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-5398593775485406660</id><published>2009-10-08T04:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:27:23.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><title type='text'>Girl Guides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was looking through &lt;a href="http://rajanadiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Raja Nadiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;'s pictures on FB and saw this. I had to blog about it. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ssz55dQJPuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HwyfJ9iTayc/s1600-h/8th+coy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ssz55dQJPuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HwyfJ9iTayc/s400/8th+coy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;8th Coy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Top row [left-right]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know&lt;/i&gt;, Raja Nadiah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1254947160642"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Khatrine Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Hanushaa, Kaysha, &lt;i&gt;Cant see&lt;/i&gt;, Su Xian, &lt;i&gt;dont know&lt;/i&gt;, Chuan Pei?, &lt;i&gt;Dont know&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ont know&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2nd row[l-r]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;forgot her name&lt;/i&gt;, Ngeaw Wai Leng, &lt;i&gt;cant remember&lt;/i&gt;, Siew Pheik Yee, Soo Yi, Foh Poi Yee, Carrie Heng, Michelle Suhania, &lt;i&gt;The Four tak tau nama&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3rd row[l-r]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rachel Chiam, Ow Kwai Chan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.princessapreeta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Preeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sharanya, MAH YUK LING, Pavitra, &lt;i&gt;the 3 I dont remember their names&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sitting[l-r]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kan Lai Lai, Tan Siew Leng, &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[yes, laugh at my jungle eyebrows], Koh Wai Yee, Pn.Ravi, Lai Yin Yin, Soo Teng, Then Tzu Shin,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kimmymonteirotales.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Kimberly Anne Monteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kneeling[l-r]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alicia Tan, Wooi Sue Jane, Amanda Yap, Saomithra, and &lt;i&gt;I forgot her name&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I miss those times. Where we would always skip class to paint flags, practice for gatherings, gather during recess, MARCHING, and camps. Sigh. I miss high school. Music the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-5398593775485406660?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5398593775485406660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=5398593775485406660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/5398593775485406660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/5398593775485406660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-guides.html' title='Girl Guides.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ssz55dQJPuI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HwyfJ9iTayc/s72-c/8th+coy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-6759909216648428090</id><published>2009-10-08T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:34:24.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07.10.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ss0I6LwYrvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DhpCegPgeE4/s1600-h/phone+339edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ss0I6LwYrvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DhpCegPgeE4/s320/phone+339edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ashley Smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-6759909216648428090?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6759909216648428090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=6759909216648428090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6759909216648428090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6759909216648428090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/071009.html' title='07.10.09'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ss0I6LwYrvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DhpCegPgeE4/s72-c/phone+339edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-8993381868026643427</id><published>2009-10-07T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:54:27.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SswJH9uNm-I/AAAAAAAAAas/7UKnghrF1uw/s1600-h/the_notebook_quote-2582.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SswJH9uNm-I/AAAAAAAAAas/7UKnghrF1uw/s400/the_notebook_quote-2582.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-8993381868026643427?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8993381868026643427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=8993381868026643427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8993381868026643427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8993381868026643427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SswJH9uNm-I/AAAAAAAAAas/7UKnghrF1uw/s72-c/the_notebook_quote-2582.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-3163957290600532495</id><published>2009-10-07T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:02:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Chuck Bass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am in love with you. More like obsessed. Since I first watched Gossip Girl. Which was last year. From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew I loved you. And no, not Ed Westwick, but Chuck Bass. Marry me please. I promise I'd make you happy forever. Preeta wants to share you with me. I said can. Only for a day. Don't worry. Only her. She said you turn her on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tak dapat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;for quite awhile&lt;/span&gt;. So I pity her la. HAHAHAHAHAHA! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsucOd3i9PI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Vx_3LlUj3sI/s1600-h/ed+westwick+red+jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsucOd3i9PI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Vx_3LlUj3sI/s320/ed+westwick+red+jacket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I.love.Chuck.Bass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-3163957290600532495?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3163957290600532495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=3163957290600532495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3163957290600532495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3163957290600532495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/confession.html' title='confession.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsucOd3i9PI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Vx_3LlUj3sI/s72-c/ed+westwick+red+jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-5688515870861435714</id><published>2009-10-07T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:52:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissing off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I read the newspapers today and guess what? I saw an article about a male tiger that was injured by poachers snare trap in the Royal Belum Forest Reserve in Perak. WTH! I think Malaysia should start taking wildlife poaching more seriously and once and for all put a stop to this! This is not the first time something like this has happened. At least they've sent it to the Malacca Zoo for it to be treated la but hello! Why do something for it only after this has happened, letting poor animals suffer instead of putting a stop to this for good? Its not like the authorities are even putting in effort to stop all this from happening. I'm so damn disappointed with this. If authorities don't 'close' an eye and actually &lt;b&gt;care &lt;/b&gt;about the wildlife, something like this would never have happened. AAARGH! I wish I could knock some sense into the heads of these people. The tiger's leg might be amputated in order to save it. SEE! If they had actually done their bid to stop something like this, the poor tiger would have all its limbs in tact and we wouldn't have to worry much about losing another wildlife in our country. ISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsuRFkJbtMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4MuU3eqdSgs/s1600-h/poortiger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsuRFkJbtMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4MuU3eqdSgs/s400/poortiger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the poor tiger. Picture taken from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/6/nation/4847914&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;The Star Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Please click the link to read more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-5688515870861435714?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5688515870861435714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=5688515870861435714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/5688515870861435714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/5688515870861435714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/pissing-off.html' title='Pissing off.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsuRFkJbtMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4MuU3eqdSgs/s72-c/poortiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-8425656713903549566</id><published>2009-10-06T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:53:05.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Friendships that rocked my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*of course theres a few more but i cant find the pics.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-8425656713903549566?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8425656713903549566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=8425656713903549566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8425656713903549566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8425656713903549566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/3s.html' title='&lt;3s'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SstmxCv6_FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aFEJhFYvwLo/s72-c/Picnik+collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-3422203455647558724</id><published>2009-10-06T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:59:46.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel a*holes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Preeta recently posted a link on my wall about dog fighting. I was shocked that its still common cause i actually thought people had stopped running dog fighting '&lt;i&gt;business&lt;/i&gt;' but the article was posted in 2007, JUST 2 YEARS AGO! These stupid ass people own and breed&amp;nbsp;Pit bulls just to earn money from dog fighting. I didn't want to finish reading the article cause i didn't want to know what actually happened to the poor dogs but i just decided to read it and find out. It seriously is the worst thing people can actually do just for money! 2 dogs would have to battle each other in a life or death &lt;i&gt;match. &lt;/i&gt;Pit bulls have a really really strong grip with their jaw, so imagine how the scene would be like, flesh being ripped off and blood splattering everywhere. &lt;b&gt;I DON'T CARE IF ITS HUMANS WHO TEAR EACH OTHER APART BUT WHAT DID INNOCENT DOGS DO TO BE TREATED THIS WAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;The way they train the dogs also damn freaking kesian! And the worst part is, the owners actually kill off the dog that loses the '&lt;i&gt;battle'&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp;Imagine repaying your dog that serves you and is loyal to you by fighting and going through all that pain and suffering and at the end of the day you freaking drown them because they are &lt;b&gt;so badly injured &lt;/b&gt;that they can't even move? As I read more, I saw that the stupid &lt;i&gt;matches &lt;/i&gt;started off with dogs as young as 10 months old! WTF!!!! Would you ever throw your kid up for something like this? And at the end the person who wrote the article mentioned how this one owner tried to kill his dog after his dog lost by&amp;nbsp;electrocuting it to death. And even after that the poor dog was still alive so he had to use a stronger electric current.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What did they ever do to receive such treatment by us humans. Seriously. Humans are really a cruel and selfish race. I wish i could do the same thing to them. Yea sure, take it out on poor animals because they cant voice out their opinions or tell you how they feel, but that does not mean that we can abuse them or mistreat them! They share this earth too and they deserve to have every right to live, not just to serve us in violent ways especially! Whats so great in indulging in activities like dog fighting anyway? Just shows how lifeless and useless people are. This is the link to the article.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/panorama/6962563.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/panorama/6962563.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Warning: Just prepare tissues before reading it la ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-3422203455647558724?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3422203455647558724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=3422203455647558724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3422203455647558724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3422203455647558724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/cruel-aholes.html' title='Cruel a*holes!'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-6742313494156814934</id><published>2009-10-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:49:06.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I should really be a detective. Or a CSI agent. Maybe I have the 6th sense. Who knows. Or maybe I just know my bestfriendPreetaDeviMangsaGanamapathy too well. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAA! Anyway, I'M SO SUPER HAPPY WITH THAT! I think its probably the best decision she has ever made. I &amp;lt;3 you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Please oh please come back faster. Hahahaha. I can't wait for anything to REALLY happen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ssn5MxUtC-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gGf5CywMw2o/s1600-h/mangsalove-editjpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ssn5MxUtC-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gGf5CywMw2o/s320/mangsalove-editjpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-6742313494156814934?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6742313494156814934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=6742313494156814934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6742313494156814934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6742313494156814934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Ssn5MxUtC-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gGf5CywMw2o/s72-c/mangsalove-editjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-4048297934907825713</id><published>2009-10-05T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:59:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What I &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;love&amp;nbsp;about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*You somehow find a way to see me even when you're the busiest person on the planet, like a bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-just a thought, has anyone ever wondered why bees are busy? they are hardworking I know, but there are lazy bees who fly around 'visiting'. GREAT. Now I want a pet bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Although we have different interest/taste in stuff, we still see eye2eye at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*You let me smell your armpits, and sometimes even lick them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*You don't care if I don't shave my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*You don't care if I haven't showered the whole day. Or maybe two days. What about three?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*You know exactly what I like/don't like without even me having to remind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-which really is a BIGGGG accomplishment for you compared to last time. Goldfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How retarded you look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How we bully each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-mostly its you bullying me. Pity me I'm ALWAYS the victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*When you tell me I look beautiful as soon as i get up from my &lt;i&gt;beauty&lt;/i&gt;sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-though I know I have a REALLY ugly sleeping face, Especially how &lt;i&gt;masam&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I look when I get up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How you let me sleep and drool on your chest and you just wipe it off after i wake up like its nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How you listen to the stories about my shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How you actually kiss me in the &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;mornings&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;afternoons&amp;nbsp;although I haven't brushed my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How you try to wake me up though you're afraid about the stuff that I might shout at you as soon as I open my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-I'm really sorry, I do it subconsciously, not intentionally. You really have a LOT of patience to deal with my '&lt;i&gt;morningPMSes'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;When&amp;nbsp;you stroke my hair and watch me sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How you tolerate it when I snore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*All the retarded stuff you say&amp;amp;do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*How you never fail to put a smile on my face though we argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's a lot more to what I love about you but if i keep going on, I might never stop. If we hadn't broken up for that month+, its almost gonna be a year that we've been together. But I'm really glad we did break up, at least now we know how to appreciate each other. I promise you I would be a better girlfriend. I already see the changes that I never saw in you, despite me repeating it over and OVER again. Though sometimes u still drive me up the wall, I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; you very much. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsuuAo0zuUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XKwslzmCJaA/s1600-h/pic-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsuuAo0zuUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XKwslzmCJaA/s320/pic-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Our very first pic together as a couple. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-okayyy i dont know why i decided to be jiwang today. Must have been the &lt;i&gt;babi&lt;/i&gt;est dream la just now. ISHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-4048297934907825713?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4048297934907825713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=4048297934907825713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/4048297934907825713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/4048297934907825713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SsuuAo0zuUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XKwslzmCJaA/s72-c/pic-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-8865488638176070195</id><published>2009-10-05T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:06:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflowers&amp;Root Canal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't updated my blog in months! Not like anyone reads it anyway. Hahahaha! I think I might have throat cancer. I have this really terrible sore throat. And swallowing&amp;nbsp;polystyrene&amp;nbsp;really doesn't make it better. Not like anyone told me it would, but I just wanted to see what it tasted like. HAHA. Today I had a dream, a scary dream. It was some weird dream about a Thai transvestite in a wedding gown and a camera that had been decorated to look like a sunflower tree or something. God knows. She was going around taking pics of random people, and i tried running away from her. Mini and Raja Nadiah were in my dream too! Anyway, she found us in the end, and knew we were avoiding getting our pictures taken. Then one of her transvestite friends cursed me in some weird way. Mini was screaming 'NOOOOOOOO' and I blurred out. When I gained my vision after that, it was day time. And I was alone on a street and went home. As soon as i opened the door, I saw Daniel lying dead on the floor with blood everywhere. Quite gruesome, really! There's more to the dream but I'm very lazy to type la so long. Everyone in the dream was scary except my friends. Mini says I should make movies out of my dreams. I think the only turn up for the movie would be the both of us, sitting excitedly with popcorn going 'Wa, DAMN CUN AR THIS PART?!'. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Anyway, i woke up and looked for Daniel who was actually sleeping beside me but I couldn't find him. Then i heard a sleepy 'mmmmm?' from under my armpit. I woke him up and told him about it. He slept off halfway while i was telling him my dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;stupidretardeddumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mean, coolest bf. *pukes*. I miss Preeta, who is coming back next month weeeeeeeeeeeeee~ But the only thing I'm dreading about her return is my trip to the dentist. Yes. I'm sure that Mangsa is gonna drag my ass to my death&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;chair. I hate going to the dentist la it sucks. Why can't everyone just not have teeth and wear fake teeth. Ish. Life would be easier that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SskQO2045sI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y-ir9efXotM/s1600-h/teeth.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SskQO2045sI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y-ir9efXotM/s320/teeth.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just looking at it makes me sick. yuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! HATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-8865488638176070195?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8865488638176070195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=8865488638176070195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8865488638176070195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8865488638176070195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunflowers-canal.html' title='Sunflowers&amp;Root Canal.'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SskQO2045sI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Y-ir9efXotM/s72-c/teeth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-4628984215147250007</id><published>2009-08-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:53:23.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED by Mango Syg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hoping that i got chicken pox coz i saw spots on my legs but i dont think i'm that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;peit i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.4.Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yes. but i can survive on my own though i'm spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5.Will you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yes!! tried so many times but couldnt. soon soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6.Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.7.Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;once, but not at the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8.What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;smi. i bought something for u!&lt;br /&gt;-from mini. she bought me hello panda biscuit. so sweet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9.What are u thinking right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;foood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea? but its kinda impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11.What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12.Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mini gave me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13.Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14.Who was the last person who text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. preeta&lt;br /&gt;2. krunz&lt;br /&gt;3. raja nadiah&lt;br /&gt;4. siew ee&lt;br /&gt;5. gabby&lt;br /&gt;6.niniek&lt;br /&gt;7. carmen&lt;br /&gt;8. so yan&lt;br /&gt;9. kelvin lee&lt;br /&gt;10. mini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15.Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. Is no. 3 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;femaleeee! but acts like a male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together, would it be a good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;they would confuse each other. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;alcohol benefits. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;she wants to major in some maths thing.. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. when was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20. Is no. 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21. Say something about no.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;she's mad! and she's my mermaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22.What do you think about no. 2 and no. 6 being together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;they're both not lesbians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. Describe no.9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he's my chinese tofu housemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i would die laughing.. coz they're both so funny when they argue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. Do you like no.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of course! i love her to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-4628984215147250007?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4628984215147250007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=4628984215147250007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/4628984215147250007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/4628984215147250007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-mango-syg.html' title='TAGGED by Mango Syg'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-7475170788938909462</id><published>2009-07-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:58:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my slut &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got a text from my slut, Karl today.. It was the best text that I've gotten all morning and it really made my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where art thou Smita?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Creeps in this petty place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;to the last syllable of recorded time,&lt;br /&gt;trying to make a poem for you that rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;wondering where u are these times,&lt;br /&gt;looking at black things makes me think 'Smita' all the time&lt;br /&gt;for she is the slut that makes people whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yea i know he sucks at writing poems, BUT IT JUST SHOWS HOW MUCH HE MISSED ME! :)&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, the harshness is how we communicate. He's my slut, and i'm his slut. Coz he always tries to beat me to all the hot guys.. ISH.. competition! anyway, I LOVE U KARL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sk8ZP3g2wpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/EiNk5RsbR6o/s1600-h/huh2+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sk8ZP3g2wpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/EiNk5RsbR6o/s400/huh2+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354526242357297810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BItch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, i miss u too my 'happy' fat slut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-7475170788938909462?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7475170788938909462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=7475170788938909462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/7475170788938909462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/7475170788938909462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-slut-3.html' title='my slut &lt;3'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sk8ZP3g2wpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/EiNk5RsbR6o/s72-c/huh2+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-7023187712426154566</id><published>2009-05-20T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:57:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0649</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I cant sleep.. The lights from the cars on the federal highway look so pretty.. There are A LOT of cars.. I wonder if I should count them so I can go to sleep again.. Goodnight.. :)&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/132509542610654430-7023187712426154566?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7023187712426154566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=7023187712426154566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/7023187712426154566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/7023187712426154566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/0649.html' title='0649'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-2897998431127333025</id><published>2009-05-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:35:42.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure everyone spent Mother's Day with their moms, i didn't this year..&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day was more special for me, because it was the day my dog, Lumix[actually a dog that Heng Fong found and my parents miraculously said we can keep her!] GAVE BIRTH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She gave birth to four puppies, so now i have 5 dogs, 4 cats, and 4 puppies! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;It was a scary giving birth process, because none of us knew that she was pregnant.. Heng Fong and I actually suspected, but we didnt tell my parents! so when she gave birth, it was a shock to everyone.. Anyway, her first puppy passed away.. :(&lt;br /&gt;that was the scariest thing, because she gave birth standing up, near the entrance of the gate.. After that, she just ran away and left the puppy there, umbicle cord still attached and THE PUPPY WAS STILL IN THE PLASENTA! we tried bringing her to the puppy, but she wouldnt move.. after 15 mins, i decided to try and cut the plasenta open myself, because the puppy would suffocate!&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a gazillion videos of vets and professional ppl doing it, and i knew exactly what to do.. Like cut the plasenta open and wipe the puppy, then let the mom do the rest.. just as long as the puppy was out of the plasenta.. But doing it was SOOOO hard! firstly, the plasenta had veins!! secondly, i love animals, but i'm no vet.. it was hard trying to do it coz i was afraid of hurting the puppy.. i love animals, and if they pass away in my hands, i would die of guilt..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i tried cutting the plasenta with both a pair of scissors and a knife, but i couldnt.. because it was too slippery and the puppy was moving a lot, and my hands were shaking!&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i couldnt do much to save the puppy.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sgrh8-OT3tI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CJliCljAYJw/s1600-h/10052009086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sgrh8-OT3tI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CJliCljAYJw/s400/10052009086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325146185195218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im sorry i uploaded this pic, but i feel tht ppl should see this so they would know what to expect if ur in that situation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;imagine trying to cut open the plasenta.. poor puppy.. may u rest in peace.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SgrlTb8VatI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Z4r3GmxDuus/s1600-h/10052009093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SgrlTormayI/AAAAAAAAAXA/vmaxGG1YFlc/s400/11052009131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335328834074340130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SgrmjdRiOjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/d3d42tLrCcs/s1600-h/11052009138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SgrmjdRiOjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/d3d42tLrCcs/s400/11052009138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330205401758258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SgrmjOJkWcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/LTD7PXTbNqk/s1600-h/11052009137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SgrmjOJkWcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/LTD7PXTbNqk/s400/11052009137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330201341811138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sgrmi40a0gI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CmDlUvrPJso/s1600-h/11052009135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sgrmi40a0gI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CmDlUvrPJso/s400/11052009135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330195615961602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE THEM!! THEY ARE SOOOO ADORABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Kelvin is taking one of the puppies! the brown one.. hehe.. thanks kelvin!&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/132509542610654430-2897998431127333025?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2897998431127333025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=2897998431127333025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/2897998431127333025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/2897998431127333025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sgrh8-OT3tI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CJliCljAYJw/s72-c/10052009086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-8316131090613451388</id><published>2009-04-29T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:20:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This post is dedicated to my only reader, Mei Fong.. i just realized that i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; last updated my blog in January.. hahahaha.. sorry Mei that i left my blog dead.. lazy to update la.. anyway.. i have ntg much to blog about, so i shall just post pics that we took when we were bored.. [This is what ur missing out on when ur happily enjoying urself in US, snowboarding and SKYDIVING(grrr!hate u!)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We got bored at home so we decided to use some peel off mask and realized how oily and dirty we look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezH81xd-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/RCjiSFo6m2Q/s1600-h/022952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezH81xd-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/RCjiSFo6m2Q/s400/022952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329925633188394978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arif's annoying laughing face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHkW1eHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MHiAwyQCTso/s1600-h/022851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHkW1eHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MHiAwyQCTso/s400/022851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329925626616182898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHhlanfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6gWyN94CG0E/s1600-h/022833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHhlanfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6gWyN94CG0E/s400/022833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329925625872031218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHVvAGBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aUN4UnJ9A6U/s1600-h/022814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHVvAGBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aUN4UnJ9A6U/s400/022814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329925622691010578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and she decided to blind everyone with her forehead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHduuT1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/C74LFssDs84/s1600-h/022800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezHduuT1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/C74LFssDs84/s400/022800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329925624837328722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;attempting to take a proper 'housemate' pic till Rubhen decides to say 'why so long ar?' and it clicked. grrrr. so we were half laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfeztzkb3RI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WNIMc-Yspyo/s1600-h/210830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfeztzkb3RI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WNIMc-Yspyo/s400/210830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329926283534785810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfeztnIRcJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DevT-_iIwIY/s1600-h/210640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfeztnIRcJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DevT-_iIwIY/s400/210640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329926280195436690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfeztozF40I/AAAAAAAAAV4/w0Tij-MABXc/s1600-h/210610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfeztozF40I/AAAAAAAAAV4/w0Tij-MABXc/s400/210610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329926280643470146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezttwlrwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/R-9dCyq4RF4/s1600-h/210544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezttwlrwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/R-9dCyq4RF4/s400/210544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329926281975148290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;look at Kelvin! so bitchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfe0z8MmljI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ywctkgF-4pw/s1600-h/210859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfe0z8MmljI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ywctkgF-4pw/s400/210859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927488441587250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;housemates!&lt;br /&gt;[Rubhen, Kelvin, Shaminiretard, me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfe0z--aJJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yuVZzVo-2l8/s1600-h/210846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfe0z--aJJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yuVZzVo-2l8/s400/210846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927489187357842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So Mei, please be back a.s.a.p.. May 18th isn't really that far away, YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfe5LHQrmYI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CDgO1RBvo3c/s1600-h/n624753566_1445499_1251500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/Sfe5LHQrmYI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CDgO1RBvo3c/s400/n624753566_1445499_1251500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329932284594985346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-8316131090613451388?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8316131090613451388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=8316131090613451388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8316131090613451388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8316131090613451388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SfezH81xd-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/RCjiSFo6m2Q/s72-c/022952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-6986708722627508145</id><published>2009-01-24T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:26:59.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip-Flops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People say everyday, u learn new stuff.. which is totally true.. throughout the past few days, i've learnt stuff about my Reef flip-flops.. i love my flip-flops like crazy, and i've been everywhere with them since i got them in 2008.. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #1: Never, i repeat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;attempt to play tennis in ur flip-flops.. i so excitedly wanted to play tennis, that i didnt bother if i was wearing my flip-flops, and i ripped the strap of the left side one.. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #2: Never try to stick it back with super glue, and straight away wear ur flip-flops.. I did it, since i was rushing to eat ayam penyet, and i had super glue stuck all over my leg, that i thought i was gonna permanently be stuck to my flip-flops.. sad but true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #3: Never walk in a puddle of water with ur flip-flops.. I was rushing to get on the bus, and i was carrying my mom's bag that probably weighed a gazillion kgs, and my flip-flop drifted off in the puddle.. SO ANGRY! i had to chase after my flip-flop and i was drenched in the rain, and i was carrying the super heavy bag! i shivered like crazy on the air conditioned bus.. GRR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that is the conclusion of my flip-flop adventure.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-6986708722627508145?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6986708722627508145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=6986708722627508145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6986708722627508145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6986708722627508145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/flip-flops.html' title='Flip-Flops'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-8346457107349060174</id><published>2008-12-25T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:58:25.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas people!!! i know im sooooo outdated in updating my blog.. hahahahahah.. I'm having fun in Ipoh, in Heng Fong's house, and Drk WeeDr, her boyfriend, is reading everything i'm typing.. hhahahahahaha.. his name is Ehsan btw.. crazy guy.. anyway, what did i spend my time doing on Christmas? I was in Matthew [Mini's bf] dad's friend's house.. which turns out to be my mom's friend.. hahahahahaha.. we drank, and played some horse racing game with small kids.. Me, mini and eddy were betting with small kids and cheating [ with fake money], when Matthew and the adults were gambling.. we were clearly lost.. anyway, i had fun yesterday, and practically everyday that i'm in ipoh, im loving it.. hahahah.. except that i miss daniel, gabby, niniek, mei, zubair, jewin, bryan, and the rest.. if they were here, it would be THE BOMB.. i graduated CIMP.. and im missing it already.. anyway, a blog with pictures coming up!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/132509542610654430-8346457107349060174?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8346457107349060174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=8346457107349060174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8346457107349060174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8346457107349060174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-3181219047925024288</id><published>2008-12-13T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:15:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jitz,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahaa.. i have not updated my blog in a longggggggggggggggg time.. anyway, a post for Jitz, as i promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jitz, how are ur slippers? hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaaaahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-3181219047925024288?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3181219047925024288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=3181219047925024288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3181219047925024288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3181219047925024288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-jitz.html' title='Dear Jitz,'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-6656913194168092306</id><published>2008-11-26T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:21:34.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tagged by jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Instructions: Tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smita =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;its a good thing he gets along with my friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not often at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not really.. but more compared to before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0! hahaha.. i dont know, dont really like kids.. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i believe in seeing a rainbow if the sun shines while it rains la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its already coming to an end.. to get through my MDM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmmmm.. not really i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. What's a perfect boy/girlfriend like to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nobody is perfect =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the feeling of layan-ing house/trance music when....Mini should know when =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to just be himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't hate people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes OF COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm.. being extremely happy! whenever im happy i feel like im flying.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chocolates! i always crave for chocolates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Who's hotter? Chace Crawford or Kevin Peake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they both look almost the same.. but Chace Crawford has more of a baby face compared to Kevin Peake, so i would say Kevin Peake is hotter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;person who loves pink ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18. What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmm.. last weekend's details =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22nd Nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20. What are your fear(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fishes, and small closed up areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queenie. lazy to tag others la..&lt;/span&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/132509542610654430-6656913194168092306?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6656913194168092306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=6656913194168092306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6656913194168092306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/6656913194168092306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-530525562991842754</id><published>2008-11-20T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:19:27.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Giraffes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a few retarded friends.. not a few, but i think all.. hahaha.. anyway, me and mini have giraffe ears from McD, the Madagascar sales thingy.. ITS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are three of my guy friends with the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VINO!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- the ears were actually meant for his gf, Christable, but they were playing with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvDsq4MjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/mEd7hUx4NFc/s1600-h/PB190196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvDsq4MjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/mEd7hUx4NFc/s400/PB190196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270459573251617330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvDaGH-sI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Lj5iqEV8bR4/s1600-h/PB190195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvDaGH-sI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Lj5iqEV8bR4/s400/PB190195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270459568265624258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvDFZSgGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xHwBGKY0G1Y/s1600-h/PB190189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvDFZSgGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xHwBGKY0G1Y/s400/PB190189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270459562708861026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And then, i realised that Eddy and Vino are like King Julian and Maurice. Vino is like Maurice and Eddy is like King Julian.. Matthew is like Mort.. the annoying small cute lemur.. hahahahaa.. and really their personalities fit those characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvENfJkOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/HOavg_Dl3bw/s1600-h/PB200199.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvENfJkOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/HOavg_Dl3bw/s400/PB200199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270459582060794082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a very outdated post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-530525562991842754?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/530525562991842754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=530525562991842754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/530525562991842754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/530525562991842754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-giraffes.html' title='Baby Giraffes'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1uiTsSTMLY/SSRvDsq4MjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/mEd7hUx4NFc/s72-c/PB190196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-8258012351585706190</id><published>2008-11-20T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:33:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Mint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Topman, Forever21, World Time. Thats it.&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/132509542610654430-8258012351585706190?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8258012351585706190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=8258012351585706190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8258012351585706190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/8258012351585706190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/double-mint.html' title='Double Mint'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132509542610654430.post-3280000409436385954</id><published>2008-11-06T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:38:06.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I officially have the weirdest friends/IDC classmates.. and they are Jowee, Kien Wei, and Kit. yes. they may LOOK normal, but they are absolutely NOT. yesterday, the four of us planned to run away from our IDC class because miss Shimah wasnt in class.. Kien Wei and Kit had to go in and take their bags out because they already entered class earlier.. once we ran away, all of us were at the corridor feeling guilty.. then, after all the trouble, we decided to enter class.. In class, I was sitting beside Kit, and both of us were sitting in front Jowee and Kien Wei.. Suddenly, someone tugged on a strand of my hair so hard and i was shocked.. when i turned around, Jowee kept apologising.. the reason why she pulled my hair was because she was FALLING ASLEEP!!!!!!! hahahahahahhaahahhahahahahahahaaa! i couldnt stop laughing.. Then, from our previous court session in IDC class, i was found guilty of stealing Jowee's bicycle and killing her dog.. so in class she asked the students in my row which country they would send me so i could escape and be free.. Kien Wei said U.S.A.. and the reason is because I can ask Michael Scoffield to help me break out of prison in case i get caught.. and worst, after the whole group decided i should run away to Mauritius, she asked for reasons.. the reasons Kien Wei gave was because I can hide under the sea and on the trees.. I WAS SPEECHLESS!!!!!! overall, Kit is just plain weird in everything he does.. ahhahahahaa.. he loves poking people with his fingers and im always the victim of sitting beside him coz Jowee goes in class first.. probably so she can pull someone's hair to keep her awake.. grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132509542610654430-3280000409436385954?l=smitaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3280000409436385954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=132509542610654430&amp;postID=3280000409436385954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3280000409436385954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/132509542610654430/posts/default/3280000409436385954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smitaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-people.html' title='weird people'/><author><name>Smita.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07119750732049764130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09691197937923221967'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>