<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:32:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock star.</title><subtitle type='html'>i've got my rock moves.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-931578685909471714</id><published>2011-08-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:02:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Like finally. It has been so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop complaining abt my screwed up hair because of that fucking hair salon. But whatever :( &lt;br /&gt;At least bf still loves me ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 week and&amp;nbsp;2 days til he finally can book out. Did I mention he's serving NS now? :( Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be 1 and a half year but why does it still feel like I just met him yesterday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-931578685909471714?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/931578685909471714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/931578685909471714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4184501170140120007</id><published>2011-05-18T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:36:49.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like there's so much bottling inside of me. Idk what exactly is wrong but Idk. Is this how life really is supposed to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4184501170140120007?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4184501170140120007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4184501170140120007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-like-theres-so-much-bottling.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3794415962333825117</id><published>2011-05-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:42:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year 3 months</title><content type='html'>This is for all the faggots who thought we would never last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so lazy post pics of us, wonder how those people blog so many pictures one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2&amp;nbsp;days marks the 1 year, 3rd month. I can swear it still feels like we've just got together. He NEVER makes me cry, NEVER ignores me even when he's angry, NEVER throw tantrums at me, NEVER EVER finds me annoying or irritating. In fact, he loves me for everything I am. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3794415962333825117?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3794415962333825117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3794415962333825117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2011/05/1-year-3-months.html' title='1 year 3 months'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2613239373373291531</id><published>2011-04-02T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:59:55.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Some people say you don't need a reason to love someone. I guess it's true to a certain extent because you can't really explain why you really love a person, you just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking quite alot today (since I had nothing to do), about all the reasons I could think of, of why I love you. I guess the best (non-cliche, like 'I can't live without you') reason is how similar we are in many ways and yet different in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side tracking, I read somewhere that the person who painted Mona Lisa (da Vinci, right? :O) is actually painting a female version of himself, which is like kinda symbolising narcissism, like everybody loves themselves. (Or in a sense, someone similar to themselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to what I was saying. We have similar character, and I could see alot of myself in him. It really makes me feel comfortable knowing that he feels the same way too. We're both &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; vain, and I enjoy&amp;nbsp; being vain with him. :) It's like having a best friend but even better. It's like I've never felt this comfortable with anyone before, but he makes it effortlessly easy. Feels so good to know I don't need to feel embarassed about anything because I can tell him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap this has got to be the reason why I love him so much. Not even to mention superficial qualities, (beauty fade, right??) I love him for who he is. There's still tons of other reasons which I haven't mentioned, but I think this is enough :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 1 year and 2 months isn't exactly long, but long enough for me to judge whether this relationship can last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not be perfect, and our relationship has its fair share of downs, but I know it's all worth it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2613239373373291531?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2613239373373291531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2613239373373291531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7314810395679431834</id><published>2011-02-12T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:30:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you</title><content type='html'>This blog like so dead please.&lt;br /&gt;Just some random rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me sick just to look at your fb. I wished she knew what kinda guy exactly you are. The kind that don't gives a fuck to his girlf. That doesn't care whether she's alive or not. That doesn't gives two hoots whether she's out clubbing because he doesn't even bloody bother to drop a text. The kind that's totally fucking different than my current boyf. The most sickening thing (yes until now, I still feel its fucking sick, but yes I'm over it though) is the fucking cheek to push the entire blame to me. I will never forget it. "Your inability to be faithful to me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you said you proved my parents wrong, I shall tell you something now. I proved YOU wrong. (isn't it better than just my parents???) I SO have the ability to stay faithful to my boyf now. Because he's just so much better than you in so many ways. I don't&amp;nbsp; need&amp;nbsp;other guys to fill my emptiness because he fills everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you're gna read this or anything anyw, but FYI the only reason why I wasn't able to be faithful to you is because you never gave me any reasons to&amp;nbsp;stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been so long ago. But I think I deserved to say out what I've been keeping to myself all along for that 2 years. Have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7314810395679431834?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7314810395679431834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7314810395679431834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-you.html' title='To you'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7848904942293753479</id><published>2011-01-21T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:45:31.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't get another chance, life is no nintendo game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TTjxSj57w9I/AAAAAAAACHI/Ry7BGGPJhJQ/s1600/P1000866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TTjxSj57w9I/AAAAAAAACHI/Ry7BGGPJhJQ/s320/P1000866.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Big ass face hehe. (my hair's finally my fav shade of blonde!!! matt blonde, which is like greenish blonde) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's finally 2011. Haven't really gotten used to the fact yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm about 21 days late but here's my new year's resolution: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To slim down, and get healthier (so far doing badly in this -frowns-)&lt;br /&gt;- Find another hair colour instead of blonde (have been blonde for almost a&amp;nbsp;year)&lt;br /&gt;- To&amp;nbsp;be independant, stop being so needy, and so relying on bf (so far doing good in this!)&lt;br /&gt;- GET A JOB DURING THE LONG HOLS!&lt;br /&gt;- Be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for year 1 to end. I'm still thinking how did I managed to pull myself to wakeup every single day for the past 12 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, 1 year anni's coming. It's that fast, but it just means that there'll be other obstacles in our way as we continue growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things definitely changed, so many unanswered questions, the usual cycle of confusions continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7848904942293753479?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7848904942293753479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7848904942293753479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-get-another-chance-life-is-no.html' title='You don&apos;t get another chance, life is no nintendo game'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TTjxSj57w9I/AAAAAAAACHI/Ry7BGGPJhJQ/s72-c/P1000866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7294162400184917533</id><published>2010-12-06T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:56:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>So much spare time. Ugh hate this feeling. Too much spare time that I've so much time to think. (Aside from going school) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the feeling of being neglected again. I always get this feeling whenever he has to work. :( The only thing to distract me in school/ CSI. Sigh. Prolly no more phone calls in the night for now. What to do what to do what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, so determine to go on a diet now. I hope. :( Hope it's successful!!!!!!!!!! Hate dieting, because food makes me happy. Oh well. Fats just don't burn away itself right? Got to stop contributing fats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring life boring life boring life. I think I'm so lifeless I could almost see flies flying around me. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7294162400184917533?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7294162400184917533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7294162400184917533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/12/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1363959868497171163</id><published>2010-11-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:10:56.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD BLOG</title><content type='html'>Okay so baby is now pestering me to update my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Idk what to update lei. I rather go on tumblr these days. Hmmmmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;I love you baby :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1363959868497171163?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1363959868497171163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1363959868497171163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/dead-blog.html' title='DEAD BLOG'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-8025967393619461043</id><published>2010-10-11T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:04:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convince yourself that he's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore</title><content type='html'>Days has been so bad. I swear. Fucking bad. He needs to work. His facebook status is always abt him at work. When he's with me all he talks about is he and his friend at work, or things at work. It's like all of a sudden I just feel so alone. He's not going to be thr for me anymore, because he can't. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sooner or later I'll just get used to days without him and maybe I won't need him as much anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-8025967393619461043?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8025967393619461043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8025967393619461043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/10/convince-yourself-that-hes-not-reason.html' title='convince yourself that he&apos;s not the reason you don&apos;t see the sun anymore'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2514163476734383887</id><published>2010-10-10T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:08:00.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/10</title><content type='html'>Decided to blog because it's 10/10/10!! Cool or what ;) &lt;br /&gt;Days has been boring. Bb and I argued so much today over some miscommunication. :( I hate arguing but sometimes it's like I have to be right, and I have to win yknow?! I hate how stubborn I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2514163476734383887?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2514163476734383887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2514163476734383887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10/10/10'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7370095381030888529</id><published>2010-09-30T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:09:55.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>It's just this very sick feeling of waiting for your text. Woke up every hour checking my phone. Had many nightmares of you leaving me. :( This familiar feeling. Heartache? It's all coming back now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7370095381030888529?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7370095381030888529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7370095381030888529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7171868096173678535</id><published>2010-09-30T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:17:17.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:((</title><content type='html'>I was upset because when I feel like shit, I feel like I'm not good enough for you, never good enough. Like wtf would you like a piece of shit like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7171868096173678535?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7171868096173678535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7171868096173678535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=':(('/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6203730983262939277</id><published>2010-09-29T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:19:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like I'm burning out</title><content type='html'>Simple days spent with babyboy are the best :) Am too lazy to blog or anything much now because I realise I tend to blog more when I'm unhappy. So I guess lesser blog posts means that I've been happy? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness used to sound so distant, used to seem so far away. My happiness was short-lived until now. I feel it has such a longer life span, I can't really remember when's the last time happiness was away from me- ever since I met you. This time, it seems like sadness and despair is short-lived, happiness quickly took over whenever you're near. You always make me happy, til today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this weekends there are actually some plans, becauseeeeeee Singapore is getting incredibly boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6203730983262939277?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6203730983262939277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6203730983262939277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-im-burning-out.html' title='like I&apos;m burning out'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3066075831549926524</id><published>2010-09-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:46:24.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos when I'm kissing you it all starts making sense.</title><content type='html'>My E71's suddenly as good as new, kinda not used to it though. Previously it was damn chui to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Woke up to my screwed up phone not being able to press down when I was reading one of baby's sweeet text. So pissed at my phone that I went from being half asleep to fully awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJ4l5jx8WaI/AAAAAAAACFI/hFoHa9-xHYc/s1600/DSCF7851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJ4l5jx8WaI/AAAAAAAACFI/hFoHa9-xHYc/s320/DSCF7851.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(At Singapore zoo last Sat.&amp;nbsp;It was insanely hot that day tho. :( I love my polkadot top teeheeee. K la love my bf more.)&lt;/div&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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Watched Wall Street w baby&amp;nbsp;today, and it was alright I guess. It was all about money and stocks thingythingy which we don't really understand. ﻿Oh well. Sat's gone and another week's starting again. Schl's starting in no time. :( And plus baby's gng back schl the entire week next week. Sighsighsighsighsighsighsighsigh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/21378550-3066075831549926524?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3066075831549926524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3066075831549926524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/cos-when-im-kissing-you-it-all-starts.html' title='Cos when I&apos;m kissing you it all starts making sense.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJ4l5jx8WaI/AAAAAAAACFI/hFoHa9-xHYc/s72-c/DSCF7851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5076277729253445864</id><published>2010-09-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:28:50.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbyboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJzONJ4i5pI/AAAAAAAACE8/_arAQlo2f-E/s1600/DSCF8030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJzONJ4i5pI/AAAAAAAACE8/_arAQlo2f-E/s320/DSCF8030.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of blogging or tumblring. Decided to blog. &lt;br /&gt;Days has been good. Idk why I just feel so unbeatable. Like nothing can bring me down. (k la except for a bad hair day today which made me so AKLSJDSDJASDJ I swear and I actually gave bf attitude cos of my hair, sorry la too vain alr can?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour fading to the max. First day of dying it was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJzO-IdHU3I/AAAAAAAACFA/9ph-N9sjicQ/s1600/47478_432510935840_634220840_5346682_5854898_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJzO-IdHU3I/AAAAAAAACFA/9ph-N9sjicQ/s320/47478_432510935840_634220840_5346682_5854898_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dyed it ash green anyway. Super dark + green + greyish at first. (compare this pic with the top one, never dyed it after I dyed this colour.)&amp;nbsp;I hated it and actually kinda regretted it so I washed my hair twice a day&amp;nbsp;to make&amp;nbsp;it fade. K sooo my efforts of making it fade actually worked, TOO WELL. It faded so damn quickly la I swear!! I swear my hair's back to blonde again but just not too white like previously. (aiya but I prefer lighter hair colour so yay conti fading please) Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my hair. Feel damn vain. Actually can't wait for schl to start lei. Hahaha okay second thoughts, not really. I need to go on a diet. I ate astons like 3 times this week. I think Baby and I are hardcore aston-ers!! hahahah previously like once a week sure eat astons, this week like esp alot, like thrice, or four times Idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so, went out w baby today!!! Days that are spent w baby are the bestest everr everrrrrr everrrrrrrrrrrrr. Always being retarded + I can talk to him about anything :) He's always giving in to me, I just can't help but feel like a bitch sometimes. K la my bf's the best. Neh neh ni poo poo :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm yapping and yapping away but I can't help it. Haven't been blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJzRZxYCHvI/AAAAAAAACFE/OCCNJjt2h1s/s1600/DSCF8032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJzRZxYCHvI/AAAAAAAACFE/OCCNJjt2h1s/s320/DSCF8032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Big ass picture of me. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5076277729253445864?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5076277729253445864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5076277729253445864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbyboy.html' title='bbyboy'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TJzONJ4i5pI/AAAAAAAACE8/_arAQlo2f-E/s72-c/DSCF8030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7373013235676888203</id><published>2010-09-24T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:00:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm</title><content type='html'>Trust me, I'd really want to blog proper post and stuffs.&amp;nbsp;But I've been lazy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is this how true happiness is supposed to feel like? When he slips his arms around my waist in a crowded mrt, when he kisses me on the cheek when I'm not looking, when he does something really stupid just to make me laugh, when he grabs my hand and holds it real tightly, when we pinky promised and you told me “我们沟沟手指，永远爱你一辈子。”I've never felt happier in my entire life, no matter how silly it sounded. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7373013235676888203?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7373013235676888203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7373013235676888203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/mmmm.html' title='mmmm'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5684546418321818641</id><published>2010-09-22T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:41:55.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I haven't had this kind of day in awhile. The kind where I feel like shit. The kind where you don't bother to text me a proper text. The kind that idk nothing's gonna make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I haven't forget what you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5684546418321818641?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5684546418321818641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5684546418321818641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-havent-had-this-kind-of-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3747411740830040072</id><published>2010-09-22T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:03:43.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and running</title><content type='html'>K so I really couldn't live without a blogger. I thought I could use tumblr, but it just wasn't the same. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a month or more. Felt like so many thoughts and so many things I needed to write down, (or blog down) so that I could read back in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these few days has been tiring. Wanted to (and was excited to) blog so many things + pictures&amp;nbsp;but I guess my mood's ruined. Off for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3747411740830040072?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3747411740830040072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3747411740830040072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/up-and-running.html' title='Up and running'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-8878173259685269972</id><published>2010-07-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:00:36.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like there's always something right there to remind me</title><content type='html'>Up til today, there's 1,387 posts in this blog. I've been using this blog since ......... Sec1? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why whenever I argue or get upset and pissed with bf, I start to think alot. So many questions and yet no answers. I wonder if anyone ever thinks as much as I do. I think if anybody really knows how much I think, it'll scare the shit out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-8878173259685269972?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8878173259685269972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8878173259685269972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-like-theres-always-something.html' title='seems like there&apos;s always something right there to remind me'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3453488210726757442</id><published>2010-07-09T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:10:51.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy again. Ignore my previous posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you won't disappoint me again, baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3453488210726757442?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3453488210726757442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3453488210726757442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1212605677106680856</id><published>2010-07-07T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:24:53.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's hard to leave you and it'll be the most fucking painful decision ever. But what other choice do i have? Sigh. A sucky night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1212605677106680856?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1212605677106680856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1212605677106680856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-hard-to-leave-you-and-itll-be-most.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1111656308735557763</id><published>2010-07-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:52:20.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be brutally honest,</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of this. Idk why time and time again I persuade myself to trust you and believe in you, and maybe things will change. But no, you proved me wrong once again. You always claimed you loved me and I'm the most important person in your life, but you don't treat someone you love this way. You don't lie and continue lying to the person you love. I can't leave you but what's the point? Now I'm even doubting if you really loved me, or were all your words said to me just bullshits?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1111656308735557763?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1111656308735557763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1111656308735557763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-be-brutally-honest.html' title='To be brutally honest,'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3188705757770391132</id><published>2010-07-04T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T08:15:07.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babyboy</title><content type='html'>I love you, despite all the nonsense I give you, I really love you. I hope my nonsense won't make you wanna leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really make me happy, I can't lose my only reason of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3188705757770391132?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3188705757770391132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3188705757770391132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/babyboy.html' title='babyboy'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7842878431051332861</id><published>2010-07-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:14:53.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If relationships are like a rollercoaster ride, than it's just constantly going down down down down down for me.</title><content type='html'>It's like non-stop quarrelling these week with Boyf. I hate it so fucking much. I'm so fucking unreasonable sometimes&amp;nbsp;and I flare at the slightest reason. I just dk why I get so moody and needy. :( And I get distant, and I stay silent. It's so painful whenever I'm with him and I just can't hold his hands or hug him just because I'm fucking stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope yknow that no matter what, I love you. Not even anger can change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7842878431051332861?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7842878431051332861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7842878431051332861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-relationships-are-like-rollercoaster.html' title='If relationships are like a rollercoaster ride, than it&apos;s just constantly going down down down down down for me.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3436768563141504947</id><published>2010-07-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:06:52.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People change for either two reasons, they've learned enough that they want to, or they've been hurt enough that they have to.</title><content type='html'>It's July. I can't fucking believe that half a year is gone. good/bad? Idk man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3436768563141504947?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3436768563141504947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3436768563141504947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/people-change-for-either-two-reasons.html' title='People change for either two reasons, they&apos;ve learned enough that they want to, or they&apos;ve been hurt enough that they have to.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4656370607068633292</id><published>2010-06-29T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:38:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it feels like I don't know who are you at all. &lt;br /&gt;It's so scary because I'm in love with a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you make me confused because til today, it feels like there's so much of you I still don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. And we're so different. If you actually knew everything that's going on in my head, i think it'll just scare you.  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4656370607068633292?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4656370607068633292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4656370607068633292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_29.html' title='?'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1369257486088370315</id><published>2010-06-29T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:50:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I want to talk to you about so many things, but when I realised that you would never understand any of it, I shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're around you just make everything so much better, make life seem so much brighter. But when you're not I feel like shit. I hate being so reliant, but this is just me right? I have never changed from the start. The only thing that has changed is how much I need you and love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was never supposed to be this vulnerable again. Never supposed to love so much again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1369257486088370315?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1369257486088370315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1369257486088370315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-want-to-talk-to-you-about.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6762119584791460358</id><published>2010-06-29T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:37:33.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test is coming. Ugh. Need to catch up on the many lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6762119584791460358?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6762119584791460358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6762119584791460358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-my-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2644203488385574087</id><published>2010-06-28T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:46:14.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I like&amp;nbsp;to say&amp;nbsp;I'm cold so you'll hold me. When&amp;nbsp;I say&amp;nbsp;I'm fine,&amp;nbsp;I'm usually not.&amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;fall in love way too easily. I'm never too old for sleepovers. I have a mean side,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;just don't show it.&amp;nbsp;I'm confusing, and you'll never have&amp;nbsp;me completely figured out.&amp;nbsp;I like attention.&amp;nbsp;I like to hear&amp;nbsp;I'm beautiful. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No matter how many times I say I don't care,&amp;nbsp;I usually do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll mess with your head. &lt;strong&gt;If I say that nothing's wrong, something usually is.&lt;/strong&gt; And just when you think you have&amp;nbsp;me figured out, something will change and you'll be all wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2644203488385574087?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2644203488385574087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2644203488385574087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6660368354068367030</id><published>2010-06-27T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:48:21.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you know that I will never trust you again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6660368354068367030?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6660368354068367030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6660368354068367030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hope-you-know-that-i-will-never-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7398817561337393332</id><published>2010-06-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:22:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one ever gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming, hearing lies, hearing sorries over and over again, and hurting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCYnX8nRJnI/AAAAAAAACEA/5jJrMg5SOOs/s1600/100626-145104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCYnX8nRJnI/AAAAAAAACEA/5jJrMg5SOOs/s400/100626-145104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is fucking horrible. I don't even know where to begin.. There were good parts of the week but the bad parts just overwhelms the good parts so I don't even rmb the good parts. I hate this week. I officially hate this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I hate waiting for your texts, I hate waiting for you to go home. I hate to constantly hear you say sorry but never meant it. I hate that I can't trust you no matter how much I want to, because I really want to trust you but whenever you tell me something, 3/4 of myself will tell me that you're lying, I hate the feeling of constantly doubting your words. I hate that you never listen to me. I hate that sometimes, you make me feel like I'm nothing to you. I hate so many things. But the worse thing I hate is, I can never bring myself to hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7398817561337393332?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7398817561337393332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7398817561337393332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-one-ever-gets-tired-of-loving-but.html' title='No one ever gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming, hearing lies, hearing sorries over and over again, and hurting.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCYnX8nRJnI/AAAAAAAACEA/5jJrMg5SOOs/s72-c/100626-145104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1846611356192228241</id><published>2010-06-26T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:49:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is fucking why I fucking hate staying at home. I just can't stop thinking. I keep thinking about you and it always feels like you're never thinking about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1846611356192228241?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1846611356192228241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1846611356192228241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-fucking-why-i-fucking-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3280020812729423194</id><published>2010-06-25T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:37:06.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:(</title><content type='html'>I hate staring at my msn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my skintone now even more. So chaotah and burnt thanks to that sentosa trip like a month ago :( My face and my body is like different colour even w/o foundation. Can my black skin plz go away~~~ I look so fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a camera. :&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3280020812729423194?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3280020812729423194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3280020812729423194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:('/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7677876417095070029</id><published>2010-06-25T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:24:54.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-Z3YrHJ1sU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-Z3YrHJ1sU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so addictive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7677876417095070029?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7677876417095070029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7677876417095070029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-so-addictive.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6047967867145725075</id><published>2010-06-25T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:57:27.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereo love</title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning and felt that cooling breeze of the heavy rain and went back to sleep............... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if I should go out with Liping. But I'm broke and I'm tired. :&amp;lt; But I miss going out with her! Oh the dilema...... Shall go do nothing for a few hours now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6047967867145725075?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6047967867145725075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6047967867145725075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/stereo-love.html' title='Stereo love'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4476456219511713805</id><published>2010-06-24T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:02:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the way I act sometimes. I take a lot of things for granted and sometimes I expect way more of people than I should. I wish it would be easier for me to accept that sometimes people are trying their best, and I need to be okay with that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCKs3B7IkjI/AAAAAAAACD4/zJtYrS_29EA/s1600/100623-183229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486137357499929138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCKs3B7IkjI/AAAAAAAACD4/zJtYrS_29EA/s400/100623-183229.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like&amp;nbsp;pinning&amp;nbsp;up my fringe now even though I look like shit cosI find my fringe being a pain in the ass whenever I leave it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awesome because I reached school at 8.18am today. I haven't been in schl so early before through these 8 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4476456219511713805?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4476456219511713805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4476456219511713805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-wish-you-knew-how-much-i.html' title='I hate the way I act sometimes. I take a lot of things for granted and sometimes I expect way more of people than I should. I wish it would be easier for me to accept that sometimes people are trying their best, and I need to be okay with that.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCKs3B7IkjI/AAAAAAAACD4/zJtYrS_29EA/s72-c/100623-183229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-486988754879312054</id><published>2010-06-22T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:19:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom said that I've to attend some grand dinner at some hotel thing to get the scholarship $ my dad's company is giving. Idk when izzit but am weirdly excited because I have never attended such a grand dinenr before and I can't wait to dress up and do my hair. I want to wear a long dressssssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-486988754879312054?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/486988754879312054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/486988754879312054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/mom-said-that-ive-to-attend-some-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2061135290592836296</id><published>2010-06-22T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:25:12.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is exactly the reason for my paranoia</title><content type='html'>I went to play stepmania just now just to reminisce the times when I used to go arcade. It's quite scary actually it's like that part of my life just ended abruptly. Idk what am I doing now, and I have no idea what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I feel my whole life paused when I got with him. I feel like one day I'm going to wake up and this is all going to be just a dream, and he was just a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2061135290592836296?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2061135290592836296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2061135290592836296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-exactly-reason-for-my-paranoia.html' title='This is exactly the reason for my paranoia'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5005235944226025899</id><published>2010-06-22T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:15:52.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCAqpfNp13I/AAAAAAAACDw/kVPwUmUud6M/s1600/28527_406871470840_634220840_4662488_624244_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485431238379034482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCAqpfNp13I/AAAAAAAACDw/kVPwUmUud6M/s400/28527_406871470840_634220840_4662488_624244_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to know what makes me love you more than I loved him? It's because when he got me, I was perfectly unused. I was fearless and a hopeless romantic. When you got me I was bruised and battered. I was afraid of the world and cynical about love. &lt;strong&gt;And yet, you didn't leave&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5005235944226025899?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5005235944226025899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5005235944226025899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-want-to-know-what-makes-me-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TCAqpfNp13I/AAAAAAAACDw/kVPwUmUud6M/s72-c/28527_406871470840_634220840_4662488_624244_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6886988011508585491</id><published>2010-06-21T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:32:12.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sometimes", said Pooh, "the smallest things take up the most room in your heart" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6886988011508585491?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6886988011508585491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6886988011508585491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-said-pooh-smallest-things.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-188599094541688925</id><published>2010-06-21T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:26:45.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stuck between using blogger or tumblr but for now, I think I still prefer blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in schl now and I had to force myself to come schl if not I'll still be on my bed right now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I'm going to buy hair treatment later on, to salvage my almost dead hair. And I'm heading to the National Library w Bf.&lt;br /&gt;Imma try to catch up with the many lessons I've missed because of not coming schl/ in schl and using fb and not listening to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test results were pretty okay. ;) Yay that's the only good thing about schl right now because I need a reason to keep me from dropping out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-188599094541688925?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/188599094541688925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/188599094541688925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-stuck-between-using-blogger-or.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-551480716355755590</id><published>2010-06-21T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:17:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>My blogger is some ugly shit now but I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever felt like you're in this phase of not knowing what to do or what you want anymore. I only know who I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust issues. When I trust, I get disappointed, and when I don't, I'm paranoid and always suspicious. Sucks to always be thinking so much, and I always wish I wasn't like that. I wish can be the kinda girl who can just don't give a shit to anything. But I can't. I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had a good distraction to prevent me from thinking too much- I went online shopping. I sense myself going broke when I get $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Boyf. I wish he knew how much I really miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-551480716355755590?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/551480716355755590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/551480716355755590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2137385530828833266</id><published>2010-06-19T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:42:10.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TBuoVoKBWwI/AAAAAAAACDo/uNUX_jI0A3c/s1600/IMG_3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484162060763880194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TBuoVoKBWwI/AAAAAAAACDo/uNUX_jI0A3c/s400/IMG_3602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Big ass picture of me because I haven't been camwhoring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone should get a tumblr. It's like more than just blogging. It's fucking awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love, beneath my strong exterior, I'm actually afraid I'll have to wake up one&lt;br /&gt;day to the thought of you not being mine anymore. I have never expected myself&lt;br /&gt;to be able to make someone so important to me again, but you did it. I&lt;br /&gt;stopped myself from loving you too much, because I didn't want to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;again. But, slowly I find myself only thinking about you, looking forward to see&lt;br /&gt;you, for your texts and phone calls. Your (once so stranger) smell, has become&lt;br /&gt;my favourite smell. You make love seem so beautiful all over again, and when I'm&lt;br /&gt;with you, nothing else matters. :) I LOVE YOU.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2137385530828833266?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2137385530828833266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2137385530828833266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-ass-picture-of-me-because-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/TBuoVoKBWwI/AAAAAAAACDo/uNUX_jI0A3c/s72-c/IMG_3602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3846761982617343024</id><published>2010-06-14T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:48:23.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love it when we're having a cold war, you pull me close and hug me. When both of us just don't say anything anymore and it's like that hug instantly shuts all my anger away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3846761982617343024?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3846761982617343024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3846761982617343024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-it-when-were-having-cold-war-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4241234911157944162</id><published>2010-06-13T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T03:26:16.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder if i ever cross your mind....</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel so lost. like nobody in this world would ever understand how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish time would stand still right now. It's going by too fast. I'm scared. :( sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4241234911157944162?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4241234911157944162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4241234911157944162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonder-if-i-ever-cross-your-mind.html' title='wonder if i ever cross your mind....'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5365423665103148858</id><published>2010-06-10T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:34:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This space has been dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I would like to meet someone who wouldn't given up on me. Someone who would alwas be there for me ... no matter what. Someone who I could tell all of my secrets to and they would trust me with theirs. Someone who wouldn't care what I would wear or how I have my hair done. Someone who would call me every night just to hear my voice. Someone who would know me well enough to tell when I'm mad, sad or confused. Someone who wouldn't just like me for the looks, but for my personality and in the inside. Someone who wouldn't just love, but someoen who would be addicted to me. Someone who would never leave me clueless or alone. Someone who would always do what they say. Someone who would looik out for me. Someone who would never leave me broken. Someone who would be faithful to me. Someone who would be the one for me and I'd be the one for them. Someone who would be my Romeo and I'd be their Juliet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I already have that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good, I guess. Need better school attendance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5365423665103148858?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5365423665103148858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5365423665103148858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-space-has-been-dead.html' title='This space has been dead'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1776701796159637699</id><published>2010-06-01T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:11:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omggggggggggggggggggggggg Idk why I just keep falling in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1776701796159637699?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1776701796159637699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1776701796159637699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/06/omggggggggggggggggggggggg-idk-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3173194441054643186</id><published>2010-05-30T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:58:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy.</title><content type='html'>SHAG BALLSSSSSZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like, because I get to see boyf for like the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to go so many places after getting $$$!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3173194441054643186?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3173194441054643186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3173194441054643186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy.html' title='happy.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5512538836759998294</id><published>2010-05-25T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:59:36.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why but you make me happy</title><content type='html'>My hair colour like shitz now h3h3 it just keeps fading to some colour Idk how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting to blog until boyf reminded me to teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to tell you secretly how happy I am with you. Not just the normal kind of happy but the kind of happy when nothing else in the world is able to make me sad that kind of happy, the kind of happy when we can be doing absolutely nothing, talking about crap, but still feel happy and contented. Like there's no where else in the world I'd rather be, other than with you. :&gt; I bet you don't have a single clue about how happy I actually am, with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5512538836759998294?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5512538836759998294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5512538836759998294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-why-but-you-make-me-happy.html' title='I don&apos;t know why but you make me happy'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7242047808224760115</id><published>2010-05-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:11:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7242047808224760115?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7242047808224760115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7242047808224760115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/todays-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7995171413727455275</id><published>2010-05-23T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:40:41.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may annoy the hell out of you, but you can never find someone who loves you as much as I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S_i_FCC24-I/AAAAAAAACDY/1YOur9aK26s/s1600/27827_400911500840_634220840_4491715_6235452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474335440237945826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S_i_FCC24-I/AAAAAAAACDY/1YOur9aK26s/s400/27827_400911500840_634220840_4491715_6235452_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me smileeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7995171413727455275?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7995171413727455275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7995171413727455275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-may-annoy-hell-out-of-you-but-you-can.html' title='I may annoy the hell out of you, but you can never find someone who loves you as much as I do'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S_i_FCC24-I/AAAAAAAACDY/1YOur9aK26s/s72-c/27827_400911500840_634220840_4491715_6235452_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4443097753649868177</id><published>2010-05-23T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T01:55:38.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD.NIGHT.SAD.NIGHT.SAD.NIGHT.SAD.NIGHT.SAD.SAD.SAD.NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sad at 2am in the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4443097753649868177?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4443097753649868177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4443097753649868177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1063216011474991713</id><published>2010-05-20T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:57:20.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Schl has been rather tiring. Srsly considering if I should work part-time while schooling too. Everything in the world needs $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests ends next Wed and my 2 weeks vacation will be spent working, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I really really really really like chemistry! Until now my interest for chemistry never faded. (Y) That explains why I've been getting A for my Science module when the topic is on Chem. Omg Chem I heart you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1063216011474991713?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1063216011474991713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1063216011474991713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/schl-has-been-rather-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7640114845044128538</id><published>2010-05-18T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:15:54.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just thinking too much this is just killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew how much you actually meant to me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7640114845044128538?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7640114845044128538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7640114845044128538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-just-thinking-too-much-this-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6149460317101455666</id><published>2010-05-17T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:33:54.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More active on tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will occasionally blog here when I feel like it. h3h3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6149460317101455666?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6149460317101455666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6149460317101455666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-active-on-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2177077208396780971</id><published>2010-05-16T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:55:16.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This space has been so dead, really. I'm more active on tumblr. (Actually, I'm just reblogging pictures/quotes I like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find a need to constantly update here, because I'm lazy to remember everything I did for the day and type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have one complain now I just need to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I.HATE.MY.HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I need to majorly lose weight. Sigh weight and self esteem issues never fails to ruin my mood for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my huge appetite. I need to stop eating! but then again, eating makes me happy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I just need to sacrifice it. Need to cut down on fattening food. Been eating like nobody's business during the holidays. Regretting it so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so bloody fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate girls with over confidence. I guess it just really disgust me that they think they're all that when they're actually not. Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2177077208396780971?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2177077208396780971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2177077208396780971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-space-has-been-so-dead-really.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5462227433262452008</id><published>2010-05-14T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:54:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this weird urge of making twitter again since I'm always bored. But than again I deleted my twitter for a reason in the past. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just doesn't feel like school to me, because I'm always facing the laptop, I can facebook/msn/tumblr/blog/fml/other entertainment etc., as and when I feel like it. I guess it's a good thing? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been anywhere for the past week, which feels majorly weird. Just been meeting Boyf around woodlands area and stuff. Did I mention he's so insanely cute and retarded in every ways omggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAAAAA Am so proud that I understand Logarithm today omgomgomg srsly. Always feel so accomplished whenever I understand something, I don't know anything about at first. Hahahha I realise I'm the kind of person that when I start doing something, I must do the best of it, if not I don't want to do it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thanks my faci for encouraging me to come class today. ^^ &lt;strong&gt;Feels good whenever I'm not forced to go school, but I made the choice to go school myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5462227433262452008?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5462227433262452008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5462227433262452008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-this-weird-urge-of-making.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1274543277983461898</id><published>2010-05-12T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:50:59.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 3rd month</title><content type='html'>I got nothing to update. Haha. I have tests coming up and I need more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn mad happy that I managed to keep my face foundation free for almost 2 weeks alr. Needed to let my face breathe from all the foundation... It's suffocation is clearly shown with all my huge ass pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkkkk I miss boyf now and I need to cut down on food. My appetite grew so much over the holidays, its scaring me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1274543277983461898?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1274543277983461898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1274543277983461898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-3rd-month.html' title='happy 3rd month'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6992640951979169243</id><published>2010-05-10T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:38:30.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth may hurt, but I'd prefer to hear it than lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6992640951979169243?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6992640951979169243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6992640951979169243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/dull-aching-pain-heartache.html' title='The truth may hurt, but I&apos;d prefer to hear it than lies.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4715219309013290158</id><published>2010-05-08T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:48:08.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y68_sNvD4MA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y68_sNvD4MA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4715219309013290158?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4715219309013290158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4715219309013290158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2539034718736203377</id><published>2010-05-05T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:48:54.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U267ouy0Wck&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U267ouy0Wck&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2539034718736203377?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2539034718736203377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2539034718736203377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-to-love.html' title='Time to love'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4836422157311779910</id><published>2010-05-03T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:47:07.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to stay home and stone more often.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a new hair cut&lt;br /&gt;I need a new hair colour&lt;br /&gt;I need to take out all my bloody hair extensions&lt;br /&gt;I need more make up&lt;br /&gt;I need more clothes&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat lesser because all I've been eating is junk food&lt;br /&gt;I need to drink more water&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop my bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apart from those,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop keeping things I'm unhappy with to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4836422157311779910?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4836422157311779910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4836422157311779910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-to-stay-home-and-stone-more.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-8213933750097144590</id><published>2010-05-03T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:57:48.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S947ZPrvYRI/AAAAAAAACDA/1b8Ytb4lV08/s1600/30209_115886298444444_100000692226460_125091_2574507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466872302567121170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S947ZPrvYRI/AAAAAAAACDA/1b8Ytb4lV08/s400/30209_115886298444444_100000692226460_125091_2574507_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S947VBOG5pI/AAAAAAAACC4/GEv9Eh_Ehn0/s1600/30209_115886298444444_100000692226460_125091_2574507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love being around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-8213933750097144590?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8213933750097144590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8213933750097144590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-thing-2-do-3-words-4-you.html' title='1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S947ZPrvYRI/AAAAAAAACDA/1b8Ytb4lV08/s72-c/30209_115886298444444_100000692226460_125091_2574507_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-692496557348156755</id><published>2010-05-02T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:04:55.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tarallox/blackwedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tarallox/blackwedge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/tarallox/blackwedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I are gonna buyz this shu cos I are gonna wear it when I go out with Boyf so I can make him feel shorter cos I'll be around the same height or even taller than him teehee. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to stop spending money &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/21378550-692496557348156755?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/692496557348156755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/692496557348156755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-are-gonna-buyz-this-shu-cos-i-are.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-352330890666938420</id><published>2010-05-01T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:47:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish it was easier for me to show you how important you are to me, and how I love all the little things you do for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Boyf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-352330890666938420?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/352330890666938420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/352330890666938420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-i-wish-it-was-easier-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-8495284217293713403</id><published>2010-04-30T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:02:57.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things between Boyf and I are fine now :) Hope I don't catch him lying ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop feeling fat and ugly hehe. :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-8495284217293713403?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8495284217293713403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8495284217293713403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-are-fine-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7354479736704352907</id><published>2010-04-29T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:59:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to believe in cause' I don't believe in you anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7354479736704352907?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7354479736704352907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7354479736704352907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-me-something-to-believe-in-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1775075842494488532</id><published>2010-04-25T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:36:52.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know you're unlike any other?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S9RkQlDBfII/AAAAAAAACCw/Lu2KiV8U4Vc/s1600/26748_382189924772_718959772_3908152_638567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464102483892731010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S9RkQlDBfII/AAAAAAAACCw/Lu2KiV8U4Vc/s400/26748_382189924772_718959772_3908152_638567_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S9RkLhcFQuI/AAAAAAAACCo/ekAtpmIS_3E/s1600/26748_382189924772_718959772_3908152_638567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. Maybe even better if I can get more sleep hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of permanantly shifting to my tumblr cos I'm always lazy to blog but I'm always on tumblr til night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockstarfuckyeah.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://rockstarfuckyeah.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep snipping my fringe because I'm always irritated with it. Hehe I don't know if I screwed it up but hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 more days til 3rd month but yet this feels so long alr! Hehe I luv you. &lt;/div&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/21378550-1775075842494488532?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1775075842494488532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1775075842494488532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-know-youre-unlike-any-other.html' title='do you know you&apos;re unlike any other?'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GQYPQX2gSdA/S9RkQlDBfII/AAAAAAAACCw/Lu2KiV8U4Vc/s72-c/26748_382189924772_718959772_3908152_638567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5739083707074934244</id><published>2010-04-25T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:26:47.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you be there to love to be with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate to let go of your hugs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to smell you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love everything you do for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me smile but I'm a stubborn shit for giving you attitude &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love your sudden kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to feel your arms around me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to fall asleep on your arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime I give you attitude, a big part of myself died inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime I see you sad because of my attitude, a larger part of myseld died even more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you promise to never leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5739083707074934244?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5739083707074934244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5739083707074934244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-i-lost-who-i-am-and-i-cant.html' title='Would you be there to love to be with me?'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6850539679509996774</id><published>2010-04-25T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:24:51.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6850539679509996774?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6850539679509996774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6850539679509996774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh-no-im-not-okay-no-no-no-no-no-no.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4118164750182843668</id><published>2010-04-23T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:27:19.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You make me happy. So I shouldn't let go of the only person who makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4118164750182843668?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4118164750182843668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4118164750182843668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/srsly-i-honestly-dont-know-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4310992049676300821</id><published>2010-04-22T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:33:21.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder if i ever cross your mind</title><content type='html'>I feel like an unreasonable bitch and I know it but why can't I just stop it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it whenever I feel this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fucking not good enough and I never was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4310992049676300821?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4310992049676300821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4310992049676300821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder-if-i-ever-cross-your-mind.html' title='i wonder if i ever cross your mind'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6607219116515825679</id><published>2010-04-21T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:37:37.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I just wanna let you know Earthquakes can't shake us Cyclones can't break us Hurricanes can't take away our love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhT2HhEllpw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhT2HhEllpw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby got me hooked to this song omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sogou is being a bitch just when I want to download this :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6607219116515825679?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6607219116515825679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6607219116515825679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-i-just-wanna-let-you-know.html' title='Now I just wanna let you know Earthquakes can&apos;t shake us Cyclones can&apos;t break us Hurricanes can&apos;t take away our love'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2611272962034462267</id><published>2010-04-20T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:44:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just too good to be true</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I just can't help but be a pms-y bitch and I really feel super fuckedup :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf has to tolerate all my nonsense. Sorry! Am lucky that you understood and still come to find me nonetheless and bought my my fav brownie. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2611272962034462267?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2611272962034462267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2611272962034462267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-just-too-good-to-be-true.html' title='You&apos;re just too good to be true'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4088375287937170530</id><published>2010-04-18T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:41:52.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm the weirdest person ever. Why do some nights feels so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug from him so badly now! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really miss going out with him alone, not that I hate going out with him and our friends but I can't even remember when's the last time we went out together alone. :((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow but I ain't complaining cos school beats staying at home doing nothing! Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4088375287937170530?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4088375287937170530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4088375287937170530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-im-weirdest-person-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4581146232870825050</id><published>2010-04-18T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:18:09.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeless words carry on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-xK3CJRMlk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-xK3CJRMlk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing luv sleeping on the phone now. :) Hope he'll have sweeet dreams of me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4581146232870825050?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4581146232870825050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4581146232870825050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/lifeless-words-carry-on.html' title='lifeless words carry on'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-609031726001273978</id><published>2010-04-16T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:40:44.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you always only love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-609031726001273978?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/609031726001273978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/609031726001273978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-you-will-you-always-only-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7073428938571136626</id><published>2010-04-15T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:14:08.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm with you nothing else matters anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love the way you turn my head to kiss my cheek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7073428938571136626?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7073428938571136626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7073428938571136626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-im-with-you-nothing-else-matters.html' title='when i&apos;m with you nothing else matters anymore'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-8001224656777397853</id><published>2010-04-15T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:42:24.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finishing class in less than 1hour!!!!!!!!! Watching movie with Boyf and Alphonese later :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess poly is like kinda alright. Wasn't as bad as I thought hehehe ok back to fb-ing because I'm done with our presentation alr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-8001224656777397853?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8001224656777397853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/8001224656777397853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/finishing-class-in-less-than-1hour.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7237473941909554723</id><published>2010-04-14T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:56:26.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.... so boyf came over today again! Heheeee the 3rd time this week and I'm still seeing him tmrw again!!!!!!!! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to head to bed soon. I can srsly feel what this long holiday did to my body. This few mornings I had to wake up early cos Bf was coming over and I srsly felt physically in pain cos I was too shag! :( Like lack of sleep to the max but still not sleeping early everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School really starts tmrw soo I HAVE TO SLEEP EARLIER IF NOT I'M REALLY GOING TO DIE!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised I've stopped posting quotes/picts on my blog cos I do that on my tumblr.. So here's a quote that I really love for awhile now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a weight has been lifted, i can finally breathe. not&lt;br /&gt;worry about what he will say, or when he would've finally stopped ignoring&lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;strong&gt;because now i no longer care&lt;/strong&gt;. he doesn't concern me. i just&lt;br /&gt;wonder if he'll come back to me someday wishing we'd still be together despite everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;but if this is the way it was meant to be, then i'm honestly okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i'm okay. i've realized it's not him who make&lt;br /&gt;or break you, &lt;em&gt;it's only you who decides.&lt;/em&gt; so no matter what&lt;br /&gt;happens, i'll be just fine. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i've already got all that i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's all I need :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7237473941909554723?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7237473941909554723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7237473941909554723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-9100912628590226265</id><published>2010-04-13T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:14:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get when you let your heart win</title><content type='html'>Boyf came over today again and we watched Saw 1 and 2! :) Feels nice just hugging him and watching a gory movie hehehehe :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-9100912628590226265?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/9100912628590226265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/9100912628590226265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-what-you-get-when-you-let-your.html' title='That&apos;s what you get when you let your heart win'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-7304050893933357133</id><published>2010-04-12T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:10:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y68_sNvD4MA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y68_sNvD4MA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sis keeps listening to this song and it's stuck in my head too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-7304050893933357133?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7304050893933357133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/7304050893933357133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-never-stop-thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3516075165838861037</id><published>2010-04-12T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:21:28.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd month!</title><content type='html'>A tub of Häagen-Dazs ice cream + a lovely boyfriend + the lovely boyfriend's hugs and kisses = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MILLIONS OF LOVE LOVE AND LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for being a pms-y bitch and getting all pissed at baby when he made me wait :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am glad he understood and gave me a sweeeet (but sweaty) hug when he reached my place (L) (L) (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not turning up for orientation for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And sometimes, good things fall apart so that better things can fall together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3516075165838861037?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3516075165838861037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3516075165838861037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-month.html' title='2nd month!'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2378856656661915096</id><published>2010-04-12T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:16:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went orientation for a few hours today than headed home. Feel like falling asleep. Tsk not going to go orientation for the next 2 days alr. :) Waste time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rp configured my laptop til it's so screwed. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2378856656661915096?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2378856656661915096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2378856656661915096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/went-orientation-for-few-hours-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-88149038646099349</id><published>2010-04-11T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:12:48.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zg2gj6FIe48&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zg2gj6FIe48&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shittiest mood recently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sane sane sane sane sane sane sane sane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-88149038646099349?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/88149038646099349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/88149038646099349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_11.html' title='pfft'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6494407161203473552</id><published>2010-04-11T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:18:50.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sch sch sch sch. Fuck pms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6494407161203473552?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6494407161203473552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6494407161203473552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/sch-sch-sch-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-3781229455931496211</id><published>2010-04-09T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:46:57.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so much more than I remember</title><content type='html'>Sighhhhhhhhh my entire body is aching ever since the day I got drunk. I bet I must be making a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts next week :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-3781229455931496211?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3781229455931496211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/3781229455931496211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-so-much-more-than-i-remember.html' title='You&apos;re so much more than I remember'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4628802130710397608</id><published>2010-04-08T17:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:31:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nobody else in the world for me but you</title><content type='html'>Can't believe what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby even came down to butterfac cos I was dead drunk in the middle of the night, made him waste money and made him worried :( Sorry baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was so good to see him when I was slightly more sober, the hug and the familiar scent of his made me felt safe again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4628802130710397608?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4628802130710397608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4628802130710397608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-nobody-else-in-world-for-me-but.html' title='There&apos;s nobody else in the world for me but you'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1018356837951901870</id><published>2010-04-06T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:18:45.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shorty fire burning on the dancefloor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's not afraid of trying again. They're just afraid of getting hurt for the same reason, but life is simply unpredictable. You'll never get the answers to your questions until you learn to RISK some things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait to party w girlfriends tmrw and also am going over to Boyf's house first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that there's loads of camwhoring tmrw too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1018356837951901870?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1018356837951901870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1018356837951901870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/shorty-fire-burning-on-dancefloor.html' title='shorty fire burning on the dancefloor'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-1649175376781221773</id><published>2010-04-06T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:02:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to stay home and stone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :( So exhausted. Don't feel like working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going out since Friday and I'm so so so so so tired. Falling asleep on the phone with Boyf in the wee hours of the morning and waking up a few hours later to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep on the phone with boyf is love!!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-1649175376781221773?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1649175376781221773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/1649175376781221773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-to-stay-home-and-stone-so.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5130445706707334128</id><published>2010-04-04T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:32:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo your name across my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaIpdMZN3E0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaIpdMZN3E0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm abit crazy right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can suddenly smile to myself for no apparent reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAH thanks to that certain sillyboy :) (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5130445706707334128?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5130445706707334128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5130445706707334128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/tattoo-your-name-across-my-heart.html' title='Tattoo your name across my heart'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5447155572004080945</id><published>2010-04-04T02:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:09:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luvs</title><content type='html'>For once, I felt like I'm not the one putting all the effort in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I felt like I am actually important to someone, and he actually mean what he says and says what he means.&lt;br /&gt;For once, in a long time, I haven't felt ... sad. And today felt weird because I haven't felt sad in a long time and I guess it feels wrong because usually my happiness is always short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel soooooooo contented. I love my boyfriend to the max!!!!! He is lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that someone is capable of making me this happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs486.snc3/26611_107942442572671_100000707461095_109263_1406617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs486.snc3/26611_107942442572671_100000707461095_109263_1406617_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs486.snc3/26611_107942442572671_100000707461095_109263_1406617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/juzhi/26611_107942442572671_1000007074-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/juzhi/26611_107942442572671_1000007074-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/juzhi/26611_107942442572671_1000007074-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs486.snc3/26611_107942442572671_100000707461095_109263_1406617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v46/juzhi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26611_107942442572671_1000007074-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v46/juzhi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26611_107942442572671_1000007074-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs506.snc3/26611_107944125905836_100000707461095_109347_8286984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A huge-ass picture of us :D Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning felt so fucked up cos Boyf can't come out today :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And than had a 360 degrees change of mood when he said he could meet me!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21378550-5447155572004080945?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5447155572004080945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5447155572004080945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/huge-ass-picture-of-us-d-hahahahaha.html' title='Luvs'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4724478122710990513</id><published>2010-04-03T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:28:30.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh srsly fml. Can't see boyf today :'( AND IT'S A SAT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4724478122710990513?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4724478122710990513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4724478122710990513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh-srsly-fml.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4607576995350408293</id><published>2010-04-03T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:37:03.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only yours</title><content type='html'>Just watched dead silence on the comp with girlfs :) SO TIRED NOW!!!!!!!!!! :( ok lazy to blog alr wtv byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue being this happy!! :) Because every second spent with him is a happy one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4607576995350408293?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4607576995350408293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4607576995350408293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-yours.html' title='Only yours'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-6043945008668946840</id><published>2010-04-02T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:50:03.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Jae's house now and he's still sleeping!!!!!! Stuck here for now :( Can't wait to go home and take out my contacts and have a good bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-6043945008668946840?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6043945008668946840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/6043945008668946840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-jaes-house-now-and-hes-still.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-2199814266491580044</id><published>2010-04-01T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:44:13.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on emptiness</title><content type='html'>Going over Boyf's today! Finally get to see him and he's helping me to dye my hair :P Isn't he awesome or what. Millions of loves!!!! (L) (L) (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up so fucking early!!! Omfg so tired :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-2199814266491580044?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2199814266491580044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/2199814266491580044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-over-boyfs-today-hes-helping-me.html' title='Running on emptiness'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-191034919314032261</id><published>2010-03-31T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:05:15.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on is tough but so that is something that may never be</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of you. I think that's the closest I can get to be next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hug. So familiar but yet so distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-191034919314032261?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/191034919314032261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/191034919314032261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-on-is-tough-but-so-that-is.html' title='Moving on is tough but so that is something that may never be'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-5865500238862291143</id><published>2010-03-30T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:41:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to the corner where I first saw you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAChhKAk22I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAChhKAk22I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing this song on repeat for awhile now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell what's done cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss luv. :( :(:( :( :( :( I'd do anyth for a warm hug from him now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-5865500238862291143?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5865500238862291143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/5865500238862291143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-back-to-corner-where-i-first-saw.html' title='Going back to the corner where I first saw you'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-248552064828424559</id><published>2010-03-30T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:41:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The other boys just won't do, because boy- all I want is you. You light up my eyes, you're the star in my sky. We're the perfect two &amp;amp; I know it's true. Because when I think of love, I think of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-248552064828424559?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/248552064828424559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/248552064828424559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/03/other-boys-just-wont-do-because-boy-all.html' title=''/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378550.post-4537611610025342301</id><published>2010-03-28T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:51:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't matter how long you've known him, if he's had you smiling since day one, don't ever lose him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzz678ZNeu1qbuj5bo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzz678ZNeu1qbuj5bo1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm with you, I believe in love. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think I saved too many of your texts that it's flooding my phone heheheheheheheh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378550-4537611610025342301?l=xxisarockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4537611610025342301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378550/posts/default/4537611610025342301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxisarockstar.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-doesnt-matter-how-long-youve-known_28.html' title='it doesn&apos;t matter how long you&apos;ve known him, if he&apos;s had you smiling since day one, don&apos;t ever lose him.'/><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
