<?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-8735633921626105048</id><updated>2012-02-04T02:12:42.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL YOU WILL NEVER KNOW</title><subtitle type='html'>Im unlike others just as the sun is unlike the moon.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7754102086725917253</id><published>2012-02-04T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T02:12:42.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine, February.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How fast time flies. Its been 2 wonderful month for me ever since STPM ended. Pretty much amazing things and people that passed by within this 2 months. And Yours Truly here had been sitting and rotting at home for about a month and only then she's consented to made up her mind to WORK. Honestly, the word &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sounds pretty 'doomed' to me for the first thing that crossed my mind was bad tempered boss, dead clock, super duper hectic life, the always screwed up look work mate and lots more negative thoughts. But, amazingly, all these thoughts were all banished by the very wonderful first day of work where supervisors were extremely kind and humourous, working mates were awesome, and some not so awesome part was wearing an orange wig while sampling. sigh. Just to promote the Minute Maid Pulpy orange drink. Total no comments on that. Wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;rking as sampling isnt an easy task. Where you need to promote your product to almost everyone you see and not forgetting letting them try your product. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Promoting part was fun for all. Where you just need to stand there, put on your best winning smile, promote and thats it, the end of the story. But letting customers try your products was omg. I kno that, Its human nature for asking thousand and one question regarding new products especially females but the part where i hated the most is, they responded rudely towards you. There's something i cant stand and i bet most cant especially when you treated them in a nice, polite way, and you didnt get back what you gave. *shakes head* They cant even shakes head, say no and smile. Instead, either they shout at you, or put up an angry look which i dont think its nice to people especially girls. Oh, fine. I kno you're having a bad day but c'mon, at least a SMILE. LORD, i guess people needs to learn manners and smiling lesson. tsk tsk. What a world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Im so very lucky enough for my working experience last only for 3 days. The last day was cool. Where the rain becomes our saviour, come pouring down and close shop. :) &amp;nbsp;Chinese New Year. As all knows, year 2012 is the year of a Dragon in the chinese lunar calendar. So, lots of rain is expected to fall this year (thats according to mythology). For they say the animal Dragon lives in the heaven and loves the water. So when It plays, rain falls on earth. How true is it? *shrugs* Well, i dont know. New year, new beginning, new wishes. So, whats your chinese new year wishes? Wishes like getting prettier, getting whatever i want use to be on my wish list for like few years ago but now, its nolonger in the list. I genuinely wish for only good health and happiness this year. For that matters the most. Aint it, people? Well at least, i've woke up from a long deep sleep full of misery, negativity, right? *yawn* sleepy. Is time to recharge. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7754102086725917253?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7754102086725917253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7754102086725917253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7754102086725917253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7754102086725917253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentine-february.html' title='Valentine, February.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1011619697615230206</id><published>2011-12-31T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:32:40.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Part, December 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_c8TULbmCQE/Tv69sb2x9OI/AAAAAAAABnM/YPGKxSsba6E/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_c8TULbmCQE/Tv69sb2x9OI/AAAAAAAABnM/YPGKxSsba6E/s640/10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;, as all knows is the last month of the year which is also my last month and year of schooling year. And i have to say its my best year ever. Year 2011 is the year that lets me learn most things that i dont use to. LOL. Some said through hard work and experiences, we tend to build in and realized most things. Well, i think those sayings are just true enough for me to imply into what i've got thru the year. :D Dont you Dear Readers realized that my Blog had been oh so happy compared to before? In case you dont, keep scrolling the pages and you'll kno. Guess its a good sign, aint it? &lt;i&gt;*winks.&lt;/i&gt; And next, gotta learn to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smile&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like &lt;i&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/i&gt; does. (p/s: my idol.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, cut the crap short. Eventho STPM's over but i still got that feeling of going to school like, "Oh Crap! I got to sleep early or else i'll be sleepy in school." *smacks forehead* I guess i needed time to adapt for a while the &lt;i&gt;'No' school&lt;/i&gt; feeling. Hees. :D Im currently not bound to any jobs yet as im still very lazy for it and due to some cant-be-told reasons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdC0XZEo-ZM/Tv6-Cf-fyoI/AAAAAAAABnU/LCVCqmkY3_w/s1600/196.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdC0XZEo-ZM/Tv6-Cf-fyoI/AAAAAAAABnU/LCVCqmkY3_w/s640/196.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And oh yeah. Christmas this year is rather plain and easy. Nothing so special to be posted about. Just norm family gathering dinner and thats it. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnbCV9PZWP8/Tv6-Fa97F_I/AAAAAAAABnc/zZNu4h5tMq0/s1600/194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnbCV9PZWP8/Tv6-Fa97F_I/AAAAAAAABnc/zZNu4h5tMq0/s640/194.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Smile more, you're beautiful' - Yours Truly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21QxlO9Yb7E/Tv6-pIHqu0I/AAAAAAAABnk/5NLLtJyn67k/s1600/DSC00969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21QxlO9Yb7E/Tv6-pIHqu0I/AAAAAAAABnk/5NLLtJyn67k/s640/DSC00969.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Updates from Bali, Indonesia. Above you can see a real breathtaking scene isnt it? Its known as the Holy Temple by the sea side in Tanah Lot, Bali, Indonesia. Well, Bali trip was simply amazing and mesmerizing. Eventho the travelling part was boring which i must admit myself, but if you do really enjoy watching the scenery, taking every breath in every stop you go, you'll find it amazing. But too bad, we came at the wrong season which is the Rainy season that where ever we goes, we're accompanied by rain drops. :) It was cooling and pretty soothing too for your skin after a rough and tough month that you had gone thru, under that deep moist breeze. No joke, no lies. Its all truth about Bali. Some may find it boring but to me, its wonderful. According to parents there are loads more trips coming but under some &lt;i&gt;personal circumstances&lt;/i&gt;, i rejected all. Dont ask why, i've stated the word, "PERSONAL".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKJzVqX_MoE/Tv6-1b2wNAI/AAAAAAAABns/SOnUsSwzjm8/s1600/DSC00876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKJzVqX_MoE/Tv6-1b2wNAI/AAAAAAAABns/SOnUsSwzjm8/s640/DSC00876.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I purposely chose this picture cause the background says it all. No special means. :D Today, on the last day of the wonderful year 2011, i was invited to attend a wedding dinner in which i dont really wish to go for im skipping my bff's birthday celebration in her house. Sigh. But, i've got no choice cause the one getting married in the big 'ol event later is parents' best friend's daughter so still, got to go. Sigh. Sorry, Bumpkin. Couldnt attend your birthday celebration. As you have promised that you'll only treat me for your birthday next year. :P Hope that day will come. Its 4:30PM and i got to be dressing up and all those so, bye. Write again soon. OH Yeah, i forgotten! Wishing everyone out there a happy happy new year 2012!! Have fun and God bless. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1011619697615230206?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1011619697615230206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1011619697615230206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1011619697615230206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1011619697615230206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-part-december-2011.html' title='Merry Part, December 2011.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_c8TULbmCQE/Tv69sb2x9OI/AAAAAAAABnM/YPGKxSsba6E/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-674311795659091882</id><published>2011-12-02T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T14:30:13.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry meet, December.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPYdpYm06m8/Tthsf8HPcbI/AAAAAAAABnA/1iYE0XntIjw/s1600/83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPYdpYm06m8/Tthsf8HPcbI/AAAAAAAABnA/1iYE0XntIjw/s640/83.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright. Blogging here doesnt mean STPM's over. Its just that Your's Truly is taking a break from anything else. :D Well, ofc you would want to kno how is STPM going on. Another 4 more papers to go and STPM shall be doomed! HAHAHAs. The papers went pretty smoothly except for Chemistry (&lt;i&gt;the ever killing subj in pre-u&lt;/i&gt;). Oh well, thats normal. :) Skip that part. Finally December, We meet again. And next is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!! Oh god. That will be super exciting this year like &lt;i&gt;very very very&lt;/i&gt; exciting. Cause, its a total &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to be worried about Christmas and it will be the best Christmas ever!! (for me) TeeHees. Before Christmas would be &lt;i&gt;Bali, Indonesia&lt;/i&gt; trip for me. Its pretty distracting for now to even think about it. LOL. As i've said, i'll take it as smtg to motivate me to strive better. RIGHT? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And next. NEW YEAR 2012. It might be the year that some long awaits for. But as for me, its pretty heavy to leave such wonderful year, 2011. A year that taught me, realises me the most. You wont imagine how much i've learned, whether its literally or unintentionally. There's loads more in fact. Too much to be told. :D I guess i got to learn to pick and to let go. Hmmm... NEXT. Chinese New Year! CNY 2012 is pretty early. Its on the 23rd of Jan next year. Got to brainstorm on the wardrobe piece and the make up's ofc!! Seems to be so much up-comings for me! I bet you too out there the same, right!! *pointing finger*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gotta be prepared for the next paper so, Adious peeps! Stay tuned!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Addicted to this song,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/b_4rdHIMDfk"&gt;Click ME.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-674311795659091882?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/674311795659091882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=674311795659091882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/674311795659091882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/674311795659091882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-meet-december.html' title='Merry meet, December.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPYdpYm06m8/Tthsf8HPcbI/AAAAAAAABnA/1iYE0XntIjw/s72-c/83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-326660742866736718</id><published>2011-11-09T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:45:53.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sitting there, reminiscing those naive days when i just entered Pre -University was so much fun. Especially when you remember how distinct every single things were use to be. LOL. Couldn't believe that i'm now already at the edge of it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Sixth Form / O' Levels / Pre - University / whatever you'd call it, is coming to an end. A very end where its the last year of being in a high school, wearing school uniform, 'obeying' school rules and so. Never know that time passes by so fast that i don't even realize it. In another 1 more week, i'll be sitting for that big 'ol Life Sentence examination. Twas indeed &lt;i&gt;very stressful, even more stressful &lt;/i&gt;compared to Secondary Five. But, i somehow manage to take control of stress, emotions and all those which also makes me feel so much better and happier. (&lt;i&gt;Fyi, i laugh a lot in these few months!&lt;/i&gt;) Sounds good, ain't it? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I still remember so clearly that it was the 10th of May where i put on my school uniform once again after leaving it in the wardrobe for like &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; months, sitting there anxiously in the school hall waiting for my BFF to arrive, looking at new faces where they are all my own &lt;u&gt;colour&lt;/u&gt;! Well, its like the first year ever i'm exposed to my own race you see after &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; years of schooling. I have to admit that i'm having these discomfort w/ them due to difference in culture and opinion i guess? :D I was very head strong back then. Refuse to tell anyone regarding these 'discomfort' i have w/ these new classmates that drives me half mad. Really half mad that i goes home crying everyday! How saddening. But anyway, i was too silly to really take those things into serious account that drives me that way. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remembering those hectic, packed time table i use to have. Rush right away for tuition in school uniform after school, eating w/ tupperwares in the car, and finally reach home exhausted. HAHA. Those were real sweet times and i can guarantee like 100% sure that i'll be missing them after exam eventho i actually can't wait to finish it. And one more, not forgetting how much tears that i've shed in Form Six. HAHAHAHAHAH. LOL. Yeah, it was very hurtful, disheartening, saddening or what so ever definition to be given to it, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;That time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Im stressing it again, &lt;b&gt;That time&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; now. (&lt;i&gt;You better believe me or else i'll #chrisbrown you!)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;NEH!&lt;/b&gt; Just kidding! I will never be that kind of girl anymore you see. Somehow those hurtful, disheartening, saddening times made me realizes something that i have no idea how important it is in life. And thats &lt;b&gt;Forget and Forgive&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A simple word like "&lt;i&gt;Shokay&lt;/i&gt;." , "&lt;i&gt;Sorry&lt;/i&gt;." can make so much changes that i've not even imagined like never in my life. Well, do you? HAHA. Its okay that you don't realize it now, it's better than you don't at all. Right? :D &lt;i&gt;Anyway, if any of my classmates of Pre-U2Azalea is reading, i really wish that you know how wonderful all of you had been to me eventhough there are times where i'll throw those unnecessary tantrums or maybe insulted you be it verbally or action. You girls really made my day and allow me to give in so much and realizes loads of facts that i don't. And Thank God for letting meet such wonderful mates like 'neighbour' , LeeHua Leong (&lt;/i&gt;the girl who sits in front of me in class&lt;i&gt;) and MiaoShan Saw (&lt;/i&gt;my deskmate&lt;i&gt;). You both makes me feels so warm in class as in the warmth of friendship, and are willing to listen to my never ending tales that the teachers sometimes got to call our names for chatting! :D Cheers to that. I sincerely wish that we'll be in the same University as room mates / course mates. May God bless us all w/ peace, love and wisdom in this exam! I love you, girls! &amp;nbsp;:')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;, "Ke Yi De, Ke Yi De! Wo men yi ding ke yi zhou de dao de! Wo men yi chi nu lik!!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-326660742866736718?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/326660742866736718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=326660742866736718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/326660742866736718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/326660742866736718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/11/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4676177021672650238</id><published>2011-10-27T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:59:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to DREAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Its been a really Hard, Tough month for me. And the best thing is, i've never complained. I did nothing. But instead, i blamed myself for all the failures and faults. I guess, its better this way as life's never a smooth going journey. Ain't it? Mood really swings but i really hope i wont lose control of it like i use to do before this. I swear i'll never repeat it-never. Hard and Tough month for all Upper Pre-Uni students as they never stop fighting those bold and huge tidal waves that never fails to make their way. And i am one of those Pre-U students. I think im much slimmer now than before that makes me looks even longer and some said i looks taller. :P HAHA. I actually hopes that i can grow another 4 inches tall. (&lt;i&gt;pls, Lord. Just another 4 inch&lt;/i&gt;.) People might thought i've gone nuts for having such craves. Ahh~ Let it be, their mouth, their opinion and i can't do a thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My long hair is growing even longer than before too. To be more precise, its almost touching my waist. HAHA! *laughs. I kno, i kno, its time to layer it a lil' right at the bottom. And, not forgetting my face. Its so oily now w/ black and whiteheads. How i wish to clear 'em off! But, its not the right time - &amp;nbsp;YET. How i wish to have a warm bath full w/ wild rose scent all over the bathroom and petals of roses everywhere. (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guys, never imagine that. I bet you'll half puked!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) And i kno that wont like will never happens not until my life sentence examination (STPM) officially ends. Hmm.. Honestly, I'm not even well prepared yet to sit for that exam. And teachers never fails to race to me to tell me that I'm still weak in this and that. Quite tensed up to hear that actually when i already am working, pushing myself. I don't want to repeat what i have done back in Secondary Five. Twas a pure nightmare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp129Jf8KwA/TqkvVouKj-I/AAAAAAAABm4/qDxy5r58MKw/s1600/Beautys-best-habits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="545" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp129Jf8KwA/TqkvVouKj-I/AAAAAAAABm4/qDxy5r58MKw/s640/Beautys-best-habits.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Im trying at my best not to burn my midnight oil and try practicing healthy lifestyle as i don't do it before this. Good isn't it? Well, just received the news last night that the school teachers would like me to perform again next Monday for that launching of "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reading Week&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." A malay song was chosen and i was actually not quite happy w/ the decisions made where i was &lt;u&gt;forced&lt;/u&gt; to duet the song w/ a girl younger than me when we both cant blend in our voices and the song is of total awkwardness. Sigh. I have to say that the girl doesn't sound so good as she don't kno how to differ high and low key which also troubles me lots when i was trying my very best to fit into her key. But, itshokay. I guess God is trying to test my &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;talent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. :D HAHA! I don't call my singing as one of my talent before this but after getting tonnes of compliments even from the school principal, and then i dared to say that its one of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I kno that there're many &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt; people w/ truly real and great talents out there, &lt;i&gt;better than i do&lt;/i&gt;, awaiting to be heard or seen. In case you're one of them, Do not ever give up as there are thousands of big chances for you to grab hold on to. So, never stop trying and believing, be positive even if you fail to, and c'mon, work hard to achieve your goals, your expectations and your DREAMS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have Big Dreams too. I bet you too the same. :) I shall achieve mine someday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4676177021672650238?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4676177021672650238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4676177021672650238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4676177021672650238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4676177021672650238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/10/dare-to-dream.html' title='Dare to DREAM!'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp129Jf8KwA/TqkvVouKj-I/AAAAAAAABm4/qDxy5r58MKw/s72-c/Beautys-best-habits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8975905128374780703</id><published>2011-10-26T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:57:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Greetings people! It really has been a while since i last blogged. Feels so revived after a consistent workout and stuffs. :) Its tiring at first but slowly getting use to it. Gotta get rid of all those defections whether its  in/ on me. Every single aspect got to be corrected whether its health wise or whatever before i officially land my feet on that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;lifelong experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Well, many were astonished w/ my thoughts when i told 'em. HAHAHA. I know that its pretty challenging but i would like to take up that challenge. At least its smtg that i can learn more and exposes me to those things i never had in my life. So, &lt;i&gt;"What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?"&lt;/i&gt; - John Green.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwn2VU1CHmY/TqelwPE4qLI/AAAAAAAABmw/qmS_YV_TkDs/s1600/157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwn2VU1CHmY/TqelwPE4qLI/AAAAAAAABmw/qmS_YV_TkDs/s640/157.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Waking up as early as 6/7 am for breakfast of course. (&lt;i&gt;Im not the kind of morning person who would get up earl' just to workout. Sorray.&lt;/i&gt;) Momma's sick recently and that i got to skip school on Monday to take care of her. Ahahahahs. Sounds filial, ain't i? :D Purposely went down to one of the wet market near home to buy some vege and stuffs related to it. Its darn hilarious when its so very obvious that i've got &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ZERO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; knowledge about choosing those veges. Luckily there's these very kind looking aunts to help me out. Problem solved, went home and get into the kitchen. Another prob arise. I actually got &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ZERO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; experience on cooking but nevermind, i'll let my hands try. For the entire afternoon im in the kitchen and the results are only a pot full of ABC porridge. *laughs. My first time, aye. Prepared some side dish too, of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Very much apologies that there's no pictures about that. Was too busy the entire day! Off from the kitchen and next is laundry. Oh, God. That pile of clothes. A little tensed up to see 'em. Separate every single piece of them and began the washing. Done. Cut the story short. Done w/ all the houseworks and its already evening. *wipes sweat. Total no time to even do my revision. Off for a nap. :) Took a really quick shower and watched my favourite drama series. And alright, after a busy day, i shall end it w/ a simple workout + yoga. Thats how my days ends this week. Busy and tiring indeed, but at least i learned something that can only be felt by heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY DEEPAVALI&lt;/b&gt; to those who celebrates!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Celebrate your days w/ joy, Everyday. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/8735633921626105048-8975905128374780703?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8975905128374780703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8975905128374780703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8975905128374780703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8975905128374780703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwn2VU1CHmY/TqelwPE4qLI/AAAAAAAABmw/qmS_YV_TkDs/s72-c/157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1944377221894002630</id><published>2011-10-01T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:32:51.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, Two teachers from my school are retiring on the same day. Awesome, not? HAHAHHA. Idk why i suddenly feel that my skin underneath is so thick that i dare to stand out to sing. (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thats what i felt after watching my own video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) :D Idk, how was it so, watch it yourself. But, do promise me smtg. Please, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT LAUGH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Thank You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-abdfd258e7a1f2e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dabdfd258e7a1f2e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408602%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C63514A9D427299A77051DFAD39EB9F363BD74B.754231626E32CACAABFD45EEAB9D4D88CEBE0C7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dabdfd258e7a1f2e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOHxeIQpI2ekU49dHNihJT34LeZ4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dabdfd258e7a1f2e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408602%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C63514A9D427299A77051DFAD39EB9F363BD74B.754231626E32CACAABFD45EEAB9D4D88CEBE0C7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dabdfd258e7a1f2e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOHxeIQpI2ekU49dHNihJT34LeZ4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The School Counselor warned me before performing. Saying that i'd better perform well as if im singing on reality shows, and mind you, one of the '&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Datuk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' is there. Ohh, my.. WTH was my reaction and followed w/ laughs ofc. Teachers loves my singing and so do the Senior Assistants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im really glad that they liked it. Was so worried in the backstage regarding it. Fuhh. During rehearsal on thursday, the teachers actually requested me to sing the song again. Yes, the exact song for the second time. Well, i cant say a thing but to do it. They seems to enjoy it so very well. Right now, they no longer call me by my name. They're actually calling me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celine Dion - Ipoh Version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Go ahead, laugh. Anyway, Thank Lord for giving me strength for all this. And i hope, He do not only give it to me. But also to those needy ones. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twas a great day indeed. Thank Lord for blessing me such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a fine day. XOXO; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1944377221894002630?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1944377221894002630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1944377221894002630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1944377221894002630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1944377221894002630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-day.html' title='The Big Day.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4580034645266886457</id><published>2011-09-29T17:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:09:22.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Alive again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oESvh1-24Pg/ToRCcIka2PI/AAAAAAAABmU/_RLGmLL3SZw/s1600/DSC00053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oESvh1-24Pg/ToRCcIka2PI/AAAAAAAABmU/_RLGmLL3SZw/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657720082988194034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday means tomorrow. Two of my school teacher will be retiring. And, guess what? I'll be performing 2 songs as one of the on-stage performance. Yeah. Teachers love my singing after listening to it for like the first ever time during that Sixth Form Farewell. Rehearsal this noon for tomorrow's big event. Fuhh! One word for it, TIRING baby! But its worth it. At least i dont have to sing myself to sleep every night. HAHA! Yes. I still does that. The most ridiculous thing on stage is that, i remember every single word of that particular lyric when i cant do that down stage. Ridiculous is a bad word choice i guess. Miraculously would be way better. :) Wondering what song i'll be performing? Here you go, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbmgKCURmzc&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;Gemilang&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PNwpkbZAI0"&gt;Im Alive&lt;/a&gt;. The song Gemilang, i'll duet w/ one of my mate. :) Well people, wish me luck that i'll perform well enough. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats all for now, Adieu. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4580034645266886457?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4580034645266886457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4580034645266886457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4580034645266886457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4580034645266886457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-alive-again.html' title='Im Alive again.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oESvh1-24Pg/ToRCcIka2PI/AAAAAAAABmU/_RLGmLL3SZw/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5172447859230086800</id><published>2011-09-20T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:49:38.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Im late to update here actually. But isnt it better late than never? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been pretty busy lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; w/ lotsa &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;lotsa &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;things to be done, things to be planned, and things to be told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fuhh!&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things to be done first;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mark up all the weakness &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I wont tell u what)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, download lotsa docs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;lotsa unfinished task, lotsa things to buy within this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's more but i dont think that i needa update like from A-Z?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Next; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things to be planned;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Post STPM vacation trip to Bali, Indonesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;well, I dont really like this task when the thing that im planning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ages later??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, nevermind. I'll take it as a motivation to strive better then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things to be told; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Congratulations, Dear Readers. You're finally at the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;of the entire story. LOL. Not funny. I kno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cutting the story short, updates from home first. Recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;yours truly adopted a fighting fish which also scientifically named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as Betta fish. Dont kno what it is? Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1591092027"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1591092028"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xvwc4NS4dw/TnoAOeC2L6I/AAAAAAAABmE/7ASloW9wemM/s1600/bettafishcare002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xvwc4NS4dw/TnoAOeC2L6I/AAAAAAAABmE/7ASloW9wemM/s400/bettafishcare002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654832530700251042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piCiaqcmSQ4/TnoAOTpgy5I/AAAAAAAABl8/6flfcb1MScs/s1600/DSC09951.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piCiaqcmSQ4/TnoAOTpgy5I/AAAAAAAABl8/6flfcb1MScs/s400/DSC09951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654832527909637010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, this is your's truly's. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trials officially over for like a week ago but there is still pressure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;on top of our heads. Yea, yeah. What's life w/out pressure, aye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Alright. Trials down. Another rises. Smtg that most girls would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;excited for. Guess, what? &lt;/span&gt;Farewell a.k.a Graduation Night. Well, well.. This would be my&lt;i&gt; last &lt;/i&gt;like really &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; LAST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; grad night ever in high school for there's no more. so, what else? Gotta make it the most remarkable one ever. Guess what, Your's Truly will be performing on that night! Solo singing, I'm Alive by Celine Dion. Many questioned me on the song option but i didnt answered. But i will, here. There will be teachers present like your always stern looking Principal, teachers and blah blah. So, i gotta choose smtg that suits all. Not to young, not too old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And i think, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(crossed fingers)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hope that im not wrong. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have a blessed day, people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5172447859230086800?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5172447859230086800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5172447859230086800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5172447859230086800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5172447859230086800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-promised.html' title='As Promised.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xvwc4NS4dw/TnoAOeC2L6I/AAAAAAAABmE/7ASloW9wemM/s72-c/bettafishcare002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-431466540487975342</id><published>2011-09-03T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:15:49.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6a5ZjLMXLvY/TmH2DTMb4zI/AAAAAAAABk4/PCDOFVBwTno/s1600/171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6a5ZjLMXLvY/TmH2DTMb4zI/AAAAAAAABk4/PCDOFVBwTno/s400/171.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trials in another couple of days and it will officially ends on the 13th of September. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Just checked the STPM examination time table today and its all beginning on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;21st of November till the 13th of December. Lord, pretty long isnt it? But, i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;its worth it to squeeze out every single drop of your brain juice right now when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;there's a luxurious hols awaiting ahead. Am i right? :) Oh well, this blog will be fully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;transformed right after 13th of September. Its still undergoing lotsa construction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;work right now. So, Hang On. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udpPac28nQ0/TmH2Mr5wywI/AAAAAAAABk8/iD0zkteIj7c/s1600/139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udpPac28nQ0/TmH2Mr5wywI/AAAAAAAABk8/iD0zkteIj7c/s400/139.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Yawn* tired w/ those long long words, long long paragraphs, long long equations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;*another Yawn* So many things to remember and yet so little time. Well, blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;my idleness for sucha long delay on revision. Shud have done it way earlier. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Well, whatchu expect when there's thousand and one temptations, activities going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;around you especially weeks before you test. HAHA. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Alright fingers. Stop typing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yours Truly is currently off for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;book WAR&lt;/span&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/8735633921626105048-431466540487975342?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/431466540487975342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=431466540487975342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/431466540487975342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/431466540487975342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/smile.html' title='Smile.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6a5ZjLMXLvY/TmH2DTMb4zI/AAAAAAAABk4/PCDOFVBwTno/s72-c/171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4647890993857112453</id><published>2011-08-31T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:56:00.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Its not easy, but its not impossible!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4647890993857112453?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4647890993857112453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4647890993857112453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4647890993857112453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4647890993857112453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/08/stpm.html' title='STPM'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-3224316403988437925</id><published>2011-08-05T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T21:21:37.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>Alright. Its early August. And in another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more months, i'll be graduating.&lt;div&gt;and in another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more months time, i'll be sitting for the pre-life sentence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;examination. Which i think i need not describe more. Need i? *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Tinkerbell. Dont let your fighting spirit down. Let it soar.  &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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;and those acnes, blackheads, whiteheads, eyebags. Oh, how i wish to clear 'em off!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-3224316403988437925?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3224316403988437925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=3224316403988437925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3224316403988437925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3224316403988437925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/08/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2684292603414673812</id><published>2011-07-19T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:00:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Adrenaline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2J5tG-Q2AQ/TiFMWrMGj-I/AAAAAAAABkk/iDVN9fron3w/s1600/155.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2J5tG-Q2AQ/TiFMWrMGj-I/AAAAAAAABkk/iDVN9fron3w/s400/155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629864961624149986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_8ydghbGSg"&gt;Click me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2684292603414673812?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2684292603414673812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2684292603414673812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2684292603414673812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2684292603414673812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/07/pure-adrenaline.html' title='Pure Adrenaline.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2J5tG-Q2AQ/TiFMWrMGj-I/AAAAAAAABkk/iDVN9fron3w/s72-c/155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1726103382624522819</id><published>2011-07-13T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:33:45.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Update.</title><content type='html'>Alright. A quick quick one. I'll be sitting for my life sentence examination &lt;div&gt;in just another 5 months. So, Facebook closed temporarily and poor Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will also be dead in this mean time. Life in Science Stream sixth form is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never an easy alley. So, real no jokes. :s&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;&lt;div&gt;Falling outta everywhere. I meant fashion, those super hot updates, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even academic! Twas, really really bad. *shakes head* Shokay. Shokay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will end sho soon. Bare w/ it, Tinkerbell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1726103382624522819?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1726103382624522819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1726103382624522819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1726103382624522819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1726103382624522819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/07/fast-update.html' title='Fast Update.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6282820596567083126</id><published>2011-06-19T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T03:03:00.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-refWaxKPmW0/TfxObfGB_1I/AAAAAAAABkY/LMIsZ22yGQs/s1600/20.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-refWaxKPmW0/TfxObfGB_1I/AAAAAAAABkY/LMIsZ22yGQs/s400/20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619452669161766738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pero Me Acuerdo De Ti"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que ya mi vida se encuentra normal, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo encasa quien suena con verme llegar, ooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Ahora puedo decir que me encuentro de pie&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que me va muy bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que con el tiempo logre superar, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Aquel amor que por poco me llega a matar, no&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya no hay mas dolor&lt;br /&gt;Ahora el fin vuelvo a ser yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[1]&lt;/i&gt; - Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez pierdo la calma&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Y se me desgarra el alma&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Y se borra mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Y mi mundo se hace trizas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, oh, hey&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que me futuro comienza a brillar, hmm-mm&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que me han devuelto la seguridad, oh, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya no hay mas dolor&lt;br /&gt;Ahora al fin vuelvo a ser yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no&lt;br /&gt;Y se me desgarra el almo&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mi mundo trizas&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Oh pero me, pero me, pero me, pero me&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti... &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/8735633921626105048-6282820596567083126?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6282820596567083126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6282820596567083126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6282820596567083126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6282820596567083126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/pero-me-acuerdo-de-ti-ahora-que-ya-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-refWaxKPmW0/TfxObfGB_1I/AAAAAAAABkY/LMIsZ22yGQs/s72-c/20.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7572331895827134752</id><published>2011-06-18T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:40:50.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multipurpose toy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVb7qo89_JI/TfwliBUY8yI/AAAAAAAABkQ/KDcYuM1m3Ls/s1600/me.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVb7qo89_JI/TfwliBUY8yI/AAAAAAAABkQ/KDcYuM1m3Ls/s400/me.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619407701451272994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People take you as a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;toy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in which they use and dump u the next minute. &lt;div&gt;Maybe your nature is too soft to fight back or maybe you have no great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soldiers marching w/ you and that is why you're best to be used. If they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna use, they can use it in a better way. But they wont. They somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;use it for their own good, satisfy themselves and they never bother to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kno or care about how you feel. None of them does. Its like living in world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you're totally invisible. They dont see you, they dont feel you. They &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont even kno your existence. But when they need you, they see you, they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel you, they realizes your presence, they treat you way better in which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have never felt before. Awesome? Not. (shakes head) You're a human &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living in this earth and so are they but why are they discriminating you as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're some kind of weirdo from outer space? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no choice. No other choice given. All that you can do is just to fake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a smile and sit in the corner of the room. Is that all you wanted? No. You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want something better. I bet they wouldnt wanna be in the situation you're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you so mean?&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYa1eI1hpDE&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt; Link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7572331895827134752?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7572331895827134752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7572331895827134752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7572331895827134752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7572331895827134752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/multipurpose-toy.html' title='Multipurpose toy.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVb7qo89_JI/TfwliBUY8yI/AAAAAAAABkQ/KDcYuM1m3Ls/s72-c/me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1404767122801309229</id><published>2011-06-11T10:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:06:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, tears, grief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGIkoqWRuKc/TfLgl3csxmI/AAAAAAAABkA/0IGkNOWkDN4/s1600/65.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGIkoqWRuKc/TfLgl3csxmI/AAAAAAAABkA/0IGkNOWkDN4/s400/65.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798626428536418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGIkoqWRuKc/TfLgl3csxmI/AAAAAAAABkA/0IGkNOWkDN4/s1600/65.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaky breaths, stinging eyes, tear stained face, tear stained tee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes are swollen due to swelling tears, twice yesterday. One at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noon. The other, at night over some unspoken reason. I am no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brilliant ass who scores well in all her papers. And whenever she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have that spirit to really wanna score, there will and always will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something to pull that fighting spirit down. Down to somewhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foreign that she dont even recognizes. All she sees is just Darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then something silver shimmering in the Dark. She thought it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was Light. But she was wrong. She was fooled by Darkness that she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall so hard. The silver shimmer that she saw in the Dark is actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark silver chains that are chaining all over her. The Light that she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been looking for is still so very far away. Thats right. Inside the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chain, she's crying, pleading, screaming, fighting but did anyone sees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her or hear her? None. Noone. Just Darkness and its scornful laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWgFaNzrN4c/TfLgmISCimI/AAAAAAAABkI/vOnI3Jx6CO8/s400/77.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 148px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798630947228258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzb0PHnuvZw/TfLglgYtE7I/AAAAAAAABj4/RAPU6XPiOq4/s400/52.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798620237763506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times where her spirit is so very down that she almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give in to Darkness. She didnt but the spirit within will never always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be so strong to fight against Darkness. One day, it will fall too. Just like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels. Some are wonderful, pretty, holy, happy angels. Not all are the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same. There are some who fall. Right now, it hasnt fall- Yet. But its &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;already shattering so bad. So very bad. She blames noone. She kno's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that nobody is to be blamed except herself. She might be looking strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a smile on her face but within her she isnt. She dare not be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy as she kno's that the happiness in her is temporarily. It doesnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lasts. Maybe for a couple of seconds but not forever. Even the spell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cast on Cinderella breaks when its 12 midnight sharp. To her, happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is now a form of illusion. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when you're happy, appreciate it before it turns out to be nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1404767122801309229?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1404767122801309229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1404767122801309229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1404767122801309229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1404767122801309229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/pain-tears-grief.html' title='Pain, tears, grief.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGIkoqWRuKc/TfLgl3csxmI/AAAAAAAABkA/0IGkNOWkDN4/s72-c/65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1416288741194550860</id><published>2011-06-10T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:29:10.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i die young.</title><content type='html'>The Question is,"Are you afraid of dying?" I would say &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;div&gt;If i really do die young, i think i hardly have any regrets left behind, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except one. I did all that i've done, i've experienced more than i've &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expected. But there's one thing that i would want and die for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most. And thats to live a &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;thought free&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;healthy&lt;/i&gt; life. This &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the one and only thing that i lack most in my eighteen year old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life. Nothing else. I've not been happy wholly, i've not been thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREE at all, and i've not been healthy at all. I might be looking "like"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at my best but im actually not. There are times where i dont find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any interest of why should i survive in this earth. HAHA. seems like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing fascinates me anymore except pure health. Pure pure health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(smiles) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8735633921626105048-1416288741194550860?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1416288741194550860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1416288741194550860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1416288741194550860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1416288741194550860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-i-die-young.html' title='If i die young.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6049083705614991999</id><published>2011-05-15T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:06:48.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovestrucked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Greetings people! Its been a while hasn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwus-aB-w-g/Tc-QRk85ArI/AAAAAAAABjM/jCAOEXUe5K8/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwus-aB-w-g/Tc-QRk85ArI/AAAAAAAABjM/jCAOEXUe5K8/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606858692750803634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam's over for the past two days and finally im freed from the chains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of books. Baby, its over!! woohoooo. there's lots to be done in my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;post-exam list. :P I assume everyone's like that. C'mon, have a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(grins) I guess, i dont have to be like Cinderella &lt;i&gt;(above)&lt;/i&gt; in this mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time. But very soon, i'll have to be like that, once again. Once you get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it started, there's no way for you to stop doing it. Its a Sunday and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically im out of idea of what to do. Obviously, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; more books. None. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im home with my PC on, staring at the screen of the monitor, holding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mouse. How pathetic? I dont feel like sleeping cause have been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laying eggs on the bed for hours already so, its a big &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; to get in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again. But when i doubled my glance over my bedroom, i got that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sudden urge of "renovating" the entire room. I've been living in this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;room for 8 years. My, My. And its just the same like since 8 years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Random pictures a lot. No specific type of pictures just pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that captures my eyes, i'll save it. Hooray. Found a job to do for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Explore what's in my Pendrive. Amazingly, i found these pretty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bedroom pictures. Mind you, I said &lt;i&gt;pretty bedroom&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Bedroom&lt;/b&gt;. Dont &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slip your mind off somewhere, aye. :P &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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwus-aB-w-g/Tc-QRk85ArI/AAAAAAAABjM/jCAOEXUe5K8/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSw8cRV_Zj4/Tc-Q1EkQEsI/AAAAAAAABjs/upIgWWr9OYY/s400/93.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606859302532813506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Floral Printings a lot since ... Since Im a girl once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwus-aB-w-g/Tc-QRk85ArI/AAAAAAAABjM/jCAOEXUe5K8/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDvQ8PdKRYY/Tc-Q03PjtNI/AAAAAAAABjk/YTxBgwa8KdI/s400/104.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606859298956358866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its actually a toy's room i guess. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJNVtOPvcQ4/Tc-Q0rGdY_I/AAAAAAAABjc/GlJht75TU7o/s400/128.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606859295696970738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This messy? But i like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1pcqbjUsaA/Tc-Q0cUw3dI/AAAAAAAABjU/xtH0WMlkPGs/s400/66.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606859291730435538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwus-aB-w-g/Tc-QRk85ArI/AAAAAAAABjM/jCAOEXUe5K8/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwus-aB-w-g/Tc-QRk85ArI/AAAAAAAABjM/jCAOEXUe5K8/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got one already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyQ5Mo16nGs/Tc-QRUMPEwI/AAAAAAAABjE/5UhrB1tde5s/s1600/32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyQ5Mo16nGs/Tc-QRUMPEwI/AAAAAAAABjE/5UhrB1tde5s/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606858688251761410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This! Oh this! (ignore the pair of legs.) I like this room. Its pretty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isnt it? Just that the curtains got to be more thicker, TV sets, wardrobe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full length mirror and Perfect! Too bad. I cant do that right now. Mum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would have slaughter me offfff! (laughs) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvEu9ypOTh4/Tc-QRJS-2XI/AAAAAAAABi8/9HqlJ-CDMQk/s1600/119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvEu9ypOTh4/Tc-QRJS-2XI/AAAAAAAABi8/9HqlJ-CDMQk/s400/119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606858685327268210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes play a itsy-bitsy part in me. Idk why i dont fancies so much on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoes. Perhaps, thats me i guess. :D So, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; shoe buying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvEu9ypOTh4/Tc-QRJS-2XI/AAAAAAAABi8/9HqlJ-CDMQk/s1600/119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_24vg-RfinI/Tc-QQ3GDRII/AAAAAAAABi0/2vIUS6jY4NY/s1600/113.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_24vg-RfinI/Tc-QQ3GDRII/AAAAAAAABi0/2vIUS6jY4NY/s400/113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606858680441193602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_24vg-RfinI/Tc-QQ3GDRII/AAAAAAAABi0/2vIUS6jY4NY/s1600/113.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoes doesnt play much. But... clothes does on me. (smiles) On every &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girls out there i bet. Naw, you tell me. Who doesnt like pretty clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undeniably, there is exceptions. But, im talking about majority. Wins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clothes. Hmm.. Shopping might not be today. Perhaps some other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekends. Yours Truly is shooooo extra ordinary Lazyy. (stretches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;body).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NP_i5dAbqhs/Tc-QQrHoo6I/AAAAAAAABis/s9Qv3YC2WK8/s1600/37.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NP_i5dAbqhs/Tc-QQrHoo6I/AAAAAAAABis/s9Qv3YC2WK8/s400/37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606858677226611618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totd : " Be grateful. Life's never a smooth on going road. So, keep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              going and never look back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale. Te amo, melle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-6049083705614991999?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6049083705614991999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6049083705614991999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6049083705614991999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6049083705614991999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/05/lovestrucked.html' title='Lovestrucked.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwus-aB-w-g/Tc-QRk85ArI/AAAAAAAABjM/jCAOEXUe5K8/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8761128408132998926</id><published>2011-05-07T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:56:59.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane</title><content type='html'>Exam since last week. It will ends officially next Friday. Its been so&lt;br /&gt;hard these month. Way harder than before. Filled with all those&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights, never ending jobs, unstoppable thoughts, and&lt;br /&gt;nightmares. I can say that everything is driving me half mad. I&lt;br /&gt;constantly lose my sense of right and wrong. Throwing tantrums&lt;br /&gt;to whoever and wherever. Mood swings like heaven. and many&lt;br /&gt;more. Perhaps the problem lies in me and on noone else. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Is my expectations way too high that i got myself disappointed&lt;br /&gt;over time? Or maybe it was fate that pulls me to such stage? Or&lt;br /&gt;perhaps some crazy bitchass cast evil spell on me that spoils&lt;br /&gt;almost most of my days? Do tell me which. I do wish to understand&lt;br /&gt;the real truth that is being camouflaged  with all these dramas. Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i seek you for your forgiveness over my sins. I dont&lt;br /&gt;mean any of them, whether it is directly or indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got my mind slipped off me. It really has been bad. So very&lt;br /&gt;bad. But i kno that it wouldnt be as bad when compared to those&lt;br /&gt;victims of those unwanted disasters. At least it doesnt hurt/mess me&lt;br /&gt;up physically. But emotionally. It doesnt feel nice at all being happy&lt;br /&gt;for that few seconds and the happiness will just fade away after that&lt;br /&gt;very moment. Do you know how does it feels like? Do you? Do you&lt;br /&gt;understand? You'll never. Perhaps God will. Please, stop it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Stop all these unwanted scenes and nonsense. And Darkness, Please&lt;br /&gt;do stop triggering my nerves. If i couldnt take it, i might just give&lt;br /&gt;backwords. And never blame me for that. Fuck all this nonsense. Fuck&lt;br /&gt;all of it. Let me find peace and let peace be upon me. Please, do let me&lt;br /&gt;rest. I dont want to seek alcohol and silence for assistance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. I really am. Give me the key to unlock all these dark chains.&lt;br /&gt;Its suffocating. It really does and stop tearing me apart. FUCK everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8761128408132998926?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8761128408132998926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8761128408132998926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8761128408132998926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8761128408132998926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/05/insane.html' title='Insane'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8189734093093282170</id><published>2011-04-16T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:22:18.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfUnYAytOMM/Tal51VhWVHI/AAAAAAAABiE/qFu-rNewxBU/s1600/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfUnYAytOMM/Tal51VhWVHI/AAAAAAAABiE/qFu-rNewxBU/s400/103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596137969201599602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it!" , "Stop it right there you, asshole!" ,"You're getting my&lt;br /&gt;temperature rising!" , "Lord, provide me extra strength."  These&lt;br /&gt;are the words that keeps running thru my headspace. Drama's&lt;br /&gt;on and off. Never ends and never fades. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whathefuck&lt;/span&gt; right? Im&lt;br /&gt;not being bitchy but the truth is, those lil' devils keep triggering&lt;br /&gt;the darkness all around, got it messed and throw it all at you.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, you got to clean up that mess. It doesnt feel any good&lt;br /&gt;at all. Exam is just few weeks away and its mid term. i really&lt;br /&gt;dont want to screw my mid term at all but it seems that there's&lt;br /&gt;many obstacles ahead. Honestly, i did feel like giving up. I mean,&lt;br /&gt;stopping form6, go to college and done. But, there's more and more&lt;br /&gt;challenges that i'll be meeting right? Sigh. I shouldn't be complaining.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant help it. It feels even worst keeping everything in there.&lt;br /&gt;At least i feel better after leaking some out. Too much that have&lt;br /&gt;happened recently. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVpe8FGcUas/Tal51M_KiFI/AAAAAAAABh8/TLbRixs-rac/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVpe8FGcUas/Tal51M_KiFI/AAAAAAAABh8/TLbRixs-rac/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596137966910736466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Scoliosis. Though i dont really like speaking about it but, i&lt;br /&gt;somehow got to learn to accept facts laid in front of me. RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;It hurts emotionally and physically. Its getting more and more&lt;br /&gt;obvious than ever. Oh, Dear haters, this will be your so very good&lt;br /&gt;news. Am i right? Anyway, i've got no other comments regarding&lt;br /&gt;the big initial, 'S'. Argh, fuck it. Yeah, fuck it. All i can do is just,&lt;br /&gt;practicing more good postures and yoga. Pray for miracles to&lt;br /&gt;happen as well. (it won't happens.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8189734093093282170?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8189734093093282170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8189734093093282170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8189734093093282170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8189734093093282170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-promises.html' title='No promises'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfUnYAytOMM/Tal51VhWVHI/AAAAAAAABiE/qFu-rNewxBU/s72-c/103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4715388616554815645</id><published>2011-04-11T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:21:08.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha means hello, A hui hou means goodbye.</title><content type='html'>In life, we cant possess something that remains with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing for sure that will remain with you till the day&lt;br /&gt;you breathe your last breath is, Memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nh9aAhmh88/TaMIe83ENZI/AAAAAAAABh0/t_2aDfoH3ow/s1600/70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nh9aAhmh88/TaMIe83ENZI/AAAAAAAABh0/t_2aDfoH3ow/s400/70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594324489950475666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;/span&gt; by DHT and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; by K. If you have the intentions to leave, bid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and do so. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A hui hou&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4715388616554815645?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4715388616554815645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4715388616554815645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4715388616554815645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4715388616554815645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/aloha-means-hello-hui-hou-means-goodbye.html' title='Aloha means hello, A hui hou means goodbye.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nh9aAhmh88/TaMIe83ENZI/AAAAAAAABh0/t_2aDfoH3ow/s72-c/70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1578346051802057536</id><published>2011-04-03T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:25:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ex_yP9ZdRI/TZfak1xoSjI/AAAAAAAABhs/b8lZnplV3co/s1600/regret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ex_yP9ZdRI/TZfak1xoSjI/AAAAAAAABhs/b8lZnplV3co/s400/regret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591177788849146418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt; happened yesterday, im feeling so bad. So very&lt;br /&gt;bad. Many things shot thru my headspace, running out of ideas,&lt;br /&gt;running out of almost everything. I can feel that im empty inside&lt;br /&gt;out. I wanted to cry, but i didnt. It seems like i've lost my track&lt;br /&gt;of wrong and right. I've lost every little pieces that made up my&lt;br /&gt;soul. A more clearer view, im shattered. Looking at my own&lt;br /&gt;shattered pieces on the ground knowing that i wouldnt have the&lt;br /&gt;strength to pick them up and stick every single piece back together.&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy was bad. IT was really bad that i use up my all against&lt;br /&gt;it. I dont kno what's right to do next. I seek help, hope, guidance,&lt;br /&gt;strength to reunite all the shattered pieces back together. But all&lt;br /&gt;that i see is a piece full of Darkness surrounding me. I dont see Light.&lt;br /&gt;I dont see anything. I see nothing. Tell me what should i do next, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Do tell me. Many tragedies that had passed me by has never been&lt;br /&gt;as disastrous as this. Lord, i seek nothing else but you. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to kno what should i be proceeding next and move on with&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1578346051802057536?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1578346051802057536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1578346051802057536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1578346051802057536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1578346051802057536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/hollow.html' title='Hollow'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ex_yP9ZdRI/TZfak1xoSjI/AAAAAAAABhs/b8lZnplV3co/s72-c/regret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6813412552827963538</id><published>2011-03-26T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:29:42.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya estoy de vuelta.</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers, here she is. From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is she&lt;/span&gt;? to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here she is again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very very busy month and i think i needed a break from&lt;br /&gt;all those no ending dramas. imagine. Dramas with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; commercial&lt;br /&gt;break. OMG right? sigh. one down another one rise. headache.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to have my own sweet time and babble alright? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think i needed permission to do so. wtv)&lt;/span&gt; Exam as usual. crack the&lt;br /&gt;heck outta us all. uh oh(s) can be heard as the exam slip was given&lt;br /&gt;from one table to another. HAHAHA! :D Nothing special really&lt;br /&gt;happened since last month. Just more and more books, homeworks,&lt;br /&gt;assignments, projects, responsibilities and the another thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;even i myself cant say whether is it an advantage or not? Say what?&lt;br /&gt;my Mandarin improved tonnes! Try speaking in Mandarin with me.&lt;br /&gt;Andandand, my other languages dropped. Yes. Stop wondering. Its&lt;br /&gt;my English and Bahasa Melayu like whathef*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expect this from me, right? D-U-H. Me either. No, no, no. im&lt;br /&gt;not gonna allow that to happen. *nervous* gotta be doing something.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigod! i dont kno where else should i be hiding my face. Dig a hole&lt;br /&gt;and bury my head like what ostrich does? Oh, whatever. Maths and&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is killing me inside out! i've never imagined that i have to&lt;br /&gt;kno (like i wanted to kno), must kno in fact so many laws, equations,&lt;br /&gt;formulas like whathefuckmothersavemyfuckingbrain! Lord, please.&lt;br /&gt;I beg you. Dont give only me but do give every single form6 science&lt;br /&gt;students extra strength and energy to remember all those craps.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head.* School principal had been a pretty brilliant ass in&lt;br /&gt;which she insists all form6 teacher to only facilitate us, give out only&lt;br /&gt;30% of work and never teaches in the classroom. Like woe, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;The rest 70% should be from us. And she's makin our damn schedule&lt;br /&gt;so fucking pack in which we're still having our curiculum activities&lt;br /&gt;on eventho its an exam week. Who wouldnt fail? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Another most brilliant thing is that she's targeting the first two&lt;br /&gt;classes to get four flats. Just so you kno, yours truly is in the second&lt;br /&gt;class. You'll find me 6 feet underground next year when STPM '11&lt;br /&gt;results officially's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHA8YBCvkm0/TY1QPU5PuhI/AAAAAAAABhk/_rzFzu9ltls/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHA8YBCvkm0/TY1QPU5PuhI/AAAAAAAABhk/_rzFzu9ltls/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588210936873728530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell Wouldnt wanna be anybody else. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-6813412552827963538?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6813412552827963538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6813412552827963538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6813412552827963538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6813412552827963538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/ya-estoy-de-vuelta.html' title='Ya estoy de vuelta.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHA8YBCvkm0/TY1QPU5PuhI/AAAAAAAABhk/_rzFzu9ltls/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-398491182976620376</id><published>2011-03-10T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:43:14.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Tinkerbell?</title><content type='html'>Currently, Tinkerbell turned her M.I.A mode on. Don't kno what's&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A, Google it. (will be back with updates. Stay tuned.) *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-398491182976620376?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/398491182976620376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=398491182976620376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/398491182976620376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/398491182976620376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/wheres-tinkerbell.html' title='Where&apos;s Tinkerbell?'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7962919866787582975</id><published>2011-02-27T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:56:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now every February, you'll be my valentine, Valentine."&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;Familiar with this line? i bet you are. So, February's coming to&lt;br /&gt;an end. In which i don't really like it because, its drawing me so&lt;br /&gt;close to STPM exam and hard month number three is coming so&lt;br /&gt;soon. In just a day's time. Sigh. I screwed pre-monthly test and&lt;br /&gt;actually did a lil' swearing that everything will be better in the&lt;br /&gt;official monthly test which is on, 2nd till 4th of March. And, 4th&lt;br /&gt;of March will be my MUET (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysian University English Test, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is quite killing actually&lt;/span&gt;.) Trial test. Guess what? i did no&lt;br /&gt;preparations at all for it.  Oh gosh. I wonder what Band i'll be&lt;br /&gt;getting this time. i better don't wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty suffocating when your pre-test is this week and the&lt;br /&gt;official test is a week after. And in between that pre-test week and&lt;br /&gt;official test week, there's many assignments, presentations, bickers,&lt;br /&gt;miscommunications, and blah! Sigh.. I've never been in this shoe&lt;br /&gt;ever before and this is the first time experiencing it. Its hard.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is stressing like hell and when this assignments and&lt;br /&gt;presentations are meant to be a group work, the Leader is a Dead&lt;br /&gt;Meat. When the entire group member dont cooperate, throwing&lt;br /&gt;every single ass job to the leader, make the leader look more like&lt;br /&gt;a culprit (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the biggest and evilest culprit in fact.&lt;/span&gt;) and BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;She'll explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, I was the leader. "What an asslicious job." i thought.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping debts, resting debts, homework debts, meal debts. and when&lt;br /&gt;all these "debts" grow like a heap, you're dead i tell you. You're DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;But, its alright. Its actually a messenger from above. God wanna train&lt;br /&gt;a tougher inner me. i kno that and i cant deny that. God wanna make&lt;br /&gt;me a better person. Yeah. I kno. Thanks Lord. But Devil on the other&lt;br /&gt;hand is laughing, giggling happily over my hard work and try his very&lt;br /&gt;evil best to insert negative thoughts in my mind and even messed up&lt;br /&gt;everything in there since im physically and emotionally down. But still,&lt;br /&gt;he find it not fun enough that he insert more and more negative things&lt;br /&gt;in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look at the bright side of every Darkness you confront."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my own quote. Im proud enough that my cousin brother uses&lt;br /&gt;my quote as his favourite quote in his Facebook info Page. I'll try my&lt;br /&gt;very best to fit myself in this quote of mine and live it. Darkness, i'll&lt;br /&gt;defeat you someday. In another nine more months, i'll be freed from&lt;br /&gt;your chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its not easy, but its not impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord's Great,&lt;br /&gt;Peiyee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7962919866787582975?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7962919866787582975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7962919866787582975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7962919866787582975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7962919866787582975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-over.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Over.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5783272083199607996</id><published>2011-01-31T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:07:40.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONG XI, GONG XI!</title><content type='html'>Hard week's over. I thanked God for making days to pass me by &lt;div&gt;fast enough. Teachers gave us quite number of homeworks to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done during cny. but i think most of us wont be doing it during &lt;div&gt;cny but before cny. I think i put down some weight again. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no idea. alright. updates about last Cross Country day. It was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not awesome but gruesome. there's scoldings, tears and blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many fainted as our brilliant sports teacher wants as in insisted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more people to run on the day and less st john members to duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brilliant, i tell you. Uncountable number of girls fainted and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's only few members stayed in the school to perform their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duty including me myself. The entire situation was really as bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as hell that i myself gained blue blacks over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just couldnt understand what's exactly in that sports teacher's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head that she made an request to the Principal to limit the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;number of st john members to duty and results in, us (the st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;john members) get scolding and lots more on the day. I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been performing my duty as a first aider of 6 years in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same school excluding this year and this is the first year i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;experienced something so ugly that happened. The school got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very demanding in things like medicines and on, when they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;already kno that we ( the St. Johns of RPS division) got no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough income to buy those medicines and stuffs. And the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugliest truth is that, we dont even have an ice box. We &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually use to have one but due to something, it gone missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lucky us, our new st john's teacher advisor borrowed us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brilliant thing is, we dont have enough money to buy all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those medicine supplements, the teacher gave us only RM30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to update the entire empty first aid kit! I told the teacher to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claim it from the people sitting in the office but according to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the office's clerk, we have to do paper works in which it is as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thick as an encyclopedia and all those paper works only worth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RM30/40! now, you say What the hell! I've got no more idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to ask money from my parents in a more proper manner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in which i actually convinced them to sponsor one of those kits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did and thanked Above! Everything was done too late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the teachers in charged are very extremely slow that i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to wait till the day before the cross country to get the list of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;checkpoints and so on. Tbh, she is not experienced but she's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helpful. Im glad she is. But, the thing is, she's stubborn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She dont listens to me but rationally, i think its right that a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacher should not be listening to her students. RIGHT? but, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it comes to this shoe, she definitely is Wrong! She's not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helping us but putting us in trouble instead! Since im the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in charged of the almost everything regarding this whole damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;st john duty thing, so i was the one to blame and i was the darn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Culprit when the school and the teacher and controlling us like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL! Conclusion, No money, No members, No experienced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacher and i have to say NO common sense school!!! Due to not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough members on duty, me and the other friend of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worked like hell on the day. we ran almost the entire school to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nurse" those injured girls. And the funniest part is, i almost got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sued from the sports teacher. I got scolded by her just because i came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late to "nurse" the girl of her favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant stand her scoldings in front of thousand pair of eyes that i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ran straight into the room and weep. i cant understand as in i cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get it why. Was i the one to blame when the whole damn idea of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;limiting the number of members on duty was her? Was i the one to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blame when i already am working like hell on the day? Was i really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one the blame should cast to? FUCK! After enough weeping, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came out and continue "nursing" those injured girls. After &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything's over, i took the opportunity of the prize giving ceremony &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to talk to all my juniors, teach them, and tell them about my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;experience today and make sure they wont walk the path i did. I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasnt strong enough to hold the tears and how i wished there was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone stronger than me, telling me not to cry and speak words of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wisdom to me. but, there was none. only 20 pair of eyes looking at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me filled with understanding. Im glad that they understand what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was trying to tell them. It was bad. really bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition right after the day. Its tiring that the sir can even notice the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiredness in me. and he goes, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pei Yee, what's wrong with you? Why had your eyes gone so &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;small? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember you have big beautiful eyes. Are you sick? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him about the day and lucky that he didnt question me so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much for im dead tired. That was the day and its the worst cross &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;country experience ever to me. But i kno life's journey is never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smooth going. And i got to be strong enough face it. Thank Lord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the spirit and the strength. Lastly, HAPPY CHINESE RABBIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE, PEOPLE!! Have a blast!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise Lord, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5783272083199607996?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5783272083199607996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5783272083199607996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5783272083199607996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5783272083199607996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/gong-xi-gong-xi.html' title='GONG XI, GONG XI!'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8811182909823420215</id><published>2011-01-22T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:45:58.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big initial S,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TTq6YrdaFgI/AAAAAAAABgs/gBCnzdGt_hw/s1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TTq6YrdaFgI/AAAAAAAABgs/gBCnzdGt_hw/s400/s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564965222715364866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since i last mentioned about Scoliosis. Right?&lt;div&gt;its obvious enough that im mentioning it again, here, this blog, today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're given a choice. &lt;i&gt;To stay or to click on that 'x' button at the top&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;right hand corner of your window&lt;/i&gt;. alright? dont say that you're not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;given any. Im not taking anymore medication regarding to it, for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some reasons which im not going to let it out. I did lots of research&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on this, and found out that, there's many 'possible' (might be) way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cure it. But, studies proved that only by wearing brace and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surgery will help cure it. i found an article saying that yoga helps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did but it doesnt seems to show me any positive signs. fine. next,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another article says that us, (scoliosis patients) are given 3 choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;choice 1&lt;/i&gt;; do nothing. But only those who are having curvature &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;degree below 30 can do so. But for those who exceeds 30, are not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;advised to do so. And mine exceeds 30. Great!!&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;choice 2&lt;/i&gt;; wear a brace. Its a wait-to-see-results where doctors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant 100% guarantee their patients that they will fully recovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, what do you think, Dear Readers? Positive : if it really cures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then great. Negative : what if it didnt? Oh, FINE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;choice 3&lt;/i&gt;; Surgery. where the patient will got to be bed ridden for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;few darn months, NO vigorous exercises, where the body posture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should remain stiff and the percentage of recovering is high too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds good, aye? BUT, some are fairly bad in which, it might &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for certain people under certain conditions) be cancerous. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might be. So, a tick or a cross?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still dont get a clear idea of why scoliosis will only affects girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ten times more than boys. sigh. then, i wanna be a boy and not a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl. If you're a girl, you'll understands how i feel. but if you're a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy, you have &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; fucking clue. yeah, many convinced me to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more on the positive note. Optimistic. But, if you're in my ass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoe, will you be one? Yes. No. im trying every single day to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strong, dont cry, think about it no more and yeah. I somehow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;succeed. But, this will never and wont last long. Right? probably,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year and also next year, will be the last year for me to put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my favourite clothes, pretty dresses and if miracles dont &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happen, after next year, you'll be seeing me in those big baggy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guy tees, hunching perhaps till you cant even recognise my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking face. owh. Nightmare, isnt? i kno that im not the only girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the world who are broken now with this prob. But, it pretty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurts deep in here whenever, wherever, whoever who mentioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it, or come across with it. you wont kno how it feels like. you wont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause, you aint me, you AINT me. Dear haters, you must be on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;top of the world am i right? to see me in such a condition where im &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;torn, broken, shattered emotionally and physically. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never try to cheer me up by calling me names like, Pretty lady, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful, gorgeous, and all those names that an ordinary girl would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like to hear. But, never on me. Cause, its FUCKING insulting you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dick head!!! if you're angry after reading this post, you're a pain in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ass. A pure pain in the ass. If you feel sad after reading, you're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord's child. If you sympathize me after reading it, let me tell you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what, thanks for your sympathy but, I DONT NEED IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise Lord, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peiyee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8811182909823420215?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8811182909823420215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8811182909823420215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8811182909823420215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8811182909823420215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-initial-s.html' title='Big initial S,'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TTq6YrdaFgI/AAAAAAAABgs/gBCnzdGt_hw/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7437605144692698388</id><published>2011-01-20T16:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:05:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me</title><content type='html'>When Im dead, My Dearest, &lt;div&gt;Sing no sad song for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring no red roses for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cry no tears for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend no lonely nights for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mourn no grey days for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me, when im gone away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone far away into the silent land-the darkest world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me, when you can no more hold me by the hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor, i half turn to get; yet the turning stay-to kiss you goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me, when you see me no more day by day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you tell me of our future that you planned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only remember me, dear; you'll understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will be too late for you to counsel me-your last prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will be too late for you to counsel me, your last farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, if you should forget me for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, afterwards remember me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For, the darkness should be upon me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vestige by far that you should forget me and smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than that you should forget me and be sad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;signing out;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7437605144692698388?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7437605144692698388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7437605144692698388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7437605144692698388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7437605144692698388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/remember-me.html' title='Remember me'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7554609343816755610</id><published>2011-01-10T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:53:30.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong, updates.</title><content type='html'>School means nerday. and its the last year for me to "enjoy" the&lt;div&gt;nerdyness. Noticed quite a number of change in the school and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realizes that its nice. AHAHAHAHs. first time ever in my life, aye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schedule is all time tight, pack. Reminds me of those days in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Form5. sweet. i miss it. Miss every single moment then. :) 29th &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of January is my school's cross country day. will be very busy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then. i kno. and one more thing, CNY is just 23 days away! People!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; twenty three&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days away! im excited to, yeah. as usual. CNY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shopping. HEEHEEHEE. Alright, time up peeps. Time for me to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;re-dork with the book. Adious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fyi, the blogger looks like a walking zombie with Panda's eyes. Cute much? *laughs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7554609343816755610?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7554609343816755610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7554609343816755610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7554609343816755610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7554609343816755610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/ding-dong-updates.html' title='Ding Dong, updates.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-362082354142988753</id><published>2010-12-31T11:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:23:06.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry part, December.</title><content type='html'>Oh well. Its the last day of 2010. Many things had happened this &lt;div&gt;year. the bad, the goods. some makes me regret but some makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me feel so lucky and great. awesome. :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1RwSjmmOI/AAAAAAAABe8/Hp_0G6tiOu8/s400/75.bmp" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687405301799138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1RwiEBnHI/AAAAAAAABfM/-qyZJO1iiFg/s1600/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jan-April, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1RwbakVsI/AAAAAAAABfE/nOreK2iYMVw/s400/77.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687407679821506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1Rw5iGD4I/AAAAAAAABfc/L2oEicPAVwc/s400/pink2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687415764455298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June, 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1RwiEBnHI/AAAAAAAABfM/-qyZJO1iiFg/s400/pink.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687409464319090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1RwSjmmOI/AAAAAAAABe8/Hp_0G6tiOu8/s1600/75.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1Rwiy_HSI/AAAAAAAABfU/eN1ucK7ckKg/s400/black.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687409661287714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1WRGk3YiI/AAAAAAAABgU/CDXT5QCChVo/s400/white.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556692367068062242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September, 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1T4h36xoI/AAAAAAAABfs/2U1JIHj5xxI/s400/Yeexz022.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689745875748482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October, 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1T5ZIrsyI/AAAAAAAABf8/capNe3flBdM/s400/DSC08451.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689760710013730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1T46TuJbI/AAAAAAAABf0/36f8uV1LPGI/s400/DSC08859.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689752434812338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1T5th6zcI/AAAAAAAABgE/73VyG06mTV8/s400/DSC09163.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556689766184570306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 2010. Notice that i've gone from shorter hairdo to long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hair. :) Next year will be longer i guess. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1Xdokcl3I/AAAAAAAABgc/VU95xjoqosc/s400/13.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556693681863169906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you, my other half. :) 5th, 6th November, 24th, 26th December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1Xd2NNc3I/AAAAAAAABgk/xqeW1J3sQ5g/s400/68.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556693685523805042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, Wishing everyone out there a Happy New Year!!!! and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless!!! :)))) &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;Merry meet, merry part and merry meet again December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-362082354142988753?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/362082354142988753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=362082354142988753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/362082354142988753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/362082354142988753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-part-december.html' title='Merry part, December.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TR1RwSjmmOI/AAAAAAAABe8/Hp_0G6tiOu8/s72-c/75.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6025426290833091296</id><published>2010-12-26T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:44:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry day after Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;26th December 2010. Its a great, awesome day for me. :) Not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to say much just, Merry Berry Christmas people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-09MV_eI/AAAAAAAABds/fGtuTQDScsg/s1600/100.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-09MV_eI/AAAAAAAABds/fGtuTQDScsg/s400/100.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556314751024627170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favourite month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0uhiNOI/AAAAAAAABdk/t1W4m8puYNI/s1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0uhiNOI/AAAAAAAABdk/t1W4m8puYNI/s400/88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556314747086976226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0uhiNOI/AAAAAAAABdk/t1W4m8puYNI/s1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favourite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0YPvX5I/AAAAAAAABdc/34O_Kbs7JWw/s1600/85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0YPvX5I/AAAAAAAABdc/34O_Kbs7JWw/s400/85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556314741106761618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0YPvX5I/AAAAAAAABdc/34O_Kbs7JWw/s1600/85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;representation of a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0F1H1LI/AAAAAAAABdU/pAXtbKl--Zk/s1600/83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0F1H1LI/AAAAAAAABdU/pAXtbKl--Zk/s400/83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556314736163280050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-0F1H1LI/AAAAAAAABdU/pAXtbKl--Zk/s1600/83.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-zhnbCEI/AAAAAAAABdM/bWE-Fu8owEI/s400/50.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556314726442141762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv_ksacmSI/AAAAAAAABd0/EH2gNpx_OPc/s400/95.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556315571154098466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot the Initial, sweetness. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-6025426290833091296?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6025426290833091296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6025426290833091296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6025426290833091296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6025426290833091296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-day-after-christmas.html' title='Merry day after Christmas'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TRv-09MV_eI/AAAAAAAABds/fGtuTQDScsg/s72-c/100.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7125204659524828928</id><published>2010-12-13T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:39:32.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im feeling so ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can do better - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will drink as much Limoncello as i can ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Runaway - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I just wanna scream and lose control, throw my hands up and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;let it do, forget about everything and runaway, yeah."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best damn thing - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And yeah yeah yeah im a lot to handle, you dont kno trouble but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;im a hell of a scandal, Me im a scene im a drama queen ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone - Avirl Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I've never felt this way before ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything back but you - Avril Lavigne &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hey hey psycho babe ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Innocence - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Its the state of bliss you think you're dreaming ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of those girls - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"she's one of those girls nothing but troubles, just one look and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'll be seeing double ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep holding on - Avirl Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's nothing you can say, nothing you can do, there's no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;other way when it comes to the truth ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get over it - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... You already gonna get me mad ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont tell me - Avril lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Did i not tell i you that im not like that girls the one who gives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;it all away ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody's home - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I couldnt tell ypu, why she felt that way, she felt it everyday"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall to pieces - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... Wanna know what is real, I wanna know everything,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything ... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, im just tryna be more &lt;b&gt;optimistic&lt;/b&gt; so the last song, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Who knows what could happen do what you do just keep on &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;laughing, one things true, there's always a brand new day ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7125204659524828928?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7125204659524828928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7125204659524828928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7125204659524828928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7125204659524828928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-feeling-so.html' title='Im feeling so ...'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7310480397321498655</id><published>2010-12-12T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:44:05.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ripping me inside out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TQTtmBtmSgI/AAAAAAAABdA/-jnCQlPvsXo/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TQTtmBtmSgI/AAAAAAAABdA/-jnCQlPvsXo/s400/05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549821878377794050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TQTtmBtmSgI/AAAAAAAABdA/-jnCQlPvsXo/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those blue blacks are still visible on both my knees and hands.&lt;div&gt;i dont like them, and i bet they dont like me neither. Instead of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gaining weight, im losing it. Another 2 Kg's lost in just 2 weeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time. I look more like a walking skeleton than a human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. I think i really need me some time to breathe or not a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psychiatrist and a counselor. I thought that the hols would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the balm to the wound but it didnt. Instead, it got deeper and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deeper. I thought things would be better when time goes by but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didnt. Not at all. Please, Lord. I hope you'll hear my prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i were given extra strength to overcome all this hard and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bold circumstances. I dont wanna cry anymore. I dont want to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kneel at the corner of my room, with hands covering my tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soaked face. i dont want them. The more this is happening, the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more i visits silence and alcohol fer help. Im tired. In fact, very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired. Exhausted would be a better word. Why wont the scar in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart heal? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;It wont unless you heal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8735633921626105048-7310480397321498655?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7310480397321498655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7310480397321498655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7310480397321498655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7310480397321498655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-ripping-me-inside-out.html' title='Its ripping me inside out.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TQTtmBtmSgI/AAAAAAAABdA/-jnCQlPvsXo/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-3743266748659082085</id><published>2010-12-08T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:43:22.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, tears, grief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TP8EAXH7hEI/AAAAAAAABc4/d1JEaYPAJgA/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TP8EAXH7hEI/AAAAAAAABc4/d1JEaYPAJgA/s400/28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548157670197527618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i thought of it, i fall on my knees and cried. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must Darkness cause me so much pain, so much tears, so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much griefs? Why? When this post is published, i might or will be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;receiving text messages or maybe comments or private message &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Facebook telling me to be hold on and be strong. But, how many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a times must i be that? Cant it end? Isit so hard for Darkness to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do so? Why not just finish me off or else i will finish you off! But, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant do so. i just cant. you arent me and you wont understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words and names that im describing here. I simply didnt make it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;explicitly clear for you, Readers. There are times i think to myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in order of me stopping all this emo posts either in my Facebook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wall post or maybe Blogger, i need a counselor. Yeah, a god damn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;counselor. Or maybe i dont need one. sigh. i kno there're many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunate people compared to me. but, this Blog here, belongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me. Yeah, me. So, if you dont really like reading emo stuffs and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hell in the basket all time, you can kindly press that red botton at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the top right had side corner and Back off. Once again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BACK OFF DARKNESS AND YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-3743266748659082085?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3743266748659082085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=3743266748659082085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3743266748659082085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3743266748659082085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/pain-tears-grief.html' title='Pain, tears, grief.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TP8EAXH7hEI/AAAAAAAABc4/d1JEaYPAJgA/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2263115288567907048</id><published>2010-12-04T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:55:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday. the day when i officially turn &lt;i&gt;eighteen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing much. 5 friend wished me thru text msg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a few more thru Fb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as usual, no celebrations just &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngYS2CGhI/AAAAAAAABcw/KwDBXg46nP0/s400/DSC08882.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711124063427090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngX4Ev5cI/AAAAAAAABco/fNO_YJJegzY/s1600/DSC08879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngX4Ev5cI/AAAAAAAABco/fNO_YJJegzY/s400/DSC08879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711116877391298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Books that Dad bought me fer my 18th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngXZFFNEI/AAAAAAAABcg/4lZkeoRD1Hw/s1600/DSC08875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngXZFFNEI/AAAAAAAABcg/4lZkeoRD1Hw/s400/DSC08875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711108557288514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The number of novels are growing, you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngW6vlEnI/AAAAAAAABcY/uLOh7IQOl0U/s1600/DSC08873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngW6vlEnI/AAAAAAAABcY/uLOh7IQOl0U/s400/DSC08873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711100414038642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngWHwTEdI/AAAAAAAABcQ/sYTHtIWlOGg/s1600/DSC08872.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngWHwTEdI/AAAAAAAABcQ/sYTHtIWlOGg/s1600/DSC08872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngWHwTEdI/AAAAAAAABcQ/sYTHtIWlOGg/s400/DSC08872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546711086726844882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this cute pink backpack was from one of my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;neighborhood &amp;amp; childhood bff. We lost contact ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since the age of 12 till this year. Till we met again this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; year and we became closer almost like sisters who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; share our silly jokes, laughter, and most of all, our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never ending stories. I was shocked to death when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she handed me a big parcel when i reach home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so close to tears that i can even feel the burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sensation in my eyes. I blinked hard, thanked her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ran into the house. This was the only present &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've ever receive that was this big and was from a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend. It was so not suprise that she was the only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friend among all my friends who gave me present this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;year. Fyi, she's younger than me by 3 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, her birthday is coming up next and i swear i'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get her something that will shock her soul. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the second year of me receiving presents for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my birthday. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Forgive me if i do exaggerate much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2263115288567907048?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2263115288567907048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2263115288567907048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2263115288567907048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2263115288567907048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/legal-eighteen.html' title='Legal eighteen'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TPngYS2CGhI/AAAAAAAABcw/KwDBXg46nP0/s72-c/DSC08882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8410605140922786904</id><published>2010-12-03T09:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:22:41.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry meet, December.</title><content type='html'>December. The month that i hated as much as i love it. The month &lt;div&gt;where rain pours more than any other months do, where snow falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;covering every single thing on earth in the four seasoned countries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every evening, here in my little hometown ipoh, it rains. making &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the entire environment to be so cold and damp. Its the perfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to hibernate actually.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Im &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty sure this line is familiar to all. Its the line from one of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well known Christmas song entittled, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jingle Bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; that song echoed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my head. I hear it almost every where i go. Telling me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is drawing near but the day whereby im legally eighteen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is even nearer. 3rd December..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kno this day would come. It didnt come too soon nor too late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead it comes like any other ordinary days. When i woke up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning, it was damp. so damp that im pretty sure that it  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rained last night. I didnt stay in bed for long. As soon as i heard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the alarm clock rings, i quickly got up and cleaned myself. I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember it was only 0700 hour. Unlike other birthday i had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before this, i didnt put on something pink. Instead, Black. The &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;color black, represents bad, sad, gloomy things to all. I use to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was a stereotype like that thinking that Black represents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those negative things but that thought dies now. Not that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've immersed myself into the pool of Darkness, its just the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;point of view i once have, had now changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a Lazo Diamond fair in Ipo Parade and mum bought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something from there last night. I've never landed my eyes in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those beautiful yet expensive jewels instead i made my way to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popular to look for novels. i went alone. with no company beside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me. Just strolling with my old pair of jeans and a tee. It was cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i simply let down my hair. Parade. The place where i once &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love but now hate. Placefull of wanna-be's, people who think big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about themselves like, oh-im-sucha-pretty-queen. I just dont &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like it. went over to the non fiction corner where i can find loads &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of novels that i've longed craved for. I didnt plan to buy any of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them but its a habit of mine, holding the book as if its mine, settle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down somewhere in Popular and read it. (Im no bookworm. Its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just, who the hell hates novels?) finally, Fallen book released&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its second book called Torment. The cover was so deliciously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful that i cant stop my fingers from grabbing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That very sudden, Darkness stopped me. It says fiction books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are way better than non fictions. I have no choice but to place back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Torment book back to where it belongs. I feel like screaming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yelling, crying like a toddler who cries for her pacifier. Its not that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im mad because Darkness stopped me from gawking and buying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the book but ... My inner babble line dies there. I feel like crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at how happy other girls of my age was buying whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they need or want for themselves. Hatred and anger awaits within &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me. Im pretty sure I'll have to confront Darkness again when im&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home. I strolled in Popular from one section to another till i see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father. Dad. He handed me the books that i wanted so much to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make it mine and a note on it. His hand gestures leads me to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cashier. I didnt kno what to say or how should i react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got all the payments and rebates done, and hurried back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ground floor where the Lazo Diamond fair was held. Darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw me with the books and shoot me a dagger like look. i remain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silent and pulled my gaze away from her. Darkness was much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happier when dad agrees to buy that pair of earrings for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got it packed and went home. It was an awkward silence in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;car between me, mum, and dad. Reached home and Dad told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that those books are for my eighteenth birthday. which means it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was my Birthday present. i smiled, thanked him and hurried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into my studyroom. I didnt show any of my happiness for i kno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkness fed on happiness. I kept the books into the cupboard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hurried to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize i was sitting on the sofa having flashbacks of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I instantly did all the house work i was supposed to do and i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wished myself, &lt;i&gt;Happy Eighteenth Birthday&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pressed Published Post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8410605140922786904?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8410605140922786904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8410605140922786904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8410605140922786904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8410605140922786904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-meet-december.html' title='Merry meet, December.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8869265024047363563</id><published>2010-11-23T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:18:51.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dont like this feeling here. Where i dont even kno what does it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;feels like. it seems to feel like im alone and foreign to this entire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wide world. i've tried being optimistic but yeah, failed. I wanted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to talk to someone but when i browse thru my phone book, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;realized that i got noone, but except fer you. i begin to ponder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;should i press on that green button or ... ? i placed my cellphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on the table instead. Darkness. I hear it. It made me cried like a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sick peddo. Even in tuition. Beings in the tuition thought i've &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;broken up with my boy. but, they are wrong. As the teacher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;start teaching, tears start pouring down and i couldnt help &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;myself but sobbed silently. I sent a silent prayer to above, hoping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that i'll be given strength to carry on. I havent any slightest idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;of why i cant be in good terms with Darkness as Light and Dark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;had always be in equilibrium. It must be balanced. But why cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Darkness and i do so? wonders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd rather be hurt physically than emotionally. Darkness, i hope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you'll hear my plea. End everything and make peace with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least not whole but a part of it. Pages of diary had swollen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with words on it and i have nowhere else to confess. But i was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lucky enough that there's an existence of Blogger. Its end year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;break now ever since the 20th of November. Im glad that its &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the longest hols thruout the year. And school will reopens on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3rd of January next year and i wonder how am i suppose to fit in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that school again. Just dont like anything there. nothing. at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fall. I am falling again. This time even deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8869265024047363563?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8869265024047363563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8869265024047363563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8869265024047363563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8869265024047363563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/fb.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5492409122568190973</id><published>2010-11-17T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:19:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prerogative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TONN5gvFg2I/AAAAAAAABcI/aOb1UgjS8Dw/s1600/alcohol.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TONN5gvFg2I/AAAAAAAABcI/aOb1UgjS8Dw/s400/alcohol.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540357617031152482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many a times i've come across this situation. where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people around me which definitely includes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my family told me to stop. But, its just too tempting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and addictive to me. I Just Cant Stop. Back off if you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sick of me drinking. You're so welcomed to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drinking doesn't mean im bad, evil, or all those bunch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of no good. So, mind your words and your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blardy business. Thank You, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;scusa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TONN43mCfqI/AAAAAAAABbw/5bogUrDYHIU/s1600/DSC08594.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TONN43mCfqI/AAAAAAAABbw/5bogUrDYHIU/s1600/DSC08594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TONN43mCfqI/AAAAAAAABbw/5bogUrDYHIU/s400/DSC08594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540357605987352226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this in Penang. Its printed on a black &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guy shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Currently listening to ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stranger - Hilary Duff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Disaster - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heartbeat - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XO, P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5492409122568190973?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5492409122568190973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5492409122568190973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5492409122568190973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5492409122568190973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-prerogative.html' title='My Prerogative'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TONN5gvFg2I/AAAAAAAABcI/aOb1UgjS8Dw/s72-c/alcohol.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4166067996617275024</id><published>2010-11-16T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:48:15.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>3rd December. The day i was introduced to a world known as earth&lt;div&gt;by human beings. Every single year when this day comes, i dont &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel any happier. Miserable instead. Unlike other kids, i wont be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing candles, cakes, presents, beautiful decorations, blah. real as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth, i dont. I wont be able to see those so dont call me an Emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It passes me by like any other ordinary day does. Parents dont &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really encourage birthday celebration to be celebrated. So every &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;year when this day comes, i'll probably put on something pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the color my soul craves for. and every single year, there'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always be something bad, something dark, something i dont want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to kno, something i dont want to hear and something i dont want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see. I'd call it Darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkness haunts me every 3rd December. It yells at me, nags me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave me words as sharp as blades, it feeds on my happiness. It &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeps feeding and feeding and feeding. And when the last drop of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness was being sucked out, Darkness left me crying, bleeding, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dying. It promises to come every 3rd December that i sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish that there's no number3 in the month of December. Life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;becomes colder and colder each day. It seems like winter to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventho it was midday. I feel like screaming, yelling, crying but i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant. I seek silence and alcohol for help. And we somehow liked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each other and became best friends. It was then it became my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best medicine, cure and remedy. Each time after Darkness visits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, i'll confront it and seek for my best friends next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hated the way Darkness fed from my happiness, yells at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, nags at me, gave me words, call me names, inject pain into me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;replacing happiness, .....  My medicine, my cure, my remedy fixes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me all the time when im down, exhausted, pain. Silence. It fixes my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every shattered pieces of me and rejoin them back perfectlyy,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flawlessly. Alcohol. It soothes my shattered soul and let me sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in peace, just free thoughts sleep. Sweet. It really does. counting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the days till i will have to confront Darkness again. 17days away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its near. Very near. Im afraid of Darkness no more. I have been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confronting it too many a times. Everyday in fact. Every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Light, i request for your warmth, love, happiness and protection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4166067996617275024?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4166067996617275024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4166067996617275024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4166067996617275024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4166067996617275024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/heartbeat.html' title='Heartbeat'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4768831542065239818</id><published>2010-11-10T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:48:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASWY, Heart.</title><content type='html'>Many things had happened in just one day. Yeah baby. That one &lt;div&gt;day made my heart skipped a few beats. and yeah, i had FUN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear readers, updates about my &lt;i&gt;Penang trip&lt;/i&gt; will not be posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kindly View my Facebook profile to take a look at those pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. Back to school story. Its so not awesome to kno that you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;receiving test papers when you gotta go to school. But, no choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Got up in the morning. Got myself cleaned, ate breakfast, text &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bit, and head to school. Bloody pain in the ass assembly as usual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and god damn long lectures from school Principal. Got in that classful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of nerd herds and dork. Dorked with my House of Night novel. Then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teachers start entering which means the bloody stucked up tape &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recorder had turned itself On. Suck? isnt it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People might think that i've lost my mind when i told some of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about it. But, i dont mind what others thinks. I dont care. and i dont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking give a damn. what really matters is that how you treat it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how you act upon it. I hope you wont mind me and my words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes. Im glad that you're not like any of them. Instead you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much different. Full of the tenderness that i needed, all the care and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the understanding. I hope this time, it will last. not like the ones that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i use to have, the bad ones in which i've kept it all in a box, sealed it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dump it into the closet and never want to remember any of it. And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i call it &lt;i&gt;History&lt;/i&gt;. I hope you'll never open up the &lt;i&gt;History&lt;/i&gt; and set them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free. Instead, bury it and create new &lt;i&gt;History&lt;/i&gt;. Just to let you kno, i'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always have your back and dont hesitate to reach out fer me, Heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The song is A Year Without Rain, sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4768831542065239818?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4768831542065239818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4768831542065239818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4768831542065239818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4768831542065239818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/aswy-heart.html' title='ASWY, Heart.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8946137383692320554</id><published>2010-11-02T17:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:49:45.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jello Dear Readers. I've been away for some time leaving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bloggie dead temporarily. Have been superb busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i skipped school. In case you dont kno, And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i've mentioned in my previous post, im all busy with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;i&gt;Halloween party bash&lt;/i&gt;. and since im one of the exco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that means work time! I was chosen to be in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;full charge of the decorations and stuffs like that. I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took all the troubles to finish up all the decorations in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only 3 days time. plusss, im also the emcee of the day and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no doubt i got to prepare my speech and blah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasnt easy at all doing those decorations. and i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just so worry that the deco's that i made arent enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to fill up the entire hall space. So now, picture time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;31st October 2010, Sunday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ffTWLNkI/AAAAAAAABZY/e9ZSRcHIWis/s1600/Yeexz014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ewnZmx9I/AAAAAAAABYo/5LIjSHYag20/s400/2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534887393853097938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click on the picture for a clearer view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ewLzJo8I/AAAAAAAABYg/SIt4hQTenMQ/s400/0.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534887386444047298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coffins. Took me the entire day long to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_fehKSEmI/AAAAAAAABZI/6exVRM8ZO24/s400/Yeexz011.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888182452195938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i used watercolor to paint the ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ewrb0JxI/AAAAAAAABYw/r9hrJa7Ynfg/s400/3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534887394936104722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... pumpkins bumpkinss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_exDgRvpI/AAAAAAAABZA/jRR0Sc9RP1c/s400/Yeexz009.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534887401397272210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ignore the pair of legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ew1LWt0I/AAAAAAAABY4/BNnF-FxtgLo/s400/Yeexz008.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534887397551421250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, i did spiders. 8 of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ffkwY0RI/AAAAAAAABZg/wHFnN4rxXYg/s400/Yeexz015.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888200597197074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how it looks like when bumpkins have hairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on 'em. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ffTWLNkI/AAAAAAAABZY/e9ZSRcHIWis/s400/Yeexz014.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888195923850818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the decorations on the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_fe9mJWKI/AAAAAAAABZQ/G71fypESnLI/s400/Yeexz012.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888190085257378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the entrance deco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_hFHYtmFI/AAAAAAAABaY/hOWWQXCUugo/s400/mpp+exco.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534889945059924050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MPP 2010/2011 EXCO members. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left : President, vice president, Exco's etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_gInXgb0I/AAAAAAAABaA/oCayTvSakWU/s400/tyra+and+me.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888905672781634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Emcee's for the day. (Yours Truly is number ninty six)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_gIkYf94I/AAAAAAAABZ4/MI85x8_I1Z0/s400/mpp.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888904871638914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing time. (people havent gone wild yet.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ff1XW_OI/AAAAAAAABZo/Bh9O6IwV36o/s400/emcee.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888205055622370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Previous MPP President year 2009/2010 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yours truly. I wasnt in the mood that time due &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to some sort of problem that suddenly arose out of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nowhere. But i didnt let it get over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God that i manage to control it and didnt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;show it while emceeing. Speaking about emceeing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i suck in that. Did some pretty obvious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mistake while babbling but was lucky enough to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get it covered. Fuhh~ The entire halloween &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;party started @ 2 but the Exco members went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;early to do some early preparations and it ends @ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around 6. I didnt get the chance to eat much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause of sudden mood change and i was the emcee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so doubt that i ate a lil'. Thanks to Sharon to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grab me some food and Thanks to Chou Yuen a.k.a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bumpkin fer bringing me orange juice. If &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they arent there, i might starve/thirst to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End part was nice. I meant the Open Floor Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. There is open floor dance but the beings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didnt really know how to enjoy the music and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dance, of course. Most of them left early and some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stood there watching us dance. Its been a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;real long time since i last danced like a wild girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i grab this opportunity to really put my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hands up and dance without caring who &amp;amp; whats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around me. It was brilliant that a couple of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friends, seniors joined. It was FUN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We shake, shake, shake to the MAX! :DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ewnZmx9I/AAAAAAAABYo/5LIjSHYag20/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_gJGmqzLI/AAAAAAAABaQ/V7FvHRs9dko/s400/Yeexz021.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888914057874610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;c;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_gIwwkeYI/AAAAAAAABaI/czPTKXumq9k/s400/Yeexz018.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534888908193823106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home at last. I guess its time fer me to throw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every single thing behind and really sit back and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;read my novel and sleep a little bit of forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and go for travelling. Travelling. Tomorrow yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;truly will be off to one of her favourite spot in M'sia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thats, PENANG!! YEAHH BABY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, its shopping, beach time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XO, P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Your Voice is just like a steady presence to me. A voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;of calm in the storm that wipe away all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pain and misery of mine. I heart you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8946137383692320554?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8946137383692320554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8946137383692320554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8946137383692320554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8946137383692320554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessed-november.html' title='Blessed November'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TM_ewnZmx9I/AAAAAAAABYo/5LIjSHYag20/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8668306314098248612</id><published>2010-10-23T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:29:07.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babble Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was as &lt;i&gt;sick as hell&lt;/i&gt; for the past 5 days. Due to idk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reason. Maybe because of sleepless nights or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(who cares) i skipped two papers of mine in which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im now not very sure whether will i be allowed to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;resit those papers? (nevermind, doesnt matters.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday, 18th of October 2010&lt;/i&gt;. My first day of end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;year term test officially begins. It started off with the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most ugliest paper ever, Chemistry 2 which i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have to spend about 3 hours sitting on that hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wood chair answering and breaking my head for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the questions. Well, the paper start late, around 10.20am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i was very certain that i wasnt feeling as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well as others could be. and way before the paper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;started, i hyperventilated and that makes me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lie on the bed for 2 days. Yes, 2 Bloody days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2, &lt;i&gt;Tuesday, 19th of October&lt;/i&gt;. Im still takingg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my medications and i &lt;b&gt;cant&lt;/b&gt; even open my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum was so worried that she drove me to the town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;consult the doctor and got 2 injections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im not the kindof girl who's afraid of syringe and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stuffs like that. so, injection to me means, zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay peddo, day 2. I suppose to sit for my General &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paper 1&amp;amp;2 but i missed it. Boom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 3. Wednesday, 20th October 2010.&lt;/i&gt; well, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got kinda darn darn well after taking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those medicines and 2 extra injections (when others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have to inject one. but 2 fer me.) fer me. sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3 is the day where i have to sit for all my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUET papers. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Got missed again. Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and day 4, im fit enough to be in school and writing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exam papers of course. i suck thru out the papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for i didnt really touch the books. (you kno why.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mum didnt say anything more than this line, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Its Okay, you're sick." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so bad when i heard that. Why am i this bloody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sick when exam is so near like its tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TMI-RbShXVI/AAAAAAAABYY/R18Y0cLEWOk/s400/002.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531051761468530002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amount of medicines that I suppose to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TMI-RNgMaNI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ss_MKhy7cFY/s1600/Yeexz000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TMI-RNgMaNI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ss_MKhy7cFY/s1600/Yeexz000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TMI-RNgMaNI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ss_MKhy7cFY/s400/Yeexz000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531051757767780562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor hand. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've still got 3 more papers to end my end year term &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;test. sobx. each paper takes around 3 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People, its 3 hours. not 3 minutes! Gosh. Poor ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the &lt;i&gt;31st Of October 2010,&lt;/i&gt; mainly known as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween Day, my school's MPP(student's union) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be organizing a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween sixth form farewell Bash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Party.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Yes, its party time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess whose idea is it? HAHAH! Mine of course! sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a big big But - unfortunately, this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;party is held in the afternoon @ 2! wtf, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, one of the teacher advisor wants me to be the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emcee of the day. OHMYGOD. My biggest challenge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ever thruout this god damn big year! :s  Now that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; NERVOUS about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XO, P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TMI-RNgMaNI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ss_MKhy7cFY/s1600/Yeexz000.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TMI-RNgMaNI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Ss_MKhy7cFY/s1600/Yeexz000.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8668306314098248612?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8668306314098248612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8668306314098248612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8668306314098248612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8668306314098248612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/babble-time.html' title='Babble Time'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TMI-RbShXVI/AAAAAAAABYY/R18Y0cLEWOk/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2765659902548886340</id><published>2010-09-22T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:00:36.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Im back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TJntf7Bh1wI/AAAAAAAABXI/OYYX-S0XbkU/s1600/maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519703950995085058" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TJntf7Bh1wI/AAAAAAAABXI/OYYX-S0XbkU/s400/maggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TJntgGdme_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/_IbTN2bLZoQ/s1600/maggie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519703954065619954" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TJntgGdme_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/_IbTN2bLZoQ/s400/maggie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... her curves of course. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TJntgR_7irI/AAAAAAAABXY/TRlDlMyK-bc/s1600/maggie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519703957162396338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TJntgR_7irI/AAAAAAAABXY/TRlDlMyK-bc/s400/maggie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay people. I have been M.I.A for some time due to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not enough time. (what a reason.) well, nothing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so special happened lately. everything just the same as it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was. And yesterday was &lt;em&gt;catherine andrea ashiran gerard's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18&lt;/em&gt;th BIRTHDAYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wished her. gave her cards. gave her presents. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope she'll like it. and and and, you'll be superb curious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the reason why i uploaded 3 Maggie Q's picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right? HAHAHAH. (Story time) well, its like this. I went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out fer Movie with Jo @ JJ last last sunday and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his mum saw me. actually we did sit together and did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lil' talking and so that very next day, i received a text &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from Jo saying that, according to his mother, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do looks a lil' bit like Maggie Q. Mind you, its a LIL' BIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, a LIL' BIT. :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright. Its Time fer dinner already and so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye, Peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XO, Y. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2765659902548886340?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2765659902548886340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2765659902548886340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2765659902548886340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2765659902548886340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-im-back.html' title='Baby, Im back.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TJntf7Bh1wI/AAAAAAAABXI/OYYX-S0XbkU/s72-c/maggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2984103080026074501</id><published>2010-08-21T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T04:15:00.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk.</title><content type='html'>Here i am, sitting down, blogging again. (how lame. Its because of i cant&lt;br /&gt;think of a proper line to start the entire post. whatever. who cares.) its&lt;br /&gt;0400AM right now and i still cant place my head on that soft yet&lt;br /&gt;tempting pillow for there's tonnes of question running shot thru my&lt;br /&gt;headspace. I have been wondering whether have chosen the right path&lt;br /&gt;or im just another dorky "&lt;em&gt;obedient&lt;/em&gt;" daughter? well, i have to admit&lt;br /&gt;that i kinda regret (in fact, not kinda anymore.) now. I regret for landing&lt;br /&gt;my feets in Form6 and had forced myself so hard till now, today, this&lt;br /&gt;moment, this hour, this second. Everyday, i dont feel like going to school&lt;br /&gt;at all and thats the reason why i skipped school so often these days.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so heavy, tired, tensed up everyday when im going to school and&lt;br /&gt;back from school. I dont even kno the precise reason till i speaked to&lt;br /&gt;Hor Yan, deskmate. She explained to me so many things that i've never&lt;br /&gt;thought of as in, its out of my thinking box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kno that i shouldnt be doing like what she said that im doing but i just&lt;br /&gt;cant help it. I have got no choice. Yes, no choice at all except for carrying&lt;br /&gt;that heavy look and books to school and dork every single day. I still&lt;br /&gt;dont get it why some of my classmates could be so fresh every morning&lt;br /&gt;as tho as they had cleanse their spirit every single morning! I really dont&lt;br /&gt;get it why and i keep on making pretty assumptions like, they are a&lt;br /&gt;bunch of brainees and they studied less hours than i do and blahhh~&lt;br /&gt;Hor Yan keep reminding me that its not the matter of brilliant-ness-ess&lt;br /&gt;or whatever. its the matter of time management and that makes me go&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" Umm.. Maybe she's &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe im dealing with suckyyy&lt;br /&gt;time management. OR maybe a better word, Poor time management?&lt;br /&gt;(Gross, i hate to sound so formal.) i dont kno why i got that sudden&lt;br /&gt;urge, that i should stop my form6 and get my ass in just one of those&lt;br /&gt;colleges and begin my new life there. But, dad will definately tear that&lt;br /&gt;sudden urge of mine and make me a dork again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatasadstory, aint it? HAHAHAHAHs. Thats my thought for about&lt;br /&gt;10 hours ago. but now, i've changed my mind. (I kno, you're having&lt;br /&gt;that "&lt;em&gt;Im going to kill you, Pei yee&lt;/em&gt;" feeling right, Dear Readers?) ;DD&lt;br /&gt;I talked to one of my many GodBro's. And, he make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Better in a sense of Emotion, and yeah. thats it. Honestly, i really&lt;br /&gt;wish that someone will just simply hug me from my back and whisper&lt;br /&gt;those words of wisdom, telling me not to cry. But, too bad. Its just a&lt;br /&gt;wish. Went Zin Co' (the taylor shop, in case you dont kno.) to take my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; piece of &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sea blue coloured skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mum is smiling more than&lt;br /&gt;ever when i put that &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White collared blouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sea blue skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;coz. I purposely bold the word, Second because ITS THE SECOND&lt;br /&gt;PIECE MANN! THAT MEANS I WILL HAVE TO WEAR IT LIKE&lt;br /&gt;EVER-RY-DAY?! Gosh. Too bad, its a Yes, Pei Yee. Mum said that&lt;br /&gt;she'll make me wear that ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, EVER-RY-SING-GLE-DAY! starting from next week on. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Mama. You've been so GOOD to me lately. I love you tonnes. :'((((((&lt;br /&gt;Alright, My eyes cant open that wide anymore and i guess, i'll be&lt;br /&gt;seeing warm sunlight in another couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, peeps and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2984103080026074501?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2984103080026074501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2984103080026074501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2984103080026074501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2984103080026074501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/drunk.html' title='Drunk.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4843379345466517683</id><published>2010-08-19T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:29:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel the heat in you, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Readers;  Im way&lt;strong&gt; too lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to type out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentence by sentence and so we'll let the pictures do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the talking, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu-DIYxGI/AAAAAAAABWY/wG3Djro85OA/s1600/Yeexz011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506968825382880354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu-DIYxGI/AAAAAAAABWY/wG3Djro85OA/s400/Yeexz011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama kno's that i've been a very very good girl lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;andandand ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the box of Ferrero above is fer me as a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presie for being &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; i guess. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Umm.. One more, ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu9TbHXPI/AAAAAAAABWI/XRotppko1Ms/s1600/Yeexz006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506968812576529650" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu9TbHXPI/AAAAAAAABWI/XRotppko1Ms/s400/Yeexz006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu9mInmBI/AAAAAAAABWQ/s_iMZsqBasY/s1600/Yeexz007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506968817599223826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu9mInmBI/AAAAAAAABWQ/s_iMZsqBasY/s400/Yeexz007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw that Novel "&lt;em&gt;Fallen&lt;/em&gt;"? Thats from mama too. :) and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next to &lt;em&gt;Fallen&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;Torment&lt;/em&gt; and do you ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; notice that lil' white word below there written &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"COMING SOON." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(That means, i'll have to wait for it to be released in stores.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu9J6pm8I/AAAAAAAABWA/uZItew_WWVo/s1600/Yeexz005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506968810024442818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu9J6pm8I/AAAAAAAABWA/uZItew_WWVo/s400/Yeexz005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well that two lil' things above keeps me =) all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and suddenly, i got a call from dad saying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that my Viva Elite will be back on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu8heQmmI/AAAAAAAABV4/ULBEJ_Q1NW4/s1600/Yeexz004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506968799167945314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu8heQmmI/AAAAAAAABV4/ULBEJ_Q1NW4/s400/Yeexz004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my =) turned to this word, SMILE. All day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt2s4pHNI/AAAAAAAABVw/O6Gaj_aMLTY/s1600/Yeexz001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506967599640550610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt2s4pHNI/AAAAAAAABVw/O6Gaj_aMLTY/s400/Yeexz001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spend my night with these so that my eyes could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open wide and to ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt2HyaV4I/AAAAAAAABVo/7KiiXSgOfN0/s1600/DSC08343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506967589682304898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt2HyaV4I/AAAAAAAABVo/7KiiXSgOfN0/s400/DSC08343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt1yWAsCI/AAAAAAAABVg/jp_8yo9z3po/s1600/Yeexz000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506967583926038562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt1yWAsCI/AAAAAAAABVg/jp_8yo9z3po/s400/Yeexz000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...digest every single word from the book and that turns me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into a ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt1sZ-VpI/AAAAAAAABVY/1t1g56GC3EI/s1600/apy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506967582332049042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt1sZ-VpI/AAAAAAAABVY/1t1g56GC3EI/s400/apy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...DORK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt1CeCbMI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XXbPOmRpcm0/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506967571074804930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyt1CeCbMI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XXbPOmRpcm0/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see that Initial A, Love? &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its just the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beginning of the drama, not the end-yet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smooches.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4843379345466517683?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4843379345466517683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4843379345466517683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4843379345466517683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4843379345466517683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-can-feel-heat-in-you-baby.html' title='I can feel the heat in you, baby.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TGyu-DIYxGI/AAAAAAAABWY/wG3Djro85OA/s72-c/Yeexz011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7009918865110111370</id><published>2010-08-06T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:19:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jello August. ;)</title><content type='html'>Time flies. Isnt it? its kinda fast that all those exciting events had all&lt;br /&gt;ended. (Which means study time.) sigh. Thats life. My USBF kinda&lt;br /&gt;suck. as usual. Thats me. I've never studied for Monthly test. C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;Chill, its just a monthly test (i have to admit that it freaks me, tho.)&lt;br /&gt;and there "should" be nothing to be feared of. oh, whatever. it makes&lt;br /&gt;me feel like a pile of &lt;em&gt;Monthly-test-is-of-no-good&lt;/em&gt; whenever i think&lt;br /&gt;or maybe talk about it. so, we'll skip that part, aite? Last month&lt;br /&gt;was really exhausting. i cant have a good night sleep almost every&lt;br /&gt;night, eating disorder and even study disorder. Yes. Last month&lt;br /&gt;brought me tonnes of thunder and lightning and its just like a Hell&lt;br /&gt;in a hand basket. but, i think it kinda worth doing it all cause, at&lt;br /&gt;least i've gotten a great feedback from the fellow people. and right&lt;br /&gt;after the Big project was my USBF, (monthly test round 2.) test.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, "Ah, Hell." My Project just finished and test is next. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that its all over and the tides are all calm once again. I&lt;br /&gt;really need a couple of weeks for hols @ somewhere relaxing mayb&lt;br /&gt;Penang or one of my "Must go" Hols spot, &lt;em&gt;The Golden Palm Tree &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resort&lt;/em&gt;. but i dont think i will be getting the chance. sobx. i have&lt;br /&gt;to wait for another few more weeks for September term break.&lt;br /&gt;and After that term break, will be the Hari Raya break. And right&lt;br /&gt;after that, will be the Hols that everyone had waited for andand&lt;br /&gt;next is X'mas. Ohmygosh. &lt;em&gt;i cant wait&lt;/em&gt;!! sigh. I really needed fuel&lt;br /&gt;to mend, just as lanterns needed fuel to burn. Im suffering from&lt;br /&gt;inadequate rest back in these few days. Im all occupied with lotsa&lt;br /&gt;revisions, homeworks, tuitions, and thats all. Very soon, i will have&lt;br /&gt;to drive my butt all by myself to school. Parents planned to get&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly a car. :D Awesome right? Yea yeah. It is. But, im&lt;br /&gt;kinda worried because, i will be all tired and okay, whatever. Hm..&lt;br /&gt;I've promised&lt;em&gt; Catherine Andrea Ashiran Gerard&lt;/em&gt; for a Girly Sun&lt;br /&gt;this Sunday most probably @ JJ and perhaps Alex Sie will join&lt;br /&gt;us for a while cause after that, he'll got to catch his Bus back to KL&lt;br /&gt;@ 0530PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually &lt;em&gt;planned a reunion&lt;/em&gt; this Sunday along with my other 2&lt;br /&gt;Besties but TBSS, they cant make it. They have got lotsa stuffs to&lt;br /&gt;do as in assingments. well, you kno, i kno, they kno. Thats College&lt;br /&gt;life, aye.. &lt;em&gt;Nevermind honeys, we'll wait for some other days &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;kay? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kno you'll be missing me and yeah same goes to me. I miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya'll dead!&lt;/em&gt; Today, classmates all went and celebrate along with class&lt;br /&gt;teacher @ PizzaHut for our excellent Job that we've all done on the&lt;br /&gt;Curiculum day, without me. I saw the pictures that they took via&lt;br /&gt;FaceBook and they looks happy. they even bought a Choc. cake&lt;br /&gt;with a candle on it written, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Haunted Cinema, 18PL&lt;/span&gt;. i smiled when&lt;br /&gt;i saw that picture. It makes me think of those moments we have&lt;br /&gt;back in our "&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Haunted Cinema&lt;/span&gt;." I kno that many of 'em in my class&lt;br /&gt;might already hate me for they said that im being too bossy over&lt;br /&gt;them. Its okay. sigh. Thought so that all these gossips will happen&lt;br /&gt;exactly like what happened last year. &lt;em&gt;Phew&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got mad @ me for wearing Baju Kurung, &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt; and didnt&lt;br /&gt;even wear that white collared top with blue skirt that signifies you&lt;br /&gt;as a sixth former. Fyi, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;dont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;likes skirt. so, being an obedient girl, i&lt;br /&gt;obeyed her and went to the taylor somewhere in the town. some&lt;br /&gt;ipohites will kno where &lt;em&gt;Zin Co'&lt;/em&gt; is. Thats the shop's name. Went and&lt;br /&gt;custom make the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white collared with front buttons top&lt;/span&gt; and that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sea blue skirt&lt;/span&gt;. *roll eyes* can you imagine me wearing that? Oh my,&lt;br /&gt;oh my. And i can take it next tuesday and mum forced me to wear&lt;br /&gt;it next thursday and i will have to get that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; Tie with 2 white&lt;br /&gt;strips on it by next tuesday. Hmm.. So Dear Readers, wait for the&lt;br /&gt;pictures. Heeeessss.. Alright, study room is crying already. Gotta&lt;br /&gt;clean up the entire mess in it. so, Adious people. XO, Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cant take it, i should hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7009918865110111370?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7009918865110111370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7009918865110111370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7009918865110111370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7009918865110111370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/jello-august.html' title='Jello August. ;)'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2316289695329555263</id><published>2010-07-31T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:15:02.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Saturday;</title><content type='html'>As i woke up this morning, the air was so damp and it was a windy&lt;br /&gt;morning. (thats what i hope for every morning.) I look out of the&lt;br /&gt;window from my room and saw a pair of birds singing merrily&lt;br /&gt;outside my window. and i thought, "Ah, how heavenly it is if this&lt;br /&gt;happens every morning." with a smile, i went and cleaned myself&lt;br /&gt;and ran downstairs. Ran down and saw dad's car missing. (thats&lt;br /&gt;very obvious that dad went out to work.) Glance @ the clock hung&lt;br /&gt;high up @ the wall and it shows 0730AM. WoW. i woke up uber&lt;br /&gt;early today. As usual, i'll be waking up @ around 1000AM. whats&lt;br /&gt;wrong with me? (i wonder.) then i went straight into my study&lt;br /&gt;room and turned the radio on. The first song that i heard was the&lt;br /&gt;song that i can rarely hear it on radio nowadays, &lt;em&gt;Hate that I Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, by Rihanna feat. Ne-yo. Ate my breakfast @ the dining and&lt;br /&gt;the next song ushers in with the line &lt;em&gt;Can we pretend like airplane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the night sky like shooting starss&lt;/em&gt;~ and i start smiling again and&lt;br /&gt;thought to myself, "What a &lt;em&gt;wonderful morning&lt;/em&gt; i have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after finishing my breakfast, the Deejay as usual starts to&lt;br /&gt;babble and the only line i heard from him was, &lt;em&gt;Kiss me thru the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phone&lt;/em&gt; and the song starts to play. Another favourite song of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;. You're Great. :) after that kissing thru the phone, i can&lt;br /&gt;hear another song and i immediately recognised it after listening&lt;br /&gt;to the beat of the song. &lt;em&gt;Naturally &lt;/em&gt;by Selena Gomez. Yes. Again.&lt;br /&gt;The song that my heart loves. Then, i started to tidy up the mess&lt;br /&gt;that i've brought to my study table last night. while tidying, i heard&lt;br /&gt;somethingg.. Its a guys voice with slow and sweet melody and when&lt;br /&gt;it comes to the chorus part, i pinched my own cheeks and let out an&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Its &lt;em&gt;When September ends&lt;/em&gt; by Greenday. Yeah and exactly.&lt;br /&gt;The song that i can rarely hear anymore on air. And when nickelback's&lt;br /&gt;voice come right after the song, i raced to the radio and turn it &lt;em&gt;off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those nickel's Lovers or Fans. Sorry and i dont mean to be&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mean&lt;/em&gt;." i dont like nickelback at all. as in his songs, his voice and&lt;br /&gt;him as well. Continue revising until i dont even realize that its already&lt;br /&gt;12 noon. Before i bath and get ready for Chemistry tuition class, i&lt;br /&gt;sat there and smiled. (you must think that i've gone nuts. fyi, im NOT.)&lt;br /&gt;I thanked &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for blessing me a wonderful day, today. ends with&lt;br /&gt;lotsa &lt;em&gt;Smiles&lt;/em&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's just like a Fairytale. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2316289695329555263?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2316289695329555263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2316289695329555263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2316289695329555263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2316289695329555263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-saturday.html' title='Beautiful Saturday;'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-570212987342815553</id><published>2010-07-29T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:26:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dear July,</title><content type='html'>July's gonna end in another couple of days. and when august ushers in,&lt;br /&gt;everything of mine will start to settle down and time to nerd again&lt;br /&gt;with a hill lotsa books. August the &lt;em&gt;3rd, 4th, 5th,&lt;/em&gt; i will be sitting for my&lt;br /&gt;school's USBF2 which means monthly test round 2. I bet im not going&lt;br /&gt;to be performing well in it for i have been all busy for the past few&lt;br /&gt;weeks. I talked to many people regarding my transfer to St. Michaels.&lt;br /&gt;and i got lotsa nagging for it. and so, my last and very very last&lt;br /&gt;decision would be a &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, im not transfering and continue being a&lt;br /&gt;dork in that same old school. sigh. My principal will never ever let go&lt;br /&gt;of any Ex-RPSians in any way. (she loves us too much, i guess.) :D&lt;br /&gt;alright, thats first. Second, according to most of my school teachers,&lt;br /&gt;ACS's science stream is all full. which means there's no more room&lt;br /&gt;for me. Third, according to ashiran (catherine andrea's husband),&lt;br /&gt;SMI's form6 teachers are blur and the periods are very long and&lt;br /&gt;bored. sigh. Fourth, RPS is a five star school and also got nominated&lt;br /&gt;as the Cluster school last year. so, most of my senior told me that,&lt;br /&gt;usually the government Uni will give the priority to our school first.&lt;br /&gt;at first, i dont believe it. but after witnessing so many of my seniors&lt;br /&gt;getting in government Uni like, &lt;em&gt;UKM, USM, UM&lt;/em&gt; and blah. it kinda&lt;br /&gt;suprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, of course you want to get your ass into one of those government&lt;br /&gt;Uni's dont you? so that your daddy's shoulders wouldnt be that&lt;br /&gt;heavy. am i right? yea yeah. im thinking that way too. after getting&lt;br /&gt;that long long lecture from both of my parents plus senior plus meow's&lt;br /&gt;husband, i decided not to transfer but to stay. (Gosh, nerdy right?)&lt;br /&gt;Dad keep on telling me to look at the bright side of the school (in&lt;br /&gt;which i cant even see any.) and forget about the bad ones. okay, i'll&lt;br /&gt;try. tbh, Upper6 teachers are "&lt;em&gt;Okay&lt;/em&gt;" in my school but not Lower6&lt;br /&gt;teachers. Like what mum use to yell at me saying that there's just&lt;br /&gt;another few more months to go and i can officially tear off open&lt;br /&gt;my school uniforms and all those stuff that i would call them nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;Yea yeah. few more months. &lt;em&gt;few &lt;/em&gt;more months. sigh. i think by the&lt;br /&gt;end of the year, my parents could see many &lt;em&gt;O's&lt;/em&gt; in my attendance&lt;br /&gt;list. HAHAHHAs. when i dont feel like going to school, i'll definately&lt;br /&gt;skip it just like today. i'll be having 3 periods of Biology with my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hypnotizing Biology&lt;/em&gt; teacher. oh my gosh. how sleepy that could be?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. plus MUET with Ma'am Ju. (Geezz, she &lt;em&gt;talks a lot&lt;/em&gt; ya kno.)&lt;br /&gt;usually, during these periods i'll be busying with other stuff in my&lt;br /&gt;own wonderland and exclude myself from that &lt;em&gt;hypnoland&lt;/em&gt; and that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;babbleland&lt;/em&gt;. SIGH. XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-570212987342815553?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/570212987342815553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=570212987342815553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/570212987342815553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/570212987342815553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-dear-july.html' title='Dear Dear July,'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-420548277163481427</id><published>2010-07-24T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:52:47.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, but its okay.</title><content type='html'>Finally. My grey skies turn blue. My biggest fear and worry has all&lt;br /&gt;ended with great brilliant results. I think, im gonna be the school's&lt;br /&gt;legend again. :) I directed Haunted Maze last year and won the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;most sale prize with RM1200&lt;/em&gt;. Many teachers praised for the brilliant&lt;br /&gt;job that i've done. And this year, once again, i directed Haunted&lt;br /&gt;Cinema with the &lt;em&gt;profit RM 1404 from hour 0830 till hour 0230.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people came and waited outside our cinema. i was darn happy&lt;br /&gt;that everyone in the class is willing to cooperate with me. but, my&lt;br /&gt;happiness turn into tears after listening to some words from 'em. I&lt;br /&gt;was the director of the day and yet they can say that i &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do work&lt;br /&gt;at all. Just stand there with pointy fingers urging them to do work.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. fine. its okay with me. it aint the first time. the entire class&lt;br /&gt;girls now seems to ignore me and push me aside after the project is&lt;br /&gt;done. nevermind. i'll try my best to be alone. i keep wondering the&lt;br /&gt;whole day like, &lt;em&gt;"What have i done?" "Is my words too sharp?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said maybe 'ey dont understand that "Big" word,DIRECTOR.&lt;br /&gt;oh, forget it. we are Pre-U students and impossible they dont&lt;br /&gt;understand it but Nothing is Impossible. Sigh. *Bangs my head.*&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was my problem not theirs. yea yeah. it should be. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I have spend so many sleepless nights thinking about this crap ol'&lt;br /&gt;project. The budget, the jobs, the costume, the position, the movie,&lt;br /&gt;the make up's, the profit, the loss, the everything. Now that i look&lt;br /&gt;very much more like a corpse when i didnt put any concealer on. :S&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. its okay, i dont mind. (If they dont say anything else, i&lt;br /&gt;wont mind. but if they do, im gonna burst.) They dont seems to like&lt;br /&gt;me at all except fer one two three of them. maybe Racheal was right.&lt;br /&gt;Im Pathetic and weird. Fine. Fine. Fine. i sometimes scolded myself&lt;br /&gt;for being so dumb and why would i ever come up with this plan. if i&lt;br /&gt;didnt, i wouldnt be this dead tired and my panda eyes wouldnt be&lt;br /&gt;that dead dark. &lt;em&gt;Why would i ever?!&lt;/em&gt; Like what mamma said, think&lt;br /&gt;positive. look at the bright side of every bad things. Okay. i will. I&lt;br /&gt;MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose &lt;em&gt;8 Ghosts&lt;/em&gt; as the main ghost today. and yeah, it works. the&lt;br /&gt;make up's, the costumes. it really scare the bejeezus hell freak outta&lt;br /&gt;their butts. It really did. Plus the sound system is really brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Darn Loud. All of the ghosts have their own role and they play it&lt;br /&gt;well enough to keep the audience's heart keep jumping. i can hear&lt;br /&gt;the girls and guys screamed as they see the ghosts crawling on the&lt;br /&gt;floor including me myself. yeah. im also a Ghost of the day. Im the&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Ghost. simply put on a Red Cheongsam and let that dark&lt;br /&gt;brown wavy hair cover up my face. The video runs for 5 till 8 mins&lt;br /&gt;and within that very minutes, we &lt;em&gt;didnt stop scaring&lt;/em&gt; them that makes&lt;br /&gt;me giggled while i scare them. Many &lt;em&gt;screamed&lt;/em&gt; for help and some&lt;br /&gt;even &lt;em&gt;recite their prayers&lt;/em&gt;. Some &lt;em&gt;cried and wailed&lt;/em&gt; so badly. And one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAINTED.&lt;/strong&gt; cool, isnt it? yea yeah. i kno. :) the room is extremely&lt;br /&gt;dark and its really really creepy with black garbage bags covering&lt;br /&gt;the tables, windows, and all over the place. i shouted lots today that&lt;br /&gt;my voice gone really deep. Eugene will call that &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt; voice. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared &lt;em&gt;Shawls&lt;/em&gt; for the lady teachers as a small gift to them as&lt;br /&gt;they come out from the cinema and &lt;em&gt;mini towels&lt;/em&gt; for the mens. :)&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda boring with scaring people all the time that i went down&lt;br /&gt;and distribute my Haunted Cinema flyers to the people. They cant&lt;br /&gt;take their eyes off me and my cheongsam cause its like a striking&lt;br /&gt;red in the middle of the crowd plus &lt;em&gt;blood&lt;/em&gt; at the edge of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;Many of them took their camera cell phones out and took my picha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did blush a little when they did that. HEEHEE. then, many&lt;br /&gt;girls rush to me and ask me for a picture. yeah. i did stopped and&lt;br /&gt;took pictures with them. they hugged me, hold my hands as the&lt;br /&gt;pose. HAAHAAHA. funny. some even ask for my &lt;em&gt;autographs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! Mister T.J quickly took his camera out when he saw me&lt;br /&gt;and urges me to a stop for a picture fer him to post it up to the&lt;br /&gt;school's webbie and also school's e-Magazine. Ohmigod. many pair&lt;br /&gt;of eyes are looking at me sir. thats what i said. and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;"LEAVE IT. " and one two three, chiack! :P When the teachers saw&lt;br /&gt;me, they keep telling me how brilliant my idea was, how great the&lt;br /&gt;feedback was and much much more. One of the teacher gave me two&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up for that great production. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ex Moral ma'am came to me and said that i've completed a&lt;br /&gt;great job. Since the project that i've directed seems to be so&lt;br /&gt;welcoming and she cant wait for the next production of mine to&lt;br /&gt;usher in. I was like, "Most probably, i'll retire next year." and she&lt;br /&gt;keep on objecting saying that i should keep doing and blah blah blah~&lt;br /&gt;Now that i've got bruises and blue black at both of my knees due to&lt;br /&gt;that crawling. Sobx. but, nevermind, i can always cover it up with my&lt;br /&gt;Kurung, and my pants. :) I bet this happens to the other ghosts too.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish to apologize to them in case i've done any wrong but&lt;br /&gt;mum said words are not enough and so that i decided to turn my&lt;br /&gt;status My Lips Are Sealed, on. yeah. those words are out and no&lt;br /&gt;matter what i say or do, it will never change those words. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i do hope for miracles to change the situation where classmates are&lt;br /&gt;once again so friendly, and so close. :) Last word for the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Accomplish everything by doing nothing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Confucious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1gY16U8I/AAAAAAAABT4/kq633k7fsRE/s1600/Yeexz006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497405863188124610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1gY16U8I/AAAAAAAABT4/kq633k7fsRE/s400/Yeexz006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1hHtt4yI/AAAAAAAABUA/en4aifVYQ3E/s1600/Yeexz009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497405875770221346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1hHtt4yI/AAAAAAAABUA/en4aifVYQ3E/s400/Yeexz009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1f6VdrpI/AAAAAAAABTw/7wCqp8t-8J0/s1600/Yeexz007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497405854998965906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1f6VdrpI/AAAAAAAABTw/7wCqp8t-8J0/s400/Yeexz007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1fome4yI/AAAAAAAABTo/XjmfYy5Ddfo/s1600/Yeexz005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497405850238509858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1fome4yI/AAAAAAAABTo/XjmfYy5Ddfo/s400/Yeexz005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1fKz06wI/AAAAAAAABTg/FILUuDPXkHc/s1600/Yeexz004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497405842241415938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1fKz06wI/AAAAAAAABTg/FILUuDPXkHc/s400/Yeexz004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see blood stain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-420548277163481427?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/420548277163481427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=420548277163481427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/420548277163481427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/420548277163481427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/pain-but-its-okay.html' title='Pain, but its okay.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TEq1gY16U8I/AAAAAAAABT4/kq633k7fsRE/s72-c/Yeexz006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1921022820229756791</id><published>2010-07-17T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:43:34.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Two and Three.</title><content type='html'>Time passes me by really really fast. in just another two more weeks,&lt;br /&gt;i will be sitting for my USBF2. its a monthly test and yet i could be so&lt;br /&gt;nervous about it. i got no idea of why. im still having tonnes of sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;revision debts that i still havent clear it all off. GOD. how am i suppose&lt;br /&gt;to sit for that test when im this NOT ready? Alright. forget it. Next&lt;br /&gt;saturday, 24th July will be my school's (RPS) curiculum day. My class,&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-U1AZ) will be doing Haunted Cinema. By me again. (fyi, im the&lt;br /&gt;Producer again. suck aint it?) well, i did Haunted Maze last year and&lt;br /&gt;this year, there's tonnes of classes who are racing to do Haunted Maze&lt;br /&gt;and house. WOW. My class was the first class ever who did Haunted&lt;br /&gt;Maze after so many years. (Legend. isnt it? HEEHEE) i kno that this&lt;br /&gt;will happen as in people racing to book the rooms and classes and so&lt;br /&gt;on. Lucky me that i booked the room that i want, quick enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;Really hope that everything will go on smoothly as in no disturbance&lt;br /&gt;no nothing just smooth going. *crossed fingers* To make it fair enuf,&lt;br /&gt;everyone will have to make up. Yes, you're right. including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took almost a week long to think of the way to make them up and&lt;br /&gt;me, myself. so, mum gave me a very brilliant idea in which i will be&lt;br /&gt;tha Chinese Ghost? i was like, "Mum, you're BRILLIANT." since&lt;br /&gt;i've abandon my cheongsam for so many years, left it hanging&lt;br /&gt;deadly in the wardrobe. im sorry, cheongsam. Now that mum came&lt;br /&gt;up with that brilliant idea and i've made up my mind, wearing that&lt;br /&gt;cheongsam on that day. HAHAHAHs. Dont worry readers. i'll be&lt;br /&gt;taking hell lotsa pictures for you people to see. I kno its uber weird&lt;br /&gt;to wear a red striking cheongsam on that day but my grey matter&lt;br /&gt;is hollow with ideas already. :( one more thing, &lt;em&gt;everyone is invited &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the curiculum day&lt;/em&gt;. it'll be like a Fun Fair so please do comeeee..&lt;br /&gt;Bring your mother, your father, your cousins, your granny, your boy,&lt;br /&gt;your girl, your sister, your brother, your friend, your gang and&lt;br /&gt;everyone at home, aite??!! you dont have to pay for any entrance fee&lt;br /&gt;but obviously you'll have to pay when you wanna enter those&lt;br /&gt;haunted houses, mazes, cinemas or whatever. So please, do come.&lt;br /&gt;24th July 2010, a saturday from 9.00AM till' 3.00PM. Gosh, its&lt;br /&gt;11.30AM already. and tuition is at 02.00PM sharp. alright, i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;and prepare myself so, FULLSTOP. XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1921022820229756791?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1921022820229756791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1921022820229756791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1921022820229756791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1921022820229756791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-two-and-three.html' title='One Two and Three.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7552651212173685064</id><published>2010-07-11T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:13:12.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Radar</title><content type='html'>went &lt;strong&gt;SMI&lt;/strong&gt; last night to watch their play tittled, "&lt;em&gt;The Brave One&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hui Ling for the ride. (my neighbourhood friend and also&lt;br /&gt;my childhood friend.) Reach there at around 0750PM. meet lotsa&lt;br /&gt;people that i kno. well basically, i dont really understand what the&lt;br /&gt;entire drama is about cause, i wasnt paying attention with it-at all.&lt;br /&gt;i was busy looking for someone and chatting with buddy, andrea.&lt;br /&gt;after the break, (after the first hour ends, there's a half an hour&lt;br /&gt;break.) we went back into the hall to continue the play. this time, i&lt;br /&gt;get a chance to laugh so hard at the actors. The Main Actor of the&lt;br /&gt;entire drama was, "Buno." He's kinda cute and mann! he can sing!&lt;br /&gt;He sang "&lt;em&gt;Man in the Mirror&lt;/em&gt;" by The Legend, &lt;em&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/em&gt;. I&lt;br /&gt;was so impressed ya kno! Gosh. After the drama, went and hang&lt;br /&gt;with my mates @ kopitiam and yeah, went home right after that.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like watching Eclipse today but too bad. my mates are busy. :(&lt;br /&gt;so, that is why i ended up staying at home. sobx. what a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I hates Sunday and Im loving Fridays. &lt;em&gt;Reason 1&lt;/em&gt; : Sundays. The day&lt;br /&gt;after sunday is Monday. Am i right? so, Monday means Go back to&lt;br /&gt;school=bored=nerdy=dead. &lt;em&gt;Reason 2&lt;/em&gt; : Fridays. I've got no tuitions&lt;br /&gt;on a friday and i can sleep longer andandand, most of all, I dont&lt;br /&gt;have to go back to school the next day. Right? Right? Right? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to school tomorrow and oh, its a Monday which means i&lt;br /&gt;have to stand for an hour listening to those long long crappy speech.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god. how boring is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressed &lt;em&gt;Publish Post&lt;/em&gt;.   XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7552651212173685064?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7552651212173685064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7552651212173685064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7552651212173685064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7552651212173685064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/imma-radar.html' title='Imma Radar'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8299540956704943749</id><published>2010-07-02T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:55:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official P.</title><content type='html'>Went thru the JPJ test today and i officially passed it all. :) thanks&lt;br /&gt;above for giving me a good day, today. Did the hill test at the first&lt;br /&gt;place, parking right after that and lastly road test. got in the car,&lt;br /&gt;did all the checking stuff and start the engin of course. HEEHEE*&lt;br /&gt;when i got in the car, i greeted him "Smekom 'cik." which stands for&lt;br /&gt;"assalammualaikum, encik." and he replied "komsalam." and this&lt;br /&gt;stands for "waalaikummusalam." then, i handed him the pile of&lt;br /&gt;papers that the JPJ tester gave me. He took it and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" i looked at him and he asked me whether am i a&lt;br /&gt;chinese or what? then he search for my name in the paper that i&lt;br /&gt;handed him. then he started telling me how much i looks like a mix&lt;br /&gt;and so on. HAHAHAHA. fyi, imma pure chinese aite. then he start&lt;br /&gt;to praise me for my fluency in Bahasa that i cant stop saying, No..&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooo....Where got.... Dont have... Hello, NOOO!!! and *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;the car's clutch is kinda high and so yeah its weird fer me and he&lt;br /&gt;told me notto be scared cause he'll help me. i was like WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is. we chatted as if we were long lost friends and&lt;br /&gt;laugh all the way back to the institute. HAAHAAHA. then he asked&lt;br /&gt;me about my siblings, my parents, school  and stuffs like that. one&lt;br /&gt;more thing. he tease me lots that i cant stop laughing while driving&lt;br /&gt;and that the motorcyclists looked at me a couple of times. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess you can roughly imagine how friendly is he to me. He's&lt;br /&gt;kinda young. i guess he's more likely at his 20's. then, he asked me&lt;br /&gt;about boyfie's and question me lots about that. i dont really wanna&lt;br /&gt;tell him much on that, that i keep on changing the topic. He said that&lt;br /&gt;he seldom meet girls like me who's good at Bahasa. i was like of&lt;br /&gt;course. i've been in a malay school ever since primary till now, mann.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. HAHAHAHAHS. then, when i arrive at the institute, he said&lt;br /&gt;that he wanna make friends with me and even asked me for my cell&lt;br /&gt;phone's number. i was like, HAHAHHAH. No way. he's kinda upset&lt;br /&gt;when i said that. but he told me that he'll look after it. Get what he&lt;br /&gt;means? Go ahead. you'll never get it. :D he said that its fun talking,&lt;br /&gt;and joking with me cause im very friendly and nice. In my head, i&lt;br /&gt;keep babbling saying that He had never see me in a bad mood. i guess&lt;br /&gt;he'll take back that friendly word when he meets me in a uber bad&lt;br /&gt;mood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the institute, he walked me to the register counter and&lt;br /&gt;yeah. get all those copping stuff, signing stuff, all done. and it was&lt;br /&gt;then i got to kno that i officially passed my driving and will be getting&lt;br /&gt;my P license next wednesday. How awesome is that? EEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;BlekK. XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8299540956704943749?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8299540956704943749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8299540956704943749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8299540956704943749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8299540956704943749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/07/official-p.html' title='Official P.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8075955708787466770</id><published>2010-06-25T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:46:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Thank God and Sky for raining today. it really really soothe my&lt;br /&gt;feelings. was so down that i feel like staying underground. got no&lt;br /&gt;proper idea of what best to do and so i just simply turn my iTunes&lt;br /&gt;on and check fer new hits. found quite a number that i've downloaded&lt;br /&gt;ages ago but forgotten that i did. i cant stop listening to these 3 songs&lt;br /&gt;which is First dance by Justin Bieber, Gypsy by Shakira, and Never&lt;br /&gt;say Never by Justin Bieber featuring Jaden Smith. that Kiddy's just&lt;br /&gt;so cute. Aww... (i kno you'll prefer Timbaland better right cause he's&lt;br /&gt;way cooler than J.B right? :P) Had a terrible headache today and real&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad Gastric pain yesterday. God. its really bad ya kno. :(&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, good news to my haters. I officially FAILED my JPJ&lt;br /&gt;driving test. whathefuck right? yea yeah. kno that. got long lectures&lt;br /&gt;from both of my parents. like can they give me seconds of silence for&lt;br /&gt;God's sake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kno its like an impossible thing cause i've been driving even&lt;br /&gt;without an official and legal 'L'. sigh. Blame my grey matter for not&lt;br /&gt;functioning so well today that failed me. whatever. (yes, i skipped&lt;br /&gt;school just for that fucking JPJ test and failed. Brilliant.) when i got to&lt;br /&gt;kno i failed, i was like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, Hell. Imma DeadMeat this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." i, myself&lt;br /&gt;dont even kno the precise reason of failing? letme tell ya the story and&lt;br /&gt;you, Readers judge. Aite? then you tell me who's fault isit so that tears&lt;br /&gt;dont have to flow so much. We, the candidates must do our hill test&lt;br /&gt;first. I was the third one to do so and i just simply get in the car, get it&lt;br /&gt;started and drove to the hill section. went there, get myself ready ,&lt;br /&gt;mutter prayers beneath my breath and go. i parked the car exactly on&lt;br /&gt;the Yellow line. (if you took your test you'll kno what i mean by the&lt;br /&gt;yellow line and so on. dont ask me what is it. i dont wish to tell. i failed&lt;br /&gt;alright!) yes, its exact. which means no tyres hanging outside tha line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tester gave me &lt;em&gt;thumbs up&lt;/em&gt; for that and i think he got to take it&lt;br /&gt;back. When i was about to move tha car down hill, the car start to give&lt;br /&gt;out a cacophony of shrieking sound. which is unsual for a car. its uber&lt;br /&gt;weird that makes me even more freaked. (yes, im already freaked at&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of the test.) i bite my lips and tried my very best to&lt;br /&gt;move it down. instead, the car shook back and forth. when the tester&lt;br /&gt;saw that, he took back that thumbs up that he gave earlier and gave&lt;br /&gt;me that "OH, GIRLIE YOU FAILED." look. i was like whathefuck!&lt;br /&gt;fine. i kept my blardy mouth shut to prevent words pouring out. i did.&lt;br /&gt;went to the tester to sign that shit form and get things done. then, he&lt;br /&gt;told me to drive back to the place where i started off and i did as i was&lt;br /&gt;told. when i reach the starting point, my instructor quickly come to&lt;br /&gt;me and snatch that piece of paper the tester gave me. He was very&lt;br /&gt;suprised to see a big, bold hand writing written FAILED there. he&lt;br /&gt;started to question me as in what i've done and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him what i've done there and he just shook his head and told me&lt;br /&gt;to go to the office to book time for the next test. when i was waiting&lt;br /&gt;for my turn to book the time and day, i saw a girl who's gonna use the&lt;br /&gt;car after me. yes, she's using the car that i drove earlier. Again, the&lt;br /&gt;car gave the same cacophony of shrieking sound and this time, its&lt;br /&gt;even louder. she tried driving but at the end, the car broke down.&lt;br /&gt;the testers tried helping her to start the engin but still it doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;out. Pity her. it was her turn to do her Road test that time. Sigh. i&lt;br /&gt;pulled my gaze from her and concentrate it on the calendar. the lady&lt;br /&gt;there at the office told me to come again next friday. which means im&lt;br /&gt;gonna skip school again next Friday? I was flummoxed when i saw the&lt;br /&gt;word FAILED written on the result slip. Sigh. its really bad as in the&lt;br /&gt;car. :( Oh whatever. its laid out already that i've failed and gotta have&lt;br /&gt;to do it again next Friday. How dumb am i for failing such easy thingS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8075955708787466770?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8075955708787466770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8075955708787466770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8075955708787466770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8075955708787466770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-3830016566719377290</id><published>2010-06-12T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:01:48.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of beautiful ribbons and laces;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TBN2DZZnuWI/AAAAAAAABTY/wdd4aMA9uTE/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481854972170058082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TBN2DZZnuWI/AAAAAAAABTY/wdd4aMA9uTE/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feel so funny that a hardcore's page could turn out to be oh-so-girly&lt;br /&gt;right? HAHAHAS. try taking a look @ my cravings and figure it out&lt;br /&gt;yourself. :) called catherine andrea ashiran gerard last night and&lt;br /&gt;she's enjoying her time in Penang. she told me that she bought me&lt;br /&gt;some henna and hair accessories. "thanks, mrs. Ashiran." went fer&lt;br /&gt;P.A (general knowledge) today @ AAA. the class was great i mean&lt;br /&gt;the way the sir taught. he's an indian man, and also an ACS teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Jo is taking P.A classes with him too but different day and time.&lt;br /&gt;According to Jo, the sir said that whoever who cant score P.A is a&lt;br /&gt;DOG. i was like whathefuck? A dog? ohmygod. before i went, i've&lt;br /&gt;already told myself that the sir is of goodies. and the result turn&lt;br /&gt;out to be so great that i understand whatever that he's trying to say&lt;br /&gt;on the spot. (much more better than i do in class back in school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda nervous when i was about to get my butt in the class for&lt;br /&gt;imma newbie there (to that P.A class not to the tuition centre. i've&lt;br /&gt;been there since last year.). when i went in the class, i can feel that&lt;br /&gt;many pair of eyes falls on me that makes me cheeks feels kinda&lt;br /&gt;hot. HAHAH! the thing that i hate the most is that, the people there&lt;br /&gt;stares at you until you settle your arse on the chair. i was like&lt;br /&gt;keep on babbling in me like, "oh yeah, im that new kid who's gonna&lt;br /&gt;sit alone later like wtf and blah blah blah~ " im sorry to say but, ya&lt;br /&gt;kno im not those kindof person who can keep whatever shit in her.&lt;br /&gt;so, no offense aye. :\ im actually kinda suprised that the whole&lt;br /&gt;class is actually a bunch of nerd herds. (not all actually.) mostly all&lt;br /&gt;of 'em are from ACS, a few from sam tet, some from SMI and me&lt;br /&gt;alone from RPS. okay, whatever it is. here comes a guy, with his&lt;br /&gt;backpack and specs walks in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wore a dark blue jeans, with sporty shoes and ... well tbh, this&lt;br /&gt;scares me the most. i kinda recognise his face. and yeah, he's the&lt;br /&gt;guy from my Biology tuition. (i dont even kno him is just that i&lt;br /&gt;saw his face there.) the thing that freaks me the most is that, he&lt;br /&gt;actually tuck-in his tee. yes, im not kidding. its the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;me seeing a guy of my age tucking in his tee. i was like, are you a&lt;br /&gt;fallen era guy or what? yeah, eventho i loves victorian fashion so&lt;br /&gt;very much but i dont act like one of them. oh, whatever. i giggled&lt;br /&gt;the moment he walked thru the class's door and gave me a stare.&lt;br /&gt;in me, im already half shouting. i quickly pull my gaze away from&lt;br /&gt;him to prevent something happen. well, i dont wish that he'll go&lt;br /&gt;around telling people that i look at him and they'll start guessing&lt;br /&gt;like i like him or what-so-ever-shit. then, he started talking to&lt;br /&gt;his friends and so on. i was sitting 4 rows behind him and of&lt;br /&gt;course, i can look at him clearly. (well, i dont like that. i mean&lt;br /&gt;lookin @ him. urgh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i've just realized is that his abs. he have got delicious&lt;br /&gt;abs im telling you. yeah, kinda like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;taylor lautner's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Delicious&lt;br /&gt;right? Like whathehell, how can a geeky have such abs? cant&lt;br /&gt;believe right? same here. i guess he often work out that results&lt;br /&gt;it. HAHAHAS. came home right after the class and it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;i stole a couple of minute to enjoy my coffee while watching the&lt;br /&gt;rain falling, smelling the scent of rain. i dont kno why i like watchin&lt;br /&gt;the rain ever since the age of 5. A hardcore like me can have such&lt;br /&gt;hobby huh? urmm,.. i dont think its called as a hobby right, dear&lt;br /&gt;Readers? whatever. toldja that my vocab sucks like holy 'ol shit.&lt;br /&gt;Do forgive me. :) i dont kno why i feel like listening to Jay Chou's&lt;br /&gt;the entire day. it kinda relaxes me. crazy right? :\ alright, i gotta&lt;br /&gt;finish up my last book of homework and shop tomorrow fer&lt;br /&gt;father's day and mum's upcoming birthday @ Parkson. :D Bye,&lt;br /&gt;Peeps. *winks* XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-3830016566719377290?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3830016566719377290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=3830016566719377290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3830016566719377290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3830016566719377290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-beautiful-ribbons-and-laces.html' title='of beautiful ribbons and laces;'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/TBN2DZZnuWI/AAAAAAAABTY/wdd4aMA9uTE/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1774603495962496503</id><published>2010-06-11T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:36:45.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey-lo&lt;/span&gt;, people. i kno you guys are &lt;em&gt;worried&lt;/em&gt; about me, thanks. but, im&lt;br /&gt;doing good, im fine, Im alright. its just that, i dont really wish to reply&lt;br /&gt;text messages right now. so, im really sorry if i didnt. You guys care&lt;br /&gt;a lot about me and i kno that. sending me texts asking me how am i&lt;br /&gt;doin', as in how am i? and sort. well, i've made up my mind and i've&lt;br /&gt;decided, not to transfer. its actually mum's decision and i cant say a&lt;br /&gt;thing at all. i've tried talking to her but it seems like whenever i start&lt;br /&gt;to talk, she'll always push on the mute button that makes me mute&lt;br /&gt;for that second. sigh. its hard fer me to get along with nerd herds but&lt;br /&gt;what to do. i have to be doing that.. i've got no choice. sigh. mum said&lt;br /&gt;that i'll have to bring my own food to school so that i wont be eating&lt;br /&gt;school food. (in which makes me looks like an exact primary school&lt;br /&gt;girl. ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also said that since my school teachers are (mostly) of no good,&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to go fer tuition classes like everyday. &lt;em&gt;oh-my-dear-sweet-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LORD&lt;/em&gt;, thats gonna be effin tiring and my ass will hurts too. what&lt;br /&gt;to do. im mama's girl and of course, i got to obey all that so called ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"rules"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; made by the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ruler",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mum. i keep being positive like, telling&lt;br /&gt;myself its just a year plus, time flies, everything's gotta be just fine,&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i kinda believe that babble in me. (since when im sucha&lt;br /&gt;positive geek?) oh, whatever lets skip this topic. catherine andrea&lt;br /&gt;ashiran gerard a.k.a meow meow, got to transfer. and the school that&lt;br /&gt;she got was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SMK SERI PUTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? whathehell right? yeah, i said the&lt;br /&gt;same thing too, like WHATHEHELLLLL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was crying at me saying that she doesnt wants to get in there&lt;br /&gt;and so on. Just 2 days ago, she and her dad went up to the PPD,&lt;br /&gt;to cancel off the request. and luckily, the human beings in there&lt;br /&gt;approve it and just take off that request just like that. and her dad&lt;br /&gt;made up the decision fer her, that she'll be staying back in RPS with&lt;br /&gt;me. :) her dad said that since im in RPS why not she be in RPS too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! seems like good friends never part right?since im not&lt;br /&gt;transferring, i got to buy all those craps like files, ring files and sort&lt;br /&gt;this sunday. i hope i can make it without fail and i hope Bawang can&lt;br /&gt;come along with me so that i can like fill her in more with that nerd-&lt;br /&gt;herd school. AHAHAHAHS. i guess she cant wait to hear more stories&lt;br /&gt;about that plus, she cant stand to stay any longer at home. Am i&lt;br /&gt;right, Bawangg?? :D cheers, XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1774603495962496503?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1774603495962496503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1774603495962496503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1774603495962496503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1774603495962496503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-okay.html' title='Im Okay.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1720861249888019601</id><published>2010-06-08T12:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:16:27.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flailing, falling, failing.</title><content type='html'>im going to let out my emotions and all those &lt;em&gt;vulgar&lt;/em&gt; words in this post&lt;br /&gt;here. Im warning you already. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if there's any brain or eyes injury will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not be entertained&lt;/span&gt;. alright? i've actually warned you the moment you&lt;br /&gt;enter this Blog by the Blog content. so, please dont complain saying&lt;br /&gt;that i've said too much vulgar words in this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to the most fucking disastrous day ever in my entire&lt;br /&gt;18 life! woke up in the morning, got hell lots of nagging from mum&lt;br /&gt;saying this and that, ate my breakfast and wondering when will i be&lt;br /&gt;getting that Blardy Transfer letter from the JPN (Jabatan Pelajaran&lt;br /&gt;Negara.) saying that i've got my transfer and gotta get my ass in&lt;br /&gt;the school that i've applied for next following monday. suddenly i&lt;br /&gt;heard a motorcycle stopped in front of my house and thats the&lt;br /&gt;postmen. he handed me a bunch of letter and left. so then, i flip thru&lt;br /&gt;the envelopes and find one envelope printed my mum's name boldly&lt;br /&gt;on it. I seize it open and a white A4 sized paper with Black Block&lt;br /&gt;letters printed on it. i can feel that electric jolt run thru my spine&lt;br /&gt;and i started reading the letter. its the letter from JPN saying that&lt;br /&gt;my request is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not approved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. the block letters saying, &lt;strong&gt;TIDAK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DILULUSKAN&lt;/strong&gt; (which means, not approved) makes me feel that&lt;br /&gt;fucking burning pain in my chest, and i didnt even realize that i was&lt;br /&gt;actually crying when i see tear drops on the letter and i started&lt;br /&gt;crying my lungs out, hyperventilating and i feel that the vision got&lt;br /&gt;darker and darker. when i open my eyes, im lying on the floor. i&lt;br /&gt;started making emergency calls to my close mates telling them how&lt;br /&gt;pain my chest actually hurts me and how much i hated that fuckin&lt;br /&gt;school that im currently stucked in. I never thought that i wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;be getting to transfer. i seriously never thought of that fucking word.&lt;br /&gt;and right now, im cursing JPN like fucking fagget assholes! i really&lt;br /&gt;feel like biting someone's head off from his/her body! ARGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt; needed! why in the hell you JPN human beings wanna care&lt;br /&gt;about all this? i mean its my blardy choice to fucking choose whatever&lt;br /&gt;school that i want, isnt it? Asshole! mama's another one who cant&lt;br /&gt;stop babbling about all this pain-in-the-ass-licious drama that makes&lt;br /&gt;me shout at her like a mad girl. i cant take those words as in, she&lt;br /&gt;cant stop saying that i wont be able to transfer, im sucha a failure&lt;br /&gt;and so on. Yes, its fucking proven now that im such a JERK. yes!&lt;br /&gt;its now like a shitty fact laid in front of me. i told mum that i wanta&lt;br /&gt;appeal and appeal and appeal until i get the APPROVED word is&lt;br /&gt;printed on the letter. all i got is more naggings, more scoldings, and&lt;br /&gt;more everything. this is not all that i wanted! I really fucking hate&lt;br /&gt;the school that im stucked in, RPS. the teachers there are of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;(not all.) giving us hell lots of paper writing job that doesnt even&lt;br /&gt;benefit us at all. come in the class, and babble like a tape recorder&lt;br /&gt;with that stucked up face! there's good teacher in the school but not&lt;br /&gt;all. and i can say that 88% of the teachers there sucks. they cant&lt;br /&gt;even pronounce the word, "Blood." oh, god! i think im going to fail&lt;br /&gt;my MUET if its taught by that teacher. sigh. only 12% of the&lt;br /&gt;teachers there are great. but its if no point cause those teachers are&lt;br /&gt;meant for first class and Upper 6. so, conclusion is Lower6 is equal&lt;br /&gt;to dead. Canteen is the worst. with the same old shitty menu&lt;br /&gt;through out the year. no fresh food, not hygienic. there's a couple of&lt;br /&gt;time when i can see mouse running here and there and bugs in the&lt;br /&gt;food. sometimes if that person is 'lucky' enough, there will be no bug&lt;br /&gt;but either a dead cockroach or ciggarattes. Yucks! Guess what did&lt;br /&gt;they use to make juice? pipe water. yes. pipe water from the pipe&lt;br /&gt;that we'll all use to wash our hands. there's a kid in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;whom i assume her as one of the daughter of the ladies there. that&lt;br /&gt;kid will run and play in the canteen and even uses her dirty hands to&lt;br /&gt;take those 'kuih' in the canteen. at first i thought she's going to&lt;br /&gt;swallow it but, what suprises me the most is that, she place that&lt;br /&gt;'kuih' back and rearrange all the 'kuihs'. yes, with her dirty hands.&lt;br /&gt;i witness that with my own eyes. how can i ever eat food in the&lt;br /&gt;canteen if its like this? plus, there's no enough food and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;we must even starve until the school dismiss. (thats also one of the&lt;br /&gt;reason why im having gastric.) the entire school might look nice&lt;br /&gt;and clean in the shell but not in the core. plus, i cant stand those&lt;br /&gt;geeks in my class who is still stucked in her second childhood.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. How am i suppose to deal with human beings like that?&lt;br /&gt;how am i suppose to ever survive in a school full with nerd herds?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can unless i transform myself into a geek. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt; NO! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand in this blardy fucking school anymore! once and fer all,&lt;br /&gt;I EFFIN HATE RPS and really wish to leave and not to stay. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOODBYE ALL AND YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1720861249888019601?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1720861249888019601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1720861249888019601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1720861249888019601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1720861249888019601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/flailing-falling-failing.html' title='Flailing, falling, failing.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-672676983423660105</id><published>2010-06-05T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:54:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its riping me inside out.</title><content type='html'>today's a lazy saturday. i dont feel like doing anything at all. not even&lt;br /&gt;a single thing. Due to hard week im having back in school days. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up uber late and have a uber late branch. after having branch,&lt;br /&gt;i just settle myself down and read my novel. i feel so tired all over&lt;br /&gt;my body today. i really dont get it why. sigh. i really hope that the&lt;br /&gt;JPN (yes, im talking about my transfer once again. hope ya'll wont&lt;br /&gt;mind.) will approve my request and let me be in ACS. god. i can bet&lt;br /&gt;that my life will presto-change in ACS. there's couple of time that i&lt;br /&gt;almost hyperventilate today. i still dont get it why. sighh. according&lt;br /&gt;to mum, i looks uber terrible as if i've not been sleeping for decades.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! if you see me now, you can see that there's veins of&lt;br /&gt;redness that ran thru my eyes. one more thing. my heart aches me&lt;br /&gt;like heck today in which it made my eyes sore and feel so teary.&lt;br /&gt;i controlled the tears so that i wont fall. i blinked real fast to avoid&lt;br /&gt;those tears from rolling down my cheeks. :( (Please, dont ask me&lt;br /&gt;why. i really had, had hard times.) oh &lt;em&gt;Dear readers&lt;/em&gt;, if you find my&lt;br /&gt;bloggie here is kinda like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;please do quit reading it. or else, you're gonna be like me. i dont&lt;br /&gt;wish that to happen. Tomorrow, i gotta go for Chemistry tuition in&lt;br /&gt;that gloomy and creepy tuition like what i've mentioned in the&lt;br /&gt;previous previous post. and my heart will be beating in terror&lt;br /&gt;against my chest. sighh. i really wish to meet a gentlemen so that&lt;br /&gt;my heart dont really have to beat like as if it'll jump out from my&lt;br /&gt;chest. i cant afford to Blog any longer already. my entire body&lt;br /&gt;kinda like failing me. so, i guess its time fer me to sleep a little bit&lt;br /&gt;of forever and i really wish that i will be having a peaceful night&lt;br /&gt;and thought-free sleep. Go&lt;em&gt;od Night, my Dear Readers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the hols be the balm to the wound that the hard week has rest in my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-672676983423660105?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/672676983423660105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=672676983423660105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/672676983423660105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/672676983423660105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-riping-me-inside-out.html' title='its riping me inside out.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2192794486958511284</id><published>2010-06-03T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:31:57.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody can change me, yeah.</title><content type='html'>Downloaded tonnes of songs due to fucking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; mood. sigh. when im&lt;br /&gt;moody, i'll search for songs hoping that it'll ease whatever that is in&lt;br /&gt;me. school as usual. nothing special happened. Basically,everythin's&lt;br /&gt;bored. I cant stop yawning during Biology class today. (eventho im&lt;br /&gt;sitting in front of the teacher, im still yawning.) its really bored ya&lt;br /&gt;kno. Maybe her words only hypnotize me and no other? no idea. :\&lt;br /&gt;the teachers in my school really piss the hell off me especially that&lt;br /&gt;dicipline teacher. she cant stop babbling about those school rules and&lt;br /&gt;the only matter that matters above all is that, she's forcing all of us&lt;br /&gt;to buy that whatever planner diary book with RPS's school's logo in&lt;br /&gt;front. &lt;em&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/em&gt; it costs 10bucks and she forces everyone to buy it&lt;br /&gt;like shit-fuck. im almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;half cursing&lt;/span&gt; when she said that line, &lt;em&gt;"how &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sure are you girls that you're going to transfer?"&lt;/em&gt;like Holy Crap. of&lt;br /&gt;course we are going to as in like, if we girls didnt get it, we'll apply&lt;br /&gt;thousand, million, billion, trillion, gazallion-th times until we get it.&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like giving back her words but luckily i could control it&lt;br /&gt;from pouring out. if those words are out, i guess i will be sent to the&lt;br /&gt;Principal's room. HAHAH! today, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Racheal&lt;/span&gt;, asked me the most&lt;br /&gt;silliest question ever. (i consider it as a silly quest.) she said that,&lt;br /&gt;im a nice girlie but why am i speaking so many &lt;em&gt;vulgar&lt;/em&gt; words? i was&lt;br /&gt;like,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"what??!"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHS! you make me laugh the butt off me,&lt;br /&gt;silly Rae. i cant say that im born like that cause, nobody's borned&lt;br /&gt;rough or maybe harsh right? (i hope im right.) its the surrounding&lt;br /&gt;and those stuffs that we got into, influenced us. Right? well, fyi, im&lt;br /&gt;not those type of girl who will pretend to be &lt;em&gt;oh-so-lovely&lt;/em&gt; and tryin&lt;br /&gt;to control every single words and even the tone that they're using.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon baby. life isnt suppose to pretend. we're living life and we&lt;br /&gt;should make it colourful (thats my point of view,no offense) instead&lt;br /&gt;of leaving it as dull as it is and pretending. Dont ya girls feel that&lt;br /&gt;pretending is kinda..urm...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUFFOCATING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? *&lt;em&gt;roll eyes&lt;/em&gt;* Let your&lt;br /&gt;emotions all out when you're angry. Laugh out loud when you're&lt;br /&gt;happy and cry out all those hurting tears and i can bet your life will&lt;br /&gt;feel so much freer. HAHA! one thing i love about silly Rae is that,&lt;br /&gt;she'll make me laugh and laugh whenever she start laughing. :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you tonnes, my silly Rae a.k.a country girl. all right, its time&lt;br /&gt;to finish up all those paper writing job. XO, Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you dont like me for who i am, Then you dont like me for who i am, and all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're gonna get is, WHO I AM. Never compare me to anyone else. Ever. I am ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2192794486958511284?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2192794486958511284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2192794486958511284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2192794486958511284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2192794486958511284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/nobody-can-change-me-yeah.html' title='Nobody can change me, yeah.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4490557407533499388</id><published>2010-06-01T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:38:49.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moment that makes me chills.</title><content type='html'>went fer new Biology Tuition today. My cousin sister had been there&lt;br /&gt;before this and she said that the classes are great. so, today's the&lt;br /&gt;first day fer me to be there. mum picked me up from school and&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch. school ends at 1.30on tuesdays and the class starts&lt;br /&gt;at 2.45, so its kinda rush fer me. but, what to do. went there, climb&lt;br /&gt;the stairs and saw a gentlemen around my age waiting fer me in the&lt;br /&gt;lift. (he actually saw me getting out of the car and climb those stairs&lt;br /&gt;to reach out for the lift.) i then, quicken up my steps and went in the&lt;br /&gt;lift. (me alone with a gentlemen.) as soon as the lift starts to move&lt;br /&gt;up,he turned to me and smiled. of course, i did smiled back. then, we&lt;br /&gt;reached the tuition centre. its kinda creepy cause, there's noone in&lt;br /&gt;the class and i cant even find the office there. i search all around that&lt;br /&gt;level but all that i can find is just empty classes. i bet he can see that&lt;br /&gt;blur expression of mine that he offered me a help. i told him the&lt;br /&gt;troubles and he lead the way. its weird that there's a big signboard&lt;br /&gt;saying, "Sri Kota Tuition Centre" in front of the classrooms but the&lt;br /&gt;office fer new students to register is upstairs. My heart is racing in&lt;br /&gt;me and i swear that im really scared that moment. but, it all ends&lt;br /&gt;when he smiled at me with his hand showing me the way. (his body&lt;br /&gt;language tells me that he holds on to the gentlemen princip which&lt;br /&gt;is, Ladies first. :D) i walked to the direction that he's showing and&lt;br /&gt;get myself registered. HAHA! 40bucks per subject and 10bucks for&lt;br /&gt;registration fee. im so glad that im meeting a gentlemen on the first&lt;br /&gt;day itself. after helping me registering, he went down. i even missed&lt;br /&gt;my chance to say thanks to him. perhaps next week will do. went in&lt;br /&gt;the class and i saw my classmate's stuffs spread all over the table&lt;br /&gt;but they're not there. went up to the table to check whether those&lt;br /&gt;stuffs are theirs and yes. im right. simply settle myself down and&lt;br /&gt;search for the guy who helped me. unfortunately, he's not there. his&lt;br /&gt;m.i.a really intrigues me lots. i sat there for a short while looking at&lt;br /&gt;people coming in the class and gives me that, "oh, new girl look."&lt;br /&gt;just when the class starts, (with my friends all around me) that&lt;br /&gt;gentlemen walk in the class and even wink at me that makes me&lt;br /&gt;half giggled. i just got to kno that he's from SMI. (st. michael's&lt;br /&gt;instituition.) and, the class goes on. i expect that i'll be blur on the&lt;br /&gt;first day but i dont. i actually enjoyed it. :) Good news, huh? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;time flies that i dont even realize that the class ended till my i see&lt;br /&gt;everybody around me packing their belongings. the gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;pass me by again. he took a look at me (again), smiled and nodded&lt;br /&gt;his head. i reacted the same and followed my 3 other friends, and&lt;br /&gt;yeah, go home. :) i dont see many gentlemens around nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;even my own friend (male) will shout and snatch things away from&lt;br /&gt;me. i think i'll be calling him dinasour from now on (i mean the&lt;br /&gt;gentlemen.) for these kindof 'species' had already extinct right?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not a mistake, im not a fake, its set in my DNA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4490557407533499388?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4490557407533499388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4490557407533499388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4490557407533499388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4490557407533499388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-that-makes-me-chills.html' title='moment that makes me chills.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7292742982698405805</id><published>2010-05-31T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:09:25.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick with the teachers.</title><content type='html'>yeah. fall sick today. kinda feverish and so i skipped school. maybe&lt;br /&gt;due to that effin hawt weather in Malaysia or maybe due to hectic&lt;br /&gt;week that i've gone thru or maybe ... (whatever). i think most prolly&lt;br /&gt;i got it from mum. she's not feeling so well lately. :( since i skipped&lt;br /&gt;school, i still gotta study at home. you see, form6 isnt as easy peasy&lt;br /&gt;as you thought. (thats what i thought too at first) its tough mann. I&lt;br /&gt;still remember clearly the other day when i hang out with Jo, he&lt;br /&gt;showed me that &lt;em&gt;Maths S&amp;amp;T book.&lt;/em&gt; i didnt kno what S&amp;amp;T represents&lt;br /&gt;so i asked him (assuming he'll kno's it). buttt, the answer that i get&lt;br /&gt;from him is &lt;em&gt;"S&amp;amp;T is Susah &amp;amp; Tough."&lt;/em&gt; (fyi, Susah=Tough ,For those&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt understand Malay language.) that makes me laugh and&lt;br /&gt;laugh. whenever im doing Maths, it will reminds me of that line and&lt;br /&gt;smile can be seen. HAAHA! I've just realised that in Biology, there's&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. and in Chemistry, there's Physics. oh, god! its so very&lt;br /&gt;saddenning when i see Physics appears. ( i dont like physics at all.)&lt;br /&gt; i hated Physics since the day i first learn it. i dont kno why. maybe&lt;br /&gt;its the teacher's factor. ahahahhas. yea yeah, i dont like my&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 4 and 5 Physics teacher. An indian lady. She's arrogant&lt;br /&gt;as in so not friendly and gets mad at us almost all the time for no&lt;br /&gt;proper reason. PMS-ing i guess. HEEHEE. She'll yell at us and make&lt;br /&gt;us stand and even called us Blardy donkeys. LMAO. kinda miss that&lt;br /&gt; moment when the entire class stands and make faces when she her&lt;br /&gt;back face us. (naughty us, isnt it?) one more thing, my form6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maths tuition teacher&lt;/em&gt;. For the first time, my maths tuition sir is a&lt;br /&gt;chinese man. since form1, indians taught me. i admit that he's&lt;br /&gt;teaching is like a blast eventho he had got bad pronounciation. i&lt;br /&gt;remember last week, when we're on the topic,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;factorization,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he&lt;br /&gt;pronounced it as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fertilization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that makes the class giggles and he still&lt;br /&gt;dont realizes it. Poor Sir. i seriously giggled like heck. i dont really&lt;br /&gt;wants to giggle so much for im sitting alone. yes, alone in that class.&lt;br /&gt;i think im the one and only Malay school student there. :D so if i&lt;br /&gt;continue giggling that much, people will think that i must have gone&lt;br /&gt;nuts. right? Guess what, i was so suprised when my class girls&lt;br /&gt;complain saying that they dont understand a single thing that the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chemistry&lt;/em&gt; sir in my school is trying to say. they said that, if they&lt;br /&gt;havent gone fer tuition classes, they must be all blurred up (just like&lt;br /&gt;me) and sitting there more like a dork. the craziest thing is that, he&lt;br /&gt;gave us hell lots of homework that drives us all mad. c'mon sir, i dont&lt;br /&gt;really wants my hair to stand up like Albert Einstein. (did i spell his&lt;br /&gt;name correctly?) one more thing, the questions are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tough. even&lt;br /&gt;the smartest girl in the class cant be able to solve it. i thought they&lt;br /&gt;all understands it when they din even look away from the quest and&lt;br /&gt;keep doing it. i only knew they cant when i reach to them. that is also&lt;br /&gt;one of the reason why i insisted to transfer. the dicipline teacher in&lt;br /&gt;my school said that the girls insisted to transfer is because they dont&lt;br /&gt;wanna be an overage mum. (bullshit.) how can that word is out from&lt;br /&gt;a teacher's mouth? i cant believe it. i really cant. after listening to&lt;br /&gt;that word, i guess the number of students transferring OUT will be&lt;br /&gt;even more eventho its already more. Biology class in my school is&lt;br /&gt;like a hypnotizing class. Lab doors and drapes are all closed leaving&lt;br /&gt;the class dark and creepy with tha LCD on and tha hypnotizing class&lt;br /&gt;begins. Biology is taught by and indian teacher in my school. her&lt;br /&gt;voice is so soft that plays like a lullaby in my ears. whenever she&lt;br /&gt;explains something, all i can hear is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rock a by baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on a tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/em&gt; " it was so sleepy that there's a couple of times i almost dozed&lt;br /&gt;off and waken up by Sharon. sighh. so, do you think i still wanna&lt;br /&gt;stay in the school? *shakes head.* Maths class is like a bee humming&lt;br /&gt;class. its being taught by a Malay lady. he voice is so soft too. when&lt;br /&gt;she starts speaking, all that i can hear is just bees, lots and lots of&lt;br /&gt;bees humming beside my ears. oh, Lord. :( all the teachers in the&lt;br /&gt;school will gives us lots and lots of homework that requires lots of&lt;br /&gt;writing. sighhh.. saddenning right? the teacher that i &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the most&lt;br /&gt;is my MUET teacher. (MUET stands for Malaysia Univercity English&lt;br /&gt;Test.) both tuition and school. Both of them carries their British&lt;br /&gt;accent with them as the speaks. thats what i love to hear the most!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*well, i dont mean and dont wish to kinda backstab my school and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuition teacher like this. But, i really cant stand them anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;especially school teacher. im just trying to voice out so, its of no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;offense. Sorry, teachers.*) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*there's sweetness behind bitter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; signing off. XO, Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7292742982698405805?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7292742982698405805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7292742982698405805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7292742982698405805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7292742982698405805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick-with-teachers.html' title='sick with the teachers.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6287967488658140697</id><published>2010-05-24T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:46:25.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-U, week number 3</title><content type='html'>Third week ushers in already and im still waiting to be transfered. im&lt;br /&gt;still wondering when will my request be approved. i hope that i dont&lt;br /&gt;have to wait for so long. i really hope that this week will be my last&lt;br /&gt;week in RPS. please Lord. please show me miracles. sigh. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*crossed-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fingers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday was my aunts wedding day. i was the bride's maid&lt;br /&gt;and its of no good job. got to fan the bride and leaving me sweating&lt;br /&gt;like heaven including the bride eventho im fanning her. even the bride&lt;br /&gt;groom's maid is sweating like heaven. ahahahhahs. he looks familiar&lt;br /&gt;to me but i cant think of who is he. okay, whatever it is. thank God,&lt;br /&gt;that i performed all the 9 songs perfectly. i was so suprised when i've&lt;br /&gt;got great response from the audience. HAHAHA! luckily, i didnt lost&lt;br /&gt;my voice. :D today in school, i've got the 7 forms typed by the clerk&lt;br /&gt;to be taken home and get out parent's signature. Finally oh, finally.&lt;br /&gt;if i really got transfered, im gonna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank &lt;/span&gt;Bawang like heck. i will.&lt;br /&gt;went for MUET tutition today. i was so moody+blur that i answered&lt;br /&gt;the wrong question. "The bus go _____ the road." and i answered,&lt;br /&gt;"The bus go &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the road." and the teacher was like half yelling at&lt;br /&gt;me saying "WHAT?!" "GIRL! of course the bus is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the road. it&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the bus go off the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" oh my god. it was so effin&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing. whatever. sigh. it was my fault. yeah, my fault for&lt;br /&gt;not paying attention in class. i cant help it when my mind goes out&lt;br /&gt;off the league. i really cant help it. but anyway, i will try my best to&lt;br /&gt;be more positive and of course pay much more attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;alright, those are the pictures that i took last night after aunts&lt;br /&gt;wedding dinner. more picture will be uploaded as soon as aunt's&lt;br /&gt;photographer uploaded it in Fb. okay Dear readers, i gotta go and&lt;br /&gt;finish up my undone homework. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;signing off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR3zw6--I/AAAAAAAABSQ/TLthgX2dKlM/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778316252314594" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR3zw6--I/AAAAAAAABSQ/TLthgX2dKlM/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idol,-Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR3fgDHSI/AAAAAAAABSI/3UBf35Mpctg/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778310812835106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR3fgDHSI/AAAAAAAABSI/3UBf35Mpctg/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR3K7wf3I/AAAAAAAABSA/3iYQDNKsMNA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778305291911026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR3K7wf3I/AAAAAAAABSA/3iYQDNKsMNA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR26-XtwI/AAAAAAAABR4/IxNjKxtvOD8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778301007902466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR26-XtwI/AAAAAAAABR4/IxNjKxtvOD8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR2eKo5jI/AAAAAAAABRw/7DS-YpgOOXc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778293274732082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR2eKo5jI/AAAAAAAABRw/7DS-YpgOOXc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pUKE4kSJI/AAAAAAAABSY/ttQx4xcdmXE/s1600/Yeexz008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474780829108684946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pUKE4kSJI/AAAAAAAABSY/ttQx4xcdmXE/s400/Yeexz008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my temporarily tattoo. :D&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/8735633921626105048-6287967488658140697?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6287967488658140697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6287967488658140697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6287967488658140697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6287967488658140697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/third-week-ushers-in-already-and-im.html' title='Pre-U, week number 3'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S_pR3zw6--I/AAAAAAAABSQ/TLthgX2dKlM/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8109049861151231283</id><published>2010-05-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:39:14.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession.</title><content type='html'>today's friday. i kno that this sounds lame. but it is a friday right?&lt;br /&gt;(whatever.) the first hard week is over. im kinda happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;its like, i gotta rush to tuition. get real quick lunch and showers and&lt;br /&gt;sort. i've got tuition on monday, tuesday, thursday, saturday, and&lt;br /&gt;sunday itself. sunday supposed to be a family day for me but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i got to go for tuition classes and skip all the shoppings. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that its worth it since i've ruined my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; so i dont wish to be&lt;br /&gt;a biggie mouth again and ruin my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;STPM &lt;/span&gt;as well. okay, i wanna say a&lt;br /&gt;great &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,to Bawang for helping me "something." im&lt;br /&gt;really glad that she's willing to help. God, i was so darn happy when&lt;br /&gt;the word &lt;em&gt;"Yes."&lt;/em&gt; is out from her lips. i cant stop jumping and thanking&lt;br /&gt;god for sending me a great friend and so on. but still, i got to cross&lt;br /&gt;my fingers since the whole darn approval process is done by the JPN.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cross-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fingers*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nothing much happened in school. its just studying&lt;br /&gt;heads, scanning words on the books, disscussing and so on. its really&lt;br /&gt;weird when this is the first year, im surrounded by so many chinese&lt;br /&gt;like what i've mentioned in my previous post.(im one of those chinese&lt;br /&gt;butts too.) years before this, the girls in my class used to be malays&lt;br /&gt;and indians and they even had got a nick name for me since i was the&lt;br /&gt;only chinese in the class. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Amoy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; almost everyone in the class&lt;br /&gt;address me using that nick name given to me by i dont even kno&lt;br /&gt;who. but this time, as in-this year, everyone in the class calls my&lt;br /&gt;chinese name. its uber uber weird cause only my family members&lt;br /&gt;calls me using that name. at first, im kinda uneasy and sometimes i&lt;br /&gt;dont even realise that they are actually calling me. but after days&lt;br /&gt;passed by, the name is once again familiar to me. :) good, huh? yours&lt;br /&gt;truly is now all mingled up with chinese for the first time. tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is like a big day. its aunt's wedding buffet dinner. wth right? yeah,&lt;br /&gt;time passes by real real fast. parents were talking about it early this&lt;br /&gt;month and now, tomorrow is the day. sighh. i hope, there's no mistake&lt;br /&gt;while singing tomorrow. sigh again. i wonder whats wrong with the&lt;br /&gt;teachers in the school. they are giving us so bunch lots of homework&lt;br /&gt;as if the weekends has 48 hours. damn. i will have to bring my&lt;br /&gt;homework over to aunts place tomorrow i guess. so nerdy. i dont wish&lt;br /&gt;to do so. i wish to sing, laugh, Drink, and enjoy myself kau2 before the&lt;br /&gt;next hard week begins but, its now all destroyed because of those&lt;br /&gt;fuckin homework. im not sayinthat homeworks are of no good. but,&lt;br /&gt;the teachers should have gave us at least some time to breathe and&lt;br /&gt;revise? sigh. whatodo. the school teachers mistake that our heads&lt;br /&gt;functions like computers. i wonder do their's function like a computer&lt;br /&gt;too or something else?? i'd better dont wonder so far. ahahahhahahs.&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my first kiss went a little like this, smooch and twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8109049861151231283?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8109049861151231283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8109049861151231283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8109049861151231283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8109049861151231283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/confession.html' title='Confession.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-9094261211939348349</id><published>2010-05-19T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:46:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pra-U life begins.</title><content type='html'>i couldnt make my way to transfer. yeah. im sick of my former&lt;br /&gt;school and asked for transfer. mum and dad refuse to do something&lt;br /&gt;about it and so i hacked my brain for something. when i came up&lt;br /&gt;with an idea by using granny's address, news flew to my ears saying&lt;br /&gt;that the JPN will be giving the nearest school according to the address&lt;br /&gt;stated.And the existance of SMK Seri Kledang makes the tears of&lt;br /&gt;mine flow and think of the other way. i asked my parents to help&lt;br /&gt;me out but sadly, their mind had been corrupted by some hateful&lt;br /&gt;-tongues. and so the conclusion is, &lt;em&gt;me-staying-back-in-an-oh-so-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grossy-full-with-nerd-herds-school&lt;/em&gt;!! its like&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; MAN&lt;/span&gt;! i&lt;br /&gt;really couldnt stay any longer. i've enough with it for the past &lt;em&gt;FIVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years! c'mon, the past let it be past! sigh. im now currently stucked&lt;br /&gt;in a class of 28 student where half of them are still on their way&lt;br /&gt;processing the transfer form. its kinda awkward for me to be among&lt;br /&gt;chinese butts eventho i am one. but, thankfully they make me feel&lt;br /&gt;like im apart of the class by not ignoring me and stuffs like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;im glad. as in-really glad. if they manage to transfer, which means&lt;br /&gt;the class will be left with the total number of 15 or maybe 14. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;even my deskmate ask for transfer too. :((( oh-so-sad. everything&lt;br /&gt;was like a dooms day for me when i first got to kno that i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;make it to transfer and i also thought that , That will be the end for&lt;br /&gt;me. But, i was oh-so-wrong. its not the end for me yet. it was just&lt;br /&gt;about to start. its just the beginning. I hope the beginning will be the&lt;br /&gt;toughtest one for me but not the ending. signing off. gotta prepare&lt;br /&gt;myself for chemistry tuition later. Love ya guys for reading. :) XO, Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;its not towards the end, its the beginning of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-9094261211939348349?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9094261211939348349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=9094261211939348349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/9094261211939348349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/9094261211939348349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-couldnt-make-my-way-to-transfer.html' title='My Pra-U life begins.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2037274750595824079</id><published>2010-05-17T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:16:55.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORM-SIX.</title><content type='html'>alrighttttt.. Hello. :) im back, blogging. after a hard week in the school&lt;br /&gt;is really disastrous. well, first week is the orientation week which&lt;br /&gt;makes my butt even flatter. ( I gotta stuck in RPS before all the-&lt;br /&gt;transfering process is being done.) so, yeah. its my formal school so i&lt;br /&gt;kno's everything as in "every-single-thing." cant imagine im wearing&lt;br /&gt;my school uniform, school shoes, carrying my school bag and i kno&lt;br /&gt;someone will really giggle when she sees this line here. Am i right,&lt;br /&gt;bawang? my schedules are uber tight. i've got tuition everyday and&lt;br /&gt;including weekends. God. i hope i will have the strength to wake up&lt;br /&gt;and goes to school. okie. gotta go. signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2037274750595824079?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2037274750595824079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2037274750595824079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2037274750595824079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2037274750595824079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/form-six.html' title='FORM-SIX.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8370956677240212306</id><published>2010-05-07T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:29:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's lightning follows thunder in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish that im &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"blind",&lt;/span&gt; so that i dont have to see so much dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish that im &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"deaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; so that i dont have to hear so much words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish that im &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"dumb",&lt;/span&gt; so that i dont have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish that im &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;invisible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so that people dont have to see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish that i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;emotionless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so that i dont have to feel the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish that i've got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no tears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so that i dont have to shed any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish that i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nt even exists, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so that i dont have to hurt them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish that i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wont wake up,&lt;/span&gt; so that i dont have to feel hurt anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really wish everyday will end with an unexpectable ending. let it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;be the last "&lt;em&gt;nightmare&lt;/em&gt;". im pleading. i dont want any continuous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;nightmare&lt;/em&gt;" anymore. i'd rather dont want anything that i've once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;craved but i really want a life with no sorrow, pain, and hurt. i've &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tried in many ways to cheer myself but ended up crying like an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;emo kid. Home doesnt feels and once more doesnt give me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;homie feeling that i once have. i really wish that everything will be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soon over. let the tears to be the last drop of tears. let the anger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;be the last anger to be realeased. let the burning pain in the chest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;be the last pain to be felt. let the sorrow be the last sorrow to feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let that horrible scene be the last scene to be seen by eyes. &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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I strongly plead that noone will drop any comment regarding this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8370956677240212306?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8370956677240212306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8370956677240212306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8370956677240212306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8370956677240212306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-lightning-follows-thunder-in-me.html' title='there&apos;s lightning follows thunder in me.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8969257130641358870</id><published>2010-05-06T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:51:00.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing year.</title><content type='html'>sorry for the temporarily dead bloggie. my house is renovating and&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i gotta clean it up and that is why i cant manage to steal time&lt;br /&gt;to blog. alright, i'll start off with last sunday. 2nd of March, sunday.&lt;br /&gt;went outting with Bawang, Joshua Voo, Catherine andrea, and&lt;br /&gt;caroline. we promised to turn up by 11.30am in Jayjay but due to&lt;br /&gt;some problems, catherine andrea and caroline turned up half an&lt;br /&gt;hour late. Due to that sucky connection between she and her sis's&lt;br /&gt;sunday school teacher. (whatever) so, me and Joshua went up to&lt;br /&gt;tha cinema to see whether is there any yummy-licious movie. but,&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, there's none left &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. we have got no choice&lt;br /&gt;but to watch that. then, when bawang turn up a couple of minute&lt;br /&gt;after us, we all went to Popular and it did amaze me when i see tha&lt;br /&gt;new look of Popular. Bigger and better. In the same time, it looked&lt;br /&gt;like MPH to me. ahahahhs. suprisingly, there's only two brand left&lt;br /&gt;for the reference book for Form 6. (yeah, dont be suprise. i-am-&lt;br /&gt;doing-form-six.) those books really freaked me that i cant stop&lt;br /&gt;staring at the number of pages. :S when we move on to the teens&lt;br /&gt;novel section, catherine andrea along with her sis and her sis's&lt;br /&gt;friends arrived. (darn late. okay, darn late!) Joshua's hungry i guess&lt;br /&gt;that we went to the Food &amp;amp; Tea for lunch. its Lunch for him but&lt;br /&gt;Yum Cha time for me. :) shared &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mother Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Bawang and&lt;br /&gt;im complaining for getting a bad apple. (fyi, there's apple cling to&lt;br /&gt;the glass.) catherine went to the main entrance to wait for her&lt;br /&gt;boyfie and they came to us after that. sat there like a dork looking&lt;br /&gt;at that pair of couples in front of me that makes me giggles and&lt;br /&gt;chuckles most of the time. well, its 1+. so we make our way to the&lt;br /&gt;cinema to buy tickets and to MPH right after that. MPH is still&lt;br /&gt;the same but it seems to looks kinda dead to me. :P okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;time's up. its 2.10 and we headed to the cinema. well, the movie is&lt;br /&gt;nice that makes me laughed like heck. out of no where, i feel like&lt;br /&gt;puking and yeah, i did. urgh. i didnt kno why. sigh. after tha movie&lt;br /&gt;we stroll around JayJay, talking, laughing, giggling. (Josh went back&lt;br /&gt;earl'. so left me and bawang.) Bawang bought Donuts for her siblings&lt;br /&gt;and so, we went home. The End of the day. (sorry, no pictures. Due&lt;br /&gt;to crappy camera.) Monday comes right after sunday's over. its the&lt;br /&gt;day when i officially went for MUET tuition classes. (Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;University English Test.) got myself registered and answered a couple&lt;br /&gt;of questions that the teacher asked. i really enjoy her class and the&lt;br /&gt;way she teaches reminds me a lot of my ex-english teacher back in&lt;br /&gt;my younger days. :( i miss her. yes, a lot! sigh. after the class, mum&lt;br /&gt;took me back to my Ex tuition centre to ask for that Lower Six time&lt;br /&gt;table. God, im taking five subjects and that means i have to go for&lt;br /&gt;tuition classes every week days. i've no Plan B and so i have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. right to tuition after school and yeah, its gonna be tiring. i kno&lt;br /&gt;that. but, what to do. mum was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You better study really really hard for your STPM if not, im really gonna screw you up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yea yeah, i will and so going to be doing that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay, that sounds better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that? my mum is so going to kill me if i dont do well and get good&lt;br /&gt;grades. so, i might not be blogging so often and yeah, its going to be&lt;br /&gt;temporarily dead again. but, no worries guys. i'll try stealing my time&lt;br /&gt;and will make sure there's updates every weekend. Promise. XO. Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Believing it is the first step. Acting it is the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8969257130641358870?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8969257130641358870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8969257130641358870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8969257130641358870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8969257130641358870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/killing-year.html' title='Killing year.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4408943430156857020</id><published>2010-04-28T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:23:04.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up, scusa(s)</title><content type='html'>c'mon people! How many times must i say that im &lt;em&gt;SINGLE&lt;/em&gt; and i've&lt;br /&gt;got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;BOYFIE&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;CRUSH&lt;/em&gt;!!!! i've got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; big time&lt;/em&gt; for stuffs like&lt;br /&gt;this yet. alright? dont make me tighten up your lose screws in your&lt;br /&gt;stucked up heads!! you, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;scusa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Italian, Dork.) Can you just boarden&lt;br /&gt;your Dorkies Horizons? yeah, i might be very close to guys until i&lt;br /&gt;calls them honey or maybe baby. that doesnt mean i love them like&lt;br /&gt;i love my boyfie. (to those who i've called baby or honey out there,&lt;br /&gt;dont ever get insulted. please.) they might even reply me with dear,&lt;br /&gt;babygirl, or maybe even blow me kisses. thats of no special meaning&lt;br /&gt;at all. and you people who had got very little spaces in your head&lt;br /&gt;space will think it in the other way round because there's tonnes of&lt;br /&gt;baby, dear, honey text in my cell phone. stop saying that im like a&lt;br /&gt;slut who flirts around with lots and lotsa guys out there. Just stop&lt;br /&gt;that crap or else im gonna hunt each and every arses of yours. im not&lt;br /&gt;kidding at all. im for real this time. never let me hear that word again&lt;br /&gt;or i'll do something that you'll regret like crap. i swear i will if you dont&lt;br /&gt;back off. im just close to those guys who kno's me for ages and thats&lt;br /&gt;all. our relationship status is still right there. Friend. it doesnt change&lt;br /&gt;at all even after tonnes o' those baby, honey texts. i hope this is the&lt;br /&gt;last time for me to hear stuffs like that. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4408943430156857020?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4408943430156857020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4408943430156857020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4408943430156857020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4408943430156857020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-up-scusas.html' title='shut up, scusa(s)'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-9135025657770875604</id><published>2010-04-27T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:57:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant think of a tittle fer this. :D</title><content type='html'>Im &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, happy to the max babeh!&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* i got a text from Joshua saying that there's a website&lt;br /&gt;where you can check your qualification in form6 and yeah, i&lt;br /&gt;went to that webbie and simply key-in my I.C number and i&lt;br /&gt;got this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAHNIAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anda ditawarkan untuk mengikuti pengajian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ke Tingkatan 6 Bawah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the details goes blah, blah, blah.. when i saw that word i was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like, &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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, am i dreaming or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*taking her specs and say..* OMG, girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes i kno. eh, pinch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*pinching my lap* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;arrrhhhh!! pain lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay. confirmed. you're not dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMG!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;yeah, thats my reaction after seeing it. and im still giggling right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now. (stupid. i know.) and now, i have to search the entire ipo for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tuition classes. god. i was like, " where should i go." , "Is he/she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;good or what?" and blah. bad news. mum forced me to wear that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;skirt to school with tha tie. fyi, i dont even kno's how to tie a tie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;err... get me? well, i need someone to tie my tie for me like every &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;single time i wear that skirt. crazy. whatever it is, im goona stick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to my Baju Kurung. (unfortunately, i cant. sigh.) tbh, im fucking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;excited and happy right now. my brain is outta ideas so yeah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the end. :DDDDDD XO,Y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-9135025657770875604?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9135025657770875604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=9135025657770875604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/9135025657770875604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/9135025657770875604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-think-of-tittle-fer-this-d.html' title='i cant think of a tittle fer this. :D'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6022828953808261393</id><published>2010-04-25T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:35:22.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniac</title><content type='html'>i couldnt sleep well last night. due to those thoughts in my mind. i&lt;br /&gt;keep on rolling on my bed like the entire time. sigh. im wondering&lt;br /&gt;whether am i qualified in science stream in form6. and i kno nothing&lt;br /&gt;about form6. and im also wondering whether can i be in SMI? i mean,&lt;br /&gt;according to the seniors, they said that this year, the school principal&lt;br /&gt;might not let us out of RPS (which clearly means im dead). sigh. meow&lt;br /&gt;said that she will be going to the school to take that whatever transfer&lt;br /&gt;form (along with me). i regret so very much that i didnt work hard&lt;br /&gt;enough last year. i kno that, there's no point and time regreting after&lt;br /&gt;all those things became a reality and everything is clear enough to be&lt;br /&gt;seen. but still, i am regreting like shit. i always name myself a failure&lt;br /&gt;these very days for those sadness can be seen in both of my parents's&lt;br /&gt;eyes. i wanna and have always wanta be someone proud in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but i failed. i've always tried to please them but i am still failing. (im&lt;br /&gt;useless, right? yes, i kno that.) ahahhahahhas. went Jayjay today&lt;br /&gt;and i bought my favourite novel, Hunted, the fifth novel from the&lt;br /&gt;house of night series. (imma huge fan of it, you see.) sigh. im now,&lt;br /&gt;stucked in Klebang, blogging, still scolding myself for being sucha&lt;br /&gt;pain-in-the-ass. will be off to Jusco later to watch the comedy&lt;br /&gt;movie, Being Human. alright, thats all for today. signing off. bye,&lt;br /&gt;peeps. XO,Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-6022828953808261393?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6022828953808261393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6022828953808261393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6022828953808261393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6022828953808261393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/insomniac.html' title='insomniac'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4157099516633941982</id><published>2010-04-24T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:59:38.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swollen moon and sprinkling stars.</title><content type='html'>Beneath the shining star,&lt;br /&gt;beneath the gleaming moon,&lt;br /&gt;when night has healed the scars,&lt;br /&gt;of burning moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i say to you,&lt;br /&gt;if hate possess your heart,&lt;br /&gt;when day's hot strife is through,&lt;br /&gt;bid hate depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disappointing day,&lt;br /&gt;whenever wrong or how,&lt;br /&gt;is something passed away,&lt;br /&gt;is ended now,&lt;br /&gt;forget, forgive the scars,&lt;br /&gt;and sleep will find you soon,&lt;br /&gt;beneath the shining stars,&lt;br /&gt;the gleaming moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;unlike others as the moon was unlike the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4157099516633941982?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4157099516633941982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4157099516633941982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4157099516633941982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4157099516633941982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/swollen-moon-and-sprinkling-stars.html' title='swollen moon and sprinkling stars.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-3197714331795201913</id><published>2010-04-23T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:50:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My World (Justin Bieber's album)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Animal (Ke$ha's album) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hunted (House Of Night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tempted (House Of Night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burned (House Of Night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long White + Gray cardigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red + Black Sneakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ballerina Pumps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair bands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll really roll on the floor and cry because of those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listed above. i want them all so effin badly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing that i cant. (unfortunately) so many more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to shop for before entering my FormSix. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from now on, i must really try to get some brain-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smoothing whenever there is time to get rid of those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;veins of redness that ran thru my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is my Love your Drug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-3197714331795201913?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3197714331795201913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=3197714331795201913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3197714331795201913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3197714331795201913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5250177676318357423</id><published>2010-04-20T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:34:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo-la-la~</title><content type='html'>yeah, im back from my Genting trip. say what, i cant feel any cold&lt;br /&gt;at all. instead, im sweating. can you imagine that? i use to wrap&lt;br /&gt;myself like a big furry ball but this time, i didnt do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im wearing a thin body hugging tee with my pants. yeah, thats&lt;br /&gt;all. its like wth? im expecting to freeze to death but i didnt. fuhh..&lt;br /&gt;aunt said maybe its because of chickenpox or maybe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;global&lt;br /&gt;warmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? ahahahhahas. dont ask me. i dont kno tho. this time,&lt;br /&gt;there will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; pictures to be uploaded cause i wasnt in the right&lt;br /&gt;mood during the trip. got pissed for like so many effin times by&lt;br /&gt;those unmatured human beings. god. okay, letme start with the&lt;br /&gt;1st day, alright? we started our journey at around 10 in the morn'.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. its late. and when we reach Hulu selangor, the traffic jammed&lt;br /&gt;like heaven due to that whatever re-election for blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;when we reach gohtong jaya, we have our lunch there before going&lt;br /&gt;up to the peak. :) reach Genting at around 1pm and went and&lt;br /&gt;meet up with my cousin brother who went Genting with his&lt;br /&gt;friends before us. after meeting with him, we went and renew our&lt;br /&gt;membership card. after that renewing session, we went into the&lt;br /&gt;theme park to meet up with sis's friends. they really piss me off&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;em&gt;making me walk like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dork&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;in the theme park. wth? i brought&lt;br /&gt;them to those game stations and they refused to go up and have a&lt;br /&gt;nice game. hello, we came up all the way from Ipo and you garls&lt;br /&gt;just wanna stroll here doing nothing? that &lt;em&gt;sucks&lt;/em&gt;! i hate it. im&lt;br /&gt;showing my fucked up faces when im with them. i couldnt bear it&lt;br /&gt;that i told sis to go BumCity with me. when we was about to get&lt;br /&gt;our butt out of there, aunt called us and we went lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;ate chicken rice with orange juice. :) sis got very exhausted due to&lt;br /&gt;that walking round and round that we went back to our rooms&lt;br /&gt;and got ourselves refreshed. after that, dad's friend asked us to go&lt;br /&gt;to the bowling court and met cousie along with his friends in the&lt;br /&gt;snooker section. he's playing and i was like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Woah, you can play bro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got too bored that i went to the indoor and shop myself. luckily,&lt;br /&gt;there's thai fair there and i manage to buy myself something. :)&lt;br /&gt;i was so busy shopping that i forget about the time that makes&lt;br /&gt;aunt call me. went back to the room and goodnight. woke up at&lt;br /&gt;8 o'clock the next morning and went for breakfast. i didnt eat&lt;br /&gt;much but i drink a lot. i drank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;MILK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ehehehehe. :) my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;went to the themepark again and i told aunt that i wanna enjoy&lt;br /&gt;kau kau! i went to the spinner myself and blah. at around 12,&lt;br /&gt;i brought sis along with me and we went and watch 4D Motion&lt;br /&gt;Master, The Turtle's Vision. Met a very old friend of mine. i've&lt;br /&gt;got no idea whether do he still remembers me or not. for it has&lt;br /&gt;been a real long time since we last contacted each other. he's always&lt;br /&gt;the gentlemen to me. there's a lot of thing that he did that makes&lt;br /&gt;him stick to my memory. He use to be the one who saves me a&lt;br /&gt;place in the tuition, open the door for me, carry my books, and&lt;br /&gt;more. ahahahahs. (so, Dont think much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we're just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nothing special, aite?) he smiled at me and sat beside me during&lt;br /&gt;tha show. well, i just nodded and smiled back. :) right after that,&lt;br /&gt;we went for lunch along with cousie bro. after that, we went to the&lt;br /&gt;Motion Master again and this time we watched, Haunted House.&lt;br /&gt;cousin bro makes me laugh the bejeezus crap outta me especially&lt;br /&gt;when he pretended to scream when the ghost are out. i still&lt;br /&gt;couldnt get enough that i told him to accompany me to the&lt;br /&gt;theme park and get our ass on that thunder train. its something&lt;br /&gt;like a roller coaster only that it didnt turn around like 360 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;most of the games, i sat all by myself for bro have to accompany&lt;br /&gt;sis. on our train, there's many ladies that they screamed like hell&lt;br /&gt;whenever we reach the most exciting part. ahahhahas. and that&lt;br /&gt;makes me go, &lt;em&gt;"Oooooo. ahahahhahs." , "Boooooooo."&lt;/em&gt; and more&lt;br /&gt;laughs. too bad that was the last game. thanks to sis's friend who&lt;br /&gt;ruined my first day there. i should have enjoyed more. Grrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Reach home really late last night for the car gives us problem.&lt;br /&gt;if im not mistaken, its someting to do with the whatever spring&lt;br /&gt;near that tyre. and its also the reason why i skip my driving lesson&lt;br /&gt;today for i sleep really very very late last night. urm,.. its actually&lt;br /&gt;this morning. tbh, im tired right now. signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u said you L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ove and M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iss me lots, will you prove it to me? :))&lt;/strong&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/8735633921626105048-5250177676318357423?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5250177676318357423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5250177676318357423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5250177676318357423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5250177676318357423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/ooo-la-la.html' title='Ooo-la-la~'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5175097651924322540</id><published>2010-04-14T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:41:12.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i look at you.</title><content type='html'>My blisters are turning into brown scabs. but, there's still a few of&lt;br /&gt;them that havent completely dry off. i can say that its still watery&lt;br /&gt;in it. :( im wishing so much that it will all completely dry off a.s.a.p.&lt;br /&gt;im seeing people packing getting ready to get in college or maybe&lt;br /&gt;going aboard, mostly all the time. but me, im still stucking at home&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing. basically, im still waiting for that letter from my&lt;br /&gt;school saying that i will be in form6 soon or later. sadly, i havent&lt;br /&gt;receive it-yet! gosh. according to one of my junior, she said that&lt;br /&gt;the school havent receive the list from the JPP. Gotta wait for like&lt;br /&gt;everyday just for that letter. how sad. days are like very boring&lt;br /&gt;to me. everyday's just the same. wake up, breakfast, bath, a lil' bit&lt;br /&gt;of housework, facebook, Blog, iTunes, novels, lunch, nap, TV, novels,&lt;br /&gt;dinner, facebook, Msn, Blog, and good night. thats all. repeating yet&lt;br /&gt;repeating every single day. owh. Bored isnt? i've got a call from a&lt;br /&gt;close friend of mine who is now performing his national service in&lt;br /&gt;Lumut. his camp have got the privilege that they will be given a&lt;br /&gt;chance to use their cell phones everyday without giving it to their&lt;br /&gt;respective trainee's. but, there's a dumbass in his camp who have&lt;br /&gt;got nothing else better to do that he went and wrote a big notice&lt;br /&gt;and put it up on the walls that many people will pass it by. obviously&lt;br /&gt;that notice had arose the anger in every each of the comander and&lt;br /&gt;trainee's. that dumbass wrote that he hates the camp so much that&lt;br /&gt;he wish that he could burn it and saying how much he had hated&lt;br /&gt;that particular trainee and also say something that had really&lt;br /&gt;offended all the comander and trainee's. since the comander is darn&lt;br /&gt;angry right now, that he made his decision by keeping every single&lt;br /&gt;one's cell phone and can only use it on saturday nights and a must to&lt;br /&gt;return it back on sunday evening. Now dear readers, you tell me. how&lt;br /&gt;stupid can that dumbass (fyi, he's a malay boy.) be? god. he's like a&lt;br /&gt;big, huge, large, tremendous, enemy to every fine person on that&lt;br /&gt;camp. now that everyone hates him and even refuses to make friends&lt;br /&gt;with him. arhhh.. how brilliant he could be? Gosh. according to my&lt;br /&gt;friend, he got to write out a speech saying he's sorry and so on, on&lt;br /&gt;the stage in front of everyone. not only that, he also have to read out&lt;br /&gt;loud that "fine" notice that he wrote. (how embarrassing?) urgh. :s&lt;br /&gt;mum promised me by bringing me to the Pharmacy today to buy&lt;br /&gt;that Vit. E oil and also that No Scar cream to apply on. :) ah, hell.&lt;br /&gt;what else do i need? Crap! my moisturizer's empty. so do my toner.&lt;br /&gt;god. so many to buy this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;its like an angel came by and took me to heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5175097651924322540?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5175097651924322540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5175097651924322540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5175097651924322540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5175097651924322540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-blisters-are-turning-into-brown.html' title='when i look at you.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5395148445159767624</id><published>2010-04-13T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:54:34.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emergency!</title><content type='html'>i like that song by Mizznina featuring colby o'donis tittled What you&lt;br /&gt;waiting for so much. but i've got no idea of how to download it. i found&lt;br /&gt;it in this webbie and tried downloading it so many times but ended&lt;br /&gt;up with failure. it requires me to open a new account and i did. it also&lt;br /&gt;says that a verification email will be sent to me. instead, i got nothing&lt;br /&gt;like whathefuck? argh! damn it. screw it. screw it. screw it. can&lt;br /&gt;somebody help me out with this? :s i hate asking for help actually.&lt;br /&gt;and one more. have you got any idea of where am i suppose to&lt;br /&gt;download that rhiannon will you ever win by didi benami? GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezone4u.blogspot.com/2010/04/mizznina-what-you-waiting-for-mp3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://ezone4u.blogspot.com/2010/04/mizznina-what-you-waiting-for-mp3.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5395148445159767624?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5395148445159767624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5395148445159767624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5395148445159767624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5395148445159767624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/emergency.html' title='emergency!'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7444041157800449824</id><published>2010-04-12T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:21:59.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love songs</title><content type='html'>a little updates about me. well, its a good news that my blisters are&lt;br /&gt;drying off. leaving a hard, black, skin behind. and there are some&lt;br /&gt;that havent completely dry off. im still waiting for it to get itself&lt;br /&gt;done. after all those blisters dry off, im gonna buy myself a vit. E&lt;br /&gt;oil cream to apply. according to aunt Hai Ling, she said that it will&lt;br /&gt;and so gonna will make my skin looks better. :) andandand, one&lt;br /&gt;more thing. she also told me to look for a 'no scar' cream to apply&lt;br /&gt;in case there really is a scar (hopefully none, cross fingers) on my&lt;br /&gt;face. :s Daddy bought me a new sandals today. HEEHEE. and its&lt;br /&gt;black in colour. thanks, papa. :))) omg. im still wondering what&lt;br /&gt;should i wear to Genting this sunday. oh, gosh! everything happen&lt;br /&gt;oh-so-sudden. sigh. i've finish reading all the novels that i have&lt;br /&gt;on my study table. (all my novel collections are well arranged on&lt;br /&gt;my study tabel and oh, there's many of them and i need more.)&lt;br /&gt;including that house of night series that aunt bought me for my&lt;br /&gt;birthday last year. yeah, and also the new novel that mum bought&lt;br /&gt;me the other day, tittled "Love is Hell." fuhhh.. all done. and, i&lt;br /&gt;want some more. God. Mum promise to bring me to MPH again&lt;br /&gt;once i've recovered fully and make all those books mine. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;nyeheheheh~ speaking about novels, i cant get enough. its like,&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to them. i just, well. love them. i hope mummy will&lt;br /&gt;get it all for me cause, urm.. wait. let me count. one. two. three.&lt;br /&gt;four. five. six. seven. eight. :F there's eight of them. i hope mummy&lt;br /&gt;will get it for me and i promise to be angel at home. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;where is the love - Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7444041157800449824?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7444041157800449824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7444041157800449824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7444041157800449824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7444041157800449824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-songs.html' title='Love songs'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2917296844279197743</id><published>2010-04-11T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:46:25.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zortes Virus</title><content type='html'>today, my blisters seems to dry up. fast isnt it? its only the fourth&lt;br /&gt;day. yea yeah. its all  because of the medicine that im taking. its the&lt;br /&gt;latest chickenpox antibiotic medicine helps to recover even faster.&lt;br /&gt;:)))) im sooooooo glad. HEHE. that i paint my nails and sort. no&lt;br /&gt;more fever and yeah. im recovering. but the thing that matters me&lt;br /&gt;above all is that my throat is failing me like omg. the pain got so&lt;br /&gt;much painful compared to yesterday. sobx. i can really cry&lt;br /&gt;especially when im eating. goshhh.. why must it hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt; sigh. nevermind. nevermindd. neverminddd. i'll try my very best&lt;br /&gt;to endure the pain when the swallowing process is needed.&lt;br /&gt;scoliosis's is even worst. so, obviously i can get thru it like&lt;br /&gt;other kids do. Genting next sunday. OOOOHHH goooossssshhhh!&lt;br /&gt;pls, deary baby chicky poxxies. no scars for me.. :DDDD i've got&lt;br /&gt;addicted to Justin Bieber's Never Let You Go. i kno someone got&lt;br /&gt;so forcefully to say the word he is sooooo cute. ahahhahas. im so&lt;br /&gt;sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is missing you part of my living now? i read that line. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2917296844279197743?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2917296844279197743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2917296844279197743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2917296844279197743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2917296844279197743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/zortes-virus.html' title='Zortes Virus'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5390140510406020278</id><published>2010-04-10T08:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:10:09.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobs.</title><content type='html'>day three of me having chickenpox. it havent itch me that much yet&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that it will so soon. i couldnt sleep well last night for my&lt;br /&gt;chickenpox are hurting and itching me. sigh. i've got to wake up so&lt;br /&gt;many times just to apply that calamine lotion on me. its tiring. i cant&lt;br /&gt;eat spicy food, seafood, fried food and sour drinks or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;for my throat fails me. im eating porridge like everyday and got to&lt;br /&gt;take in soft food just like a toddler. gosh. whenever i try to swallow&lt;br /&gt;something, my throat will definately hurts me like shit. its like, i can&lt;br /&gt;feel something blocking inside. according to the doctor, even our&lt;br /&gt;alimentary canal will be full with chicken pox when you're having it.&lt;br /&gt;my cousins cant stop gawking at me especially when im applying that&lt;br /&gt;calamine lotion all over my face. im still worrying that it will leave me&lt;br /&gt;scars and yeah, its like hell if there's scars on my face. mum said that&lt;br /&gt;there will be none if im angel enough for not scratching it. but aunt&lt;br /&gt;said that, those big ones with fluid inside will leave some. i'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;if there is. god. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5390140510406020278?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5390140510406020278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5390140510406020278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5390140510406020278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5390140510406020278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobs.html' title='sobs.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6978176784303542877</id><published>2010-04-09T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:24:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken chicken chickenPox</title><content type='html'>God. i shall name yesterday as disaster day. im having quite high&lt;br /&gt;fever yesterday morning at around 6. after sending brother to&lt;br /&gt;school, mum and aunt thought of bringing me to the 24hours&lt;br /&gt;clinic for a check-up. when we reach there, got down from the car,&lt;br /&gt;went into the clinic and WTF! the doctor isnt there yet. according&lt;br /&gt;to the nurse, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss ar, doctor will be here only at 8AM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what? i thought this is a 24hour's clinic and you're telling me that the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doctor will only &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be here by 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;errr... yalorr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to the next 24hours clinic again. and the same thing&lt;br /&gt;happened. we have got no choice but to go Restaurant Foo Shan to&lt;br /&gt;buy breakfast and go home right after that. reach home, slept for&lt;br /&gt;like an hour plus. mum woke me up again and brought me to the&lt;br /&gt;other doctor. yeah, i am having fever, sorethroat and body ache.&lt;br /&gt;kinda relieve to hear that actually. :) later on, the doctor told me&lt;br /&gt;that shez worried that it might not be a normal fever but dengue.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i ate the medicine as soon as i reach home. after the 3rd time&lt;br /&gt;taking the medicine, red spots started to spread all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was the symptoms of dengue but my thought broke&lt;br /&gt;after i showed aunt. she said that its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chickenpox&lt;/span&gt; actually. so, then&lt;br /&gt;we rush to the clinic near Jusco, named &lt;em&gt;Clinic Revin.&lt;/em&gt; the doctor&lt;br /&gt;gave me antibiotics, itchy medicine and calamine lotion to apply&lt;br /&gt;on. aunt said that it will become worst today and will start to go&lt;br /&gt;off  by tomorrow. i swear that i didnt touch it and i've even stared at&lt;br /&gt;the mirror for billion, trillion, gazallion of time. god!! that poxxy&lt;br /&gt;thingy is now on my face. &lt;em&gt;*ohmyfuckingarse.*&lt;/em&gt; its not itchy yet but&lt;br /&gt;its painful that my entire body feels so dead the whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the 18th i will be going Genting for hols.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine me going there like this? Grrr... c'mon, baby&lt;br /&gt;chicky pox. dont leave me any scar cause i'll definately not going&lt;br /&gt;to miss you! one more thing, i suppose to go to MGS's pesta ria&lt;br /&gt;this saturday and i missed it like wtf! i suppose to go shopping with&lt;br /&gt;my aunts this sunday ans i missed it too. arghhh! one thing im&lt;br /&gt;glad of is that, this chiky pox doesnt visits me when im having&lt;br /&gt;PMR, or SPM examination. Geezz.. consider lucky, huh? =F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, pls dont leave me any scar. i swear i will not touch you. xoxo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-6978176784303542877?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6978176784303542877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6978176784303542877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6978176784303542877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6978176784303542877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicken-chicken-chickenpox.html' title='chicken chicken chickenPox'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4982296416599638354</id><published>2010-04-04T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:26:45.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Hell.</title><content type='html'>All im gonna say is, "Ah, Crap!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she, with beautiful exterior to the cold, calculating person within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4982296416599638354?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4982296416599638354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4982296416599638354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4982296416599638354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4982296416599638354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-hell.html' title='Ah, Hell.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2619701229082387903</id><published>2010-03-31T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:01:16.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love--not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand times good night, A thousand times the worse, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to want thy light. Love goes towards love as schoolboys &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from their books, but Love from love, towards school &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with heavy looks..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many had asked me what does that means and there are some who&lt;br /&gt;think its confusing. ahahahahs. its a love Haiku and i picked this line&lt;br /&gt;from Romeo&amp;amp;Juliet novel. some might had thought that i've fallen in&lt;br /&gt;love. but the truth is, none. its just, i like the Haiku up there. i dont&lt;br /&gt;know why. i just like it. Its confusing yet meaningful. You, the one&lt;br /&gt;who's reading this might not share the same thought as me, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;okay. whatever. i might not be in the right mood these few days that&lt;br /&gt;is why im reading most of the time. I still cant get over it. i cant get&lt;br /&gt;over the grief that i've created. i get annoyed very easily and might&lt;br /&gt;even go moody for no proper reason. im not PMS-ing or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i think i really need to talk to a counsellor before i really goes mad.&lt;br /&gt;i do really hope that my parents will understand me for this very&lt;br /&gt;moment. sigh. I hate it so much when some chauvinistic human&lt;br /&gt;beings cant stop talking about the topic that i cant get over with.&lt;br /&gt;They arent blind or maybe they are "blind" temporarily that they&lt;br /&gt;keep repeating and repeating the same old shits over and over again&lt;br /&gt;right before my face! i cant say anything especially when they are&lt;br /&gt;way much older than me. For that sec, i really wish that im will&lt;br /&gt;turn into ashes or maybe invisible so that i can simply walk away.&lt;br /&gt;TBSS, i didnt. im still sitting there solidly, listening to it. it pretty&lt;br /&gt;hurts. but, what can i do? its all over already. i cant do a thing&lt;br /&gt;anymore right now. they should understand that its all facts and&lt;br /&gt;its OVER! Crap! its already over for like half a year. cant they just&lt;br /&gt;shut their mouths and get over it like the way i do? &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHUTHEFUCKEDUP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2619701229082387903?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2619701229082387903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2619701229082387903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2619701229082387903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2619701229082387903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-love-not.html' title='In love--not'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-9056941004673423837</id><published>2010-03-26T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:08:04.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've learn to appreciate life;</title><content type='html'>the smell of the medicine still lingers in the cardigan that i wore&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. yeah. i havent wash it yet and of course i wont be&lt;br /&gt;wearing it to movie tonight. ahahahahs. i've been in and out of the&lt;br /&gt;hospital for the past two days. dont ask for the reason. its private.&lt;br /&gt;when i pass by those wads and see those people who had just done&lt;br /&gt;their surgery or whatever, my heart aches. but, i cant do anything&lt;br /&gt;except for that silent prayer that i murmured beneath my breath.&lt;br /&gt;i swear that i will perform my duty-fully when im of-fi-cial-ly&lt;br /&gt;pronounced as a nurse. yes, i will. many had told me that i must be&lt;br /&gt;a very strong person because i will be witnessing death before my&lt;br /&gt;eyes, anytime. and i sometimes doubt that i can be like the someone&lt;br /&gt;that they had mentioned since i can cry very very easily? SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that i can grow lots more faster and stronger each day&lt;br /&gt;so that the same old blardy problem dont have to bug me and no&lt;br /&gt;more tears to be shed. hmm. whatever. Gotta go Parade this sunday&lt;br /&gt;to shop for everything that i ever needed. ooooo. Cash to be spenT.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i still need to look for that Big white flower clip for aunt's&lt;br /&gt;wedding. i wonder where to find it. *scratch head*   i sometimes&lt;br /&gt;wonder why must some people tend to kill themselves when they&lt;br /&gt;cant be able to solve some of their major problems. cant they think&lt;br /&gt;of those people who have to go in and out of the hospital almost&lt;br /&gt;everyday or maybe those who are lying in their sick bed? sigh. and&lt;br /&gt;me, cant stop complaining of the pain that im having due to scoliosis.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to stop complaining and start believing that its all God's&lt;br /&gt;decision and its of no point for me to complain all day long when it&lt;br /&gt;will never get any better when i ever complains. right? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've learn to appreciate life and never afraid of losing life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-9056941004673423837?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9056941004673423837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=9056941004673423837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/9056941004673423837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/9056941004673423837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-learn-to-appreciate-life.html' title='i&apos;ve learn to appreciate life;'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6791996268953400557</id><published>2010-03-20T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:04:24.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red, the colour of blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S6RJKoYZvPI/AAAAAAAABRo/6K6oVxSLqKY/s1600-h/DSC08248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450561896012430578" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S6RJKoYZvPI/AAAAAAAABRo/6K6oVxSLqKY/s400/DSC08248.JPG" border="0" /&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;when i look at the sky in the dark, im hoping to see a big, round,&lt;br /&gt;bright moon shining on me. and whenever i see it, i'll close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and make my very wish. hoping that it will come true someday. but,&lt;br /&gt;that someday is still so faraway. Vampyres. this word will definately&lt;br /&gt;cross my mind after the wishing part. people said that everytime&lt;br /&gt;when its full moon, thats the night or the hour for the vampyres to&lt;br /&gt;be all out hunting for their very precious, blood. back in my younger&lt;br /&gt;days, i use to asked mummy a very silly question whenever i sees&lt;br /&gt;the moon hung brightly on the sky. and so the little me begins, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ma, will i be meeting mr/ms. vampyre, since its full moon tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*giggles* no, sweetheart. you wont wish to see mr/ms. vampyres if there really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;no ma, i wish to meet them. i wonder if they can tell me whats the taste of blood until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wants to drink it most of the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;silly girl! there's no vampyres in this world anymore. its all tales. perhaps, they do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;exist a trillion decades ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so, that means there's no vampyres anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;honey, there's none. go to bed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. goodnight mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahhas. Dear readers, now you tell me how sillier could i be?&lt;br /&gt;mummy said that im not silly but naive and eager to know more.&lt;br /&gt;intrigued. yeah.the right word. and finally one day i got the "chance"&lt;br /&gt;to kno how does blood tastes like. that was when i first experience&lt;br /&gt;nose bleed in primary. blood flow heavily that covered my chin and&lt;br /&gt;neck. it then drip into my mouth and i accidentally tasted it. i was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"euuu...i didnt kno why the vampyres have bloodlust since blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;taste so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;awfully bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that was what my respond was like when i tastes it.&lt;br /&gt;*laugh like mad* how stupid. and it makes me think of it today&lt;br /&gt;be-cause, im having nose bleed quite often these days and headache&lt;br /&gt;in the same time. i dont kno why. maybe its due to the hot weather&lt;br /&gt;that we are having here, in malaysia. ah, God. blood will drop from&lt;br /&gt;my nose all of a sudden when im busy with something or maybe even&lt;br /&gt;when im lying down doing nothing. i dont get it why. and the next fine&lt;br /&gt;minute is headache. i can really lose more weight if this continues to&lt;br /&gt;happen to me. i sometimes wonder whathehell is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;am i dying or what? its like, i've gone from bad to worst. it pretty&lt;br /&gt;sucks when i have to taste my own blood in my throat each time it&lt;br /&gt;bleeds. God, it makes me feel like drinking ice all the time. owhh..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will make me feel better? urm.. no idea. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;there's sweetness behind bitterness and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-6791996268953400557?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6791996268953400557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6791996268953400557' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6791996268953400557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6791996268953400557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-colour-of-blood.html' title='red, the colour of blood'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S6RJKoYZvPI/AAAAAAAABRo/6K6oVxSLqKY/s72-c/DSC08248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6464322325259852612</id><published>2010-03-19T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:15:08.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its okay with me.</title><content type='html'>So im here blogging again. and i didnt know what more i can say so i&lt;br /&gt;just wrote this to help you understand eventho, i kno that you wont&lt;br /&gt;be reading this. yeah, everytime after all the arguing between you&lt;br /&gt;and me, i feel upset and i will begin to cry. the reason why i cry is&lt;br /&gt;because i never knew that i have hurt you this bad. till the day when&lt;br /&gt;you actually tell me whats your hope on me, i couldnt hold it back&lt;br /&gt;but let it all out, tears. i can forget everything but i cant forget the&lt;br /&gt;tender way you teach me words that im not familiar with till late&lt;br /&gt;night and the moment when you first told me your hope. i knew&lt;br /&gt;that all your hope had shattered by me and you might lose those&lt;br /&gt;all those confidence that you once had in me. i cant say sorry any&lt;br /&gt;more for i should be sorry for what i've done and 've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i've hurt you in many ways either thru speech or action.&lt;br /&gt;i do really hope that someone have told me what the hell that i've&lt;br /&gt;done. there's no point saying the word regret anymore now for it&lt;br /&gt;have all happened right before my eyes. right? sigh. now that you&lt;br /&gt;have made your very decision by taking away something that i&lt;br /&gt;almost-cant-live- without. its hard for me to do so but i have to obey&lt;br /&gt;it since i've been sinning since the day i was born. i kno that you're&lt;br /&gt;doing all this for my own good. and i will treat it as a punishment to&lt;br /&gt;what i've done. sigh. now that i will have to do my form6 back in my&lt;br /&gt;school and you insisted me to stay in my own school instead of&lt;br /&gt;transfering. i just... well, i dont kno what else can i say. sigh. i&lt;br /&gt;sometimes feels like im suffocating and there's no more space for me&lt;br /&gt;to breathe. i just wish that you wont take the decision that you have&lt;br /&gt;made so seriously. yes, i kno that you're fear that i will not do well in&lt;br /&gt;my STPM like what i've done in my SPM. i kno that. but, i promise&lt;br /&gt;that i shall not repeat it,--never. oh my god. im being too emotional&lt;br /&gt;today. *drying the tears* but nevermind, its okay with me. i should&lt;br /&gt;actually thank you for making this decision. its a good thing too so&lt;br /&gt;that i can concentrate 100% on my studies, right? it pretty hurts&lt;br /&gt;right now. but i guess soon or later, i will get use to it. i am so gonna&lt;br /&gt;will get use to it. Thanks, mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;even if it kills me but, i still miss you with the X and O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-6464322325259852612?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6464322325259852612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6464322325259852612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6464322325259852612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6464322325259852612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-okay-with-me.html' title='its okay with me.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-421321825890151976</id><published>2010-03-18T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:14:52.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungover</title><content type='html'>with my cousin bugging me for three days long in my house.&lt;br /&gt;practically, we did nothing much but chatting most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i didnt knew that holiday would be this bored to me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish that i can go back to school once again with my&lt;br /&gt;compadre's, laughing, giggling and doing things that we use to&lt;br /&gt;do. i do really miss that very moment. hmm.. special birthday&lt;br /&gt;shoutout to one of my friend, JOSHUA VOO. i hope you're&lt;br /&gt;reading this post right here. sorry, im way too lazy to upload&lt;br /&gt;your picture here so, Happy Blast 18th Birthday. ahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;you're now older than me. :P *dont get mad* oh yeah, speaking&lt;br /&gt;about school days, i will be starting my school life once again in&lt;br /&gt;just prolly another 2 more months. :s sounds fast, isnt it? but, in&lt;br /&gt;me im totally excited + freaked out. i wonder what kindof human&lt;br /&gt;beings i will be meeting later. but, most probab-LY, chinese. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;you're right. dont get so suprise when i said chinese here. fyi, i&lt;br /&gt;dont really likes people of my own race. weird, huh? yes. name&lt;br /&gt;me one. whatever. i use to be with those malays and indians back&lt;br /&gt;in school since the age of 7 until now. i remember back in those&lt;br /&gt;days when my parents complain saying that im bringing indian&lt;br /&gt;accent into my english language whenever words are out from my&lt;br /&gt;mouth. ahahahas. and, it still happens now--as in, sometimes. not&lt;br /&gt;all the time. *winks* the reason why, i dont have to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;you can already guess. am i right? i think i've posted about this&lt;br /&gt;quite lots of time but i hope you wont mind reading it again. heees.&lt;br /&gt;she, who was my compadre since 9 till now. of 10years friendship&lt;br /&gt;that we finally have to bid goodbye to each other. its saddening&lt;br /&gt;when i got to know that she might not be doing her form6 with me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i do hope that she can make thru it. okay, lets skip. i dont&lt;br /&gt;wish to sound oh-so-saddening-all-of-a-sudden. :)) well, movie&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow with the other friend of mine who i knew her since ....&lt;br /&gt;ermm... 9 too, i guess. ahahhahahhas. she will be off to philipines&lt;br /&gt;later and i thought of going out with her, having a long chat with&lt;br /&gt;her and the end of the day. might be watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in JayJay tomorrow. its all might and under consideration. we're&lt;br /&gt;actually still deciding whether to go,-not? hmmm... prolly, we&lt;br /&gt;wont make it. LOL. its hard to say sometimes about something&lt;br /&gt;that is my topsecret. i bet everyone has her/his own secret right?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i know that you'll miss me a lot and yeah, i will do the&lt;br /&gt;same too. :D Glad? you should. &lt;em&gt;"J, i hope you will find your very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;own college, soooo soon. :D" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last but not least,&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOSHUA&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;VOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;in the dark, you're the only shiny star that i can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-421321825890151976?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/421321825890151976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=421321825890151976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/421321825890151976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/421321825890151976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/hungover.html' title='Hungover'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-7953795752680721558</id><published>2010-03-16T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:35:36.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>went Klebang instead of Taiping last sunday. since Hai Shan aunt's&lt;br /&gt;wedding is drawing closer and closer, everyone at home is getting&lt;br /&gt;so excited that they cant stop shopping for this and thats. and me&lt;br /&gt;as the bride's maid, i've got nothing much to do except for choosing&lt;br /&gt;the oh-so-right-make up for the buffet night, dinner night, and the&lt;br /&gt;wedding day. aunt help me with those make up's and hair-do. tbh,&lt;br /&gt;they looks great. *not me but the make up's*. they even bought&lt;br /&gt;the bride's maid's dress for me and my cousin sister. we accidentally&lt;br /&gt;looks like twins. ignore our heights. obviously, the dress is in white&lt;br /&gt;and with a big bow at the side of the dress. its a tank top with ,&lt;br /&gt;spagetti strips hung over our shoulders. i actually kinda like it. for&lt;br /&gt;mum said that i looks more matured and the word feminine. hees..&lt;br /&gt;im glad that she said that. the major problem now is that, im not&lt;br /&gt;ready with the hair-do for the wedding day. oh gosh. big deal. yes.&lt;br /&gt;big big deal. make up books and hair-do books is all over my room&lt;br /&gt;now and i still cant make my decision of which hair-do to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. whatever. i guess, i will have to look for a big white flower clip&lt;br /&gt;and clip up my hair like siobhan magnus in American Idol. ahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;she's my favourite among the girls. :))) hmm.. or maybe, i should&lt;br /&gt;curl up my hair? but, im fear that i'll be outtof time. sighh. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;aunt wants karaoke session during the buffet night and she&lt;br /&gt;requested me to sing love songs. i've chose 5 old songs that she'd&lt;br /&gt;consider it, "romantic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;song #1 ; the wedding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;song #2 ; the power of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;song #3 ; love me tender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;song #4 ; moon river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;song #5 ; speak softly love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those lyrics really freaked me out when im singing it. its like gosh.&lt;br /&gt;but, it reminds me of somebody too. ahhahas. whatever. wanna&lt;br /&gt;see me in that dress, view my Facebook profile and you'll see it.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i've got only two of those picture, i'll be taking more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the best part of beauty is that no picture can express. :3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-7953795752680721558?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7953795752680721558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=7953795752680721558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7953795752680721558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/7953795752680721558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2941219822963772997</id><published>2010-03-13T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:10:27.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya estoy de vuelta.</title><content type='html'>Je t’adore, Je t’adore ,&lt;br /&gt;Make a move, do the thing ,&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, strike a pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i promise this, tears means weakness. but i'll never stop tryin'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2941219822963772997?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2941219822963772997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2941219822963772997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2941219822963772997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2941219822963772997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/je-tadore-je-tadore-make-move-do-thing.html' title='Ya estoy de vuelta.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5151325939019386681</id><published>2010-03-12T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:43:18.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence.</title><content type='html'>people keep on asking about my results and i dont feel like living&lt;br /&gt;when they does that. my face feels so burning hot and tears will&lt;br /&gt;eventually fall and roll down my cheeks. my parents study my&lt;br /&gt;face expression for a couple of minutes when i first told them my&lt;br /&gt;results and i kno that i've brought such a big disappointment to&lt;br /&gt;them. then i start turning off my phone and locking myself up in&lt;br /&gt;the study room with my novel. i force myself to finish that 3 thick&lt;br /&gt;novel in a months time, in which you will see me reading the whole&lt;br /&gt;day long for i feel that my vocabulary is still so shallow. i feel like&lt;br /&gt;crying eventho it feels so much better after crying but i stop myself&lt;br /&gt;from doing that. each time i feel like doing it, i'll prick my finger&lt;br /&gt;with something sharp when i feel like that. i kno that i should be&lt;br /&gt;positive and thats why i keep reminding myself over and over&lt;br /&gt;again, not to cry but keep smiling like nothings wrong for, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;means weakness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me eventho i've cried for like billion-th,&lt;br /&gt;trillion-th, and gazallion-th time before this. but, i think i shall not&lt;br /&gt;repeat that same old "hobby" that i use to do. when their images&lt;br /&gt;fill my head, my heart feel so painful as if a big huge heavy stone&lt;br /&gt;just punched my heart. back in these very few days i kept on&lt;br /&gt;imagining my parents's smile and laughter when they got to know&lt;br /&gt;that i've get the results that i've been expecting all this while. but&lt;br /&gt;when i got the results slip, all i can do is &lt;strong&gt;"sorry".&lt;/strong&gt; the word sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i kno that it couldnt cure the dissappointment that i've brought&lt;br /&gt;them. eventho when they smile, i do sense that disappointment&lt;br /&gt;in them. sigh. i really wish that im qualified in the sixth form's&lt;br /&gt;science stream so that i could do hell more better than what i've&lt;br /&gt;been doing. tbh, i've not open my mouth to talk since yesterday&lt;br /&gt;afternoon when i reached home. the enviroment turned to be so&lt;br /&gt;cold, dark and gloomy when im home. before this, it use to be so&lt;br /&gt;noisy with my voice shouting, screaming, laughing and singing. ever&lt;br /&gt;since yesterday, --no more. its like, as if a goddess have taken away&lt;br /&gt;those joy and happiness from me. a smile could hardly be seen on&lt;br /&gt;my lips. this morning, i accompanied mum to the clinic to take her&lt;br /&gt;blood test. i didnt open my mouth to talk at all. i know that she had&lt;br /&gt;tried to break that unusual silence that i've made. fyi, i dont use to&lt;br /&gt;be an oh-so-quiet-person for im noisy and loves to complain so&lt;br /&gt;much. but all this silence started since yesterday. i know it might be&lt;br /&gt;uneasy for my parents but by now, i still cant accept that ugly&lt;br /&gt;truth. its undeniable, and i kno it. i just cant believe my eyes when&lt;br /&gt;all this happened as in when i got to know all this. but, what else&lt;br /&gt;can i do besides hope? you're right. i should act right. remember&lt;br /&gt;what i use to say every first day of the year? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"cherish the good, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;forget bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i think i should take those words seriously now. i do&lt;br /&gt;really hope that the unusual silence in me will start to fade and will&lt;br /&gt;never last so long. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i do believe in second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5151325939019386681?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5151325939019386681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5151325939019386681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5151325939019386681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5151325939019386681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/silence.html' title='silence.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-75699504315212740</id><published>2010-03-10T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:00:23.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy, not?</title><content type='html'>SPM result will be tomorrow. it should be like a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh my god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" news&lt;br /&gt;to me. but instead, im still &lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt; with it. when the first time i got&lt;br /&gt;the news saying that spm's results day will be on the 11th March,&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop myself from jumping and those words naturally poured&lt;br /&gt;out--as in all out. fuuhh.. thats bad. i kno. but, when i sit back and&lt;br /&gt;thought to myself, its kinda fast. isnt it? sigh. i heard over the news&lt;br /&gt;saying that there's earthquake in Taiwan causes blah blah number&lt;br /&gt;of deaths and those who got injured. just when i was about to&lt;br /&gt;question daddy dearest about the trip to Shanghai, daddy said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;our trip got cancelled.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whathe... but why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blame the eathquake for that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wtf*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and that trip will be after your STPM.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, okay. WHAT?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. brilliant daddy went and cancel it off and make it after my&lt;br /&gt;STPM. sigh. you're really brilliant daddy. which means i still have&lt;br /&gt;to rot at home for the next 2 months before i get into form6. hell!&lt;br /&gt;FML. i should be MLAS to prevent further arguement between me&lt;br /&gt;and mum. i got no idea of why i cant get along with my mum these&lt;br /&gt;very few days. she often get my nerves on by saying something&lt;br /&gt;that i dont like. oh, whatever. i dont mean to back stab my mum&lt;br /&gt;here, in my blog. but that's the truth. sigh. forget about it. when&lt;br /&gt;im reading the house of night series, i sometimes wish that the&lt;br /&gt;school of night do really exists in this world. ahahahahs. how silly&lt;br /&gt;am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-75699504315212740?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/75699504315212740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=75699504315212740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/75699504315212740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/75699504315212740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-not.html' title='happy, not?'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4522995502743857033</id><published>2010-03-05T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:11:49.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="'ft(" href="http://apps.facebook.com/predictions-online/?stream=source_v1&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yee called Anita the online Psychic to know her future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anita said:&lt;br /&gt;''Yee sweetheart, don't stress over something because you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;understand it. The key to making things work is listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally get it. i think i should start learning that word that people&lt;br /&gt;use to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mind your own bussiness."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i somehow understand what&lt;br /&gt;does it mean with the word. you can hate me like the way you hate&lt;br /&gt;your enemies, stab me like the way you have always wanted but&lt;br /&gt;never give up in the thing that you have been doing. tears flowing&lt;br /&gt;like rivers might help but mind you, it doesnt worth it. when you're&lt;br /&gt;reading this, i know that you must be thinking that i really am a good&lt;br /&gt;actress right? trying to be the angel and demon in the same time.&lt;br /&gt;mind you again, im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I'm just coming out and I'm going to clearly be myself - I write what I feel, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never worry what others think. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4522995502743857033?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4522995502743857033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4522995502743857033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4522995502743857033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4522995502743857033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/yee-called-anita-online-psychic-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-5160443409195669678</id><published>2010-03-03T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:37:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"... so much for my happy ending ..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familiar with the song? yes. the song that avril lavigne sang. i've&lt;br /&gt;been going in and out of my school these very days. everyday&lt;br /&gt;when i stepped into the school compund, im bringing new hope,&lt;br /&gt;wishing that there's no lightning follows thunder, waiting inside&lt;br /&gt;me and in all the juniors, everytime the practice officially announced&lt;br /&gt;"over", by the president.. two days back, i went for 2 movies in a&lt;br /&gt;day with my parents hoping that, that could be a break fer me and&lt;br /&gt;so, it did like what i've expected. i laughed throughout the movie&lt;br /&gt;and when i reached home, got myself cleaned and i slept. sun rises&lt;br /&gt;the next morning and i thought of going back to school but i've got&lt;br /&gt;something to deal with--. obvious enough. i didnt make it to go back&lt;br /&gt;to the school. i called the person that i thought i could reach. but&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i didnt. but i've never give up. i tried calling and keep&lt;br /&gt;calling till the next day comes, tuesday. again, i called. and finally,&lt;br /&gt;a Lord's daughter answered. from that cool, rough voice i knew that&lt;br /&gt;it was one of my closest friend who i've never take her as my junior,&lt;br /&gt;Eshan. i finally got what the hell is happening and yeah, i've made up&lt;br /&gt;my mind and will never want to kno or even help the uniform body&lt;br /&gt;that i love and devoted in so much, SJAM. i didnt get it why must&lt;br /&gt;some stucked up human being off their cell phones and didnt even&lt;br /&gt;reply textes that are sent to them. fine, maybe they dont have&lt;br /&gt;enough credit to do so. but, please dont tell me that they are 24/7&lt;br /&gt;away from their cell phones? i dont believe in that. even Eshan told&lt;br /&gt;me that. either they off their cell phones or maybe send someone to&lt;br /&gt;simply answer the call and say that she's not in or whatever. people&lt;br /&gt;dont call for purpose. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*what-a-turd*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that very minute when Eshan&lt;br /&gt;told me whats happening and so on, i feel like im all bubble up and&lt;br /&gt;boiled over. i could hear my own voice screaming inside me.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could just grab a fucking freak and bang his/her head&lt;br /&gt;to the wall. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;how i wish i could do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ARGH! i promised Sab, to bring a&lt;br /&gt;"sir" to the school and watch them. but, Eshan told me that, i will&lt;br /&gt;be wasting my damn time bringing the "sir" in cause, there will be&lt;br /&gt;no training or meeting on wednesday, and which is today. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;he purposely take a day off just to come to our school and watch&lt;br /&gt;the juniors march and there's no training, today? ohhh.. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;i owe him another big time, just because of this! fuck it. im mad&lt;br /&gt;enough. oh, fine! Im Quiting this Bloody job right here. yes mind&lt;br /&gt;you, i-am-qui-ting. Darn happy right? fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;hate me. you will so going to be doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-5160443409195669678?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5160443409195669678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=5160443409195669678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5160443409195669678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/5160443409195669678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-ending.html' title='Happy Ending.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-4795493779070081777</id><published>2010-02-27T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:18:43.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:c</title><content type='html'>imSPEECHLESS,baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-4795493779070081777?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4795493779070081777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=4795493779070081777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4795493779070081777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/4795493779070081777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/c.html' title=':c'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8465659776577807678</id><published>2010-02-24T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:52:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJAM - N/C3</title><content type='html'>went back to SMK Raja Perempuan with meow. the school that&lt;br /&gt;i love and hate the most. seems like nothing changed in tha school. &lt;br /&gt;everything remains the same. the food, toilet, field, the everything&lt;br /&gt;there. even teachers. ahahahs. i've always hope that this year's&lt;br /&gt;squad will be much more better than what last year was.&lt;br /&gt;but to my dismay, it have gone from bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, im expecting too much, aite? sigh. i just cant control the&lt;br /&gt;sudden adrenaline rush in me. i cant control my temper today.&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea of why. i need a break. yeah, yes.. i need it so much.&lt;br /&gt;i thought there will be 20 plus members in a squad. but when i&lt;br /&gt;reached there, there's only 11 of them. i was like, wtf? what do&lt;br /&gt;you expect me to train? again, i keep that efff* word from coming&lt;br /&gt;out. yeah, i've succeed. i didnt. i kept it in me. i pull myself away&lt;br /&gt;from the squad hoping that my anger will ease. i took a walk&lt;br /&gt;with meow buying drink for my huney, penny. bought it, gave&lt;br /&gt;it to her. train again. i thought after a break, they will be so much&lt;br /&gt;better, but tho i was wrong. the way they actually march make&lt;br /&gt;me feel so mad and they looks like, the seniors which is us,&lt;br /&gt;doesnt really teach them how to march?? but, we've taught them&lt;br /&gt;thousand, billion, trillion times. and the result is ZERO. wth?&lt;br /&gt;then what for, me and meow going back to the school training&lt;br /&gt;them? standing under the hot sun? why dont i stay at home,&lt;br /&gt;enjoying myself under the air-cond? its because i dont wish to&lt;br /&gt;see the squad to fall. i dont wish to see it. i dont want division&lt;br /&gt;N/C 3, to be a joke among all the other uniform bodies in RPS!&lt;br /&gt;we, the St John members had won the marching competition for&lt;br /&gt;2 consecutive years. i've always hope and wish to hear the&lt;br /&gt;news saying that SJAM won again, this year. i guess my hope&lt;br /&gt;will be shared among the seniors from year '07, till '10 batch.&lt;br /&gt;please girls, lend us a cooperative hands. please.  girls. i kno,&lt;br /&gt;you've tried your best but give out your very best. try&lt;br /&gt;remembering what we have taught you. practice it at home!&lt;br /&gt;c'mon girls! where have all your spirit gone? sigh. im gonna&lt;br /&gt;watch movie tonight with parents. gonna watch dad's idol, Jackie&lt;br /&gt;chan in Little Big soldier. its a comedy movie i think. not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;today's more like a mess to me. gonna have a break. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fer you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i passed by your blog today. read that post. feel like crying when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i was reading the last line above those big letters. yeah, you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;rushing. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gimme time.&lt;/span&gt; most probably, i will be complaining to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this whole night. im feelin' so sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8465659776577807678?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8465659776577807678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8465659776577807678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8465659776577807678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8465659776577807678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/sjam-nc3.html' title='SJAM - N/C3'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8721135138575553943</id><published>2010-02-23T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:47:11.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>went Jayjay to watch True Legend last night with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;got nagged all the way from home till' jayjay fer not booking it,&lt;br /&gt;earlier. sigh. luckily, there is tickets left for us. i was like, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nothing. heehees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the movie will start at 8.30PM sharp, and my watch shows only&lt;br /&gt;7.45PM. and we went straight to the foodcourt fer Dinner of&lt;br /&gt;course. i ate Una Don for thats my favourite. (: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;the enviroment was like oh-so-bored and so i turn on my iPod&lt;br /&gt;to "entertain" myself. ...&lt;em&gt;take a dirty picture for me, take a dirty...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the first line that i heard. i like that song. its Dirty picture&lt;br /&gt;from Ke$ha feat Taio Cruz. and the second song comes like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Blah blah blah...&lt;/em&gt; its from Ke$ha also. ahahahs. and for that&lt;br /&gt;moment my head's full with Ke$ha's. mum and dad's done with&lt;br /&gt;their foooooood and we went up to the cinema eventho its not&lt;br /&gt;8.30 yet. there's no place to sit outside the cinema and so we&lt;br /&gt;stood. standing there, looking at the True Legend bannner and&lt;br /&gt;i smiled. the movie that i'll be watching. just when i was about&lt;br /&gt;to look away, someone caught my attention. Him, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. walking&lt;br /&gt;to my direction with a lil' girl next to him. she looks more like&lt;br /&gt;him and that must be his sister. thought of saying the word Hi,&lt;br /&gt;but mum pulled me to the other corner. the 6th song that fills&lt;br /&gt;my eardrum was from Leighton Meester, &lt;em&gt;Somebody to love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda weird standing at that particular corner away&lt;br /&gt;from everyone. i then heard, dad's voice calling me. when i&lt;br /&gt;walk towards him, all he said was nothing? Grrrr... fine. i&lt;br /&gt;stood there again with mum looking at the movie banner that&lt;br /&gt;i'll be watching later. just when i was about to pull my attention&lt;br /&gt;to the other corner, he passed me by. as fast as the lightning.&lt;br /&gt;i thought maybe he didnt noticed me, or maybe he's avoiding&lt;br /&gt;me. but, thats impossible that he cant see me. right? i was&lt;br /&gt;standing right behind him, a meter away. fyi, he was buying&lt;br /&gt;drinks and pop corn that time. he then, went straight to capcom.&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. thats all i can say. nobody kno's what he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;forget about it. the ticket that i got was &lt;em&gt;D10, 11, and 12.&lt;/em&gt; which&lt;br /&gt;means its the 4rd row away from the screen. i kinda hate the&lt;br /&gt;enviroment in teh cinema when im surrounded by couples all&lt;br /&gt;over me. D-U-H. the movie's awesome. its about a guy named,&lt;br /&gt;Su who's a brave soldier. he rescued the prince from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"bad mans"&lt;/em&gt; with his god-brother, Yuan. the Prince then,&lt;br /&gt;decided to choose Su as the Gabenor and he even criticised Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;Yuan, who was outside the tent overheard their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Su, refused to be the Gabenor and he went all the way home&lt;br /&gt;when sun rises the next day. he lived a happy life with Ying, his&lt;br /&gt;wife, younger sister of Yuan and his son, Feng. one day, Yuan&lt;br /&gt;returned home to where, Su's family lived and also the place&lt;br /&gt;where he grew up. Su's father suspected his homecoming and&lt;br /&gt;therefore he warned Su and Ying to be extra careful. while Su&lt;br /&gt;is busy outside, Yuan killed Su's father and even took his head&lt;br /&gt;for Su's father killed Yuan's father. when Su got the news that&lt;br /&gt;his father is killed, he fighted with Yuan. Su lost. Yuan threw him&lt;br /&gt;into the Hwang Ho river. Ying was there too, she cant bear to&lt;br /&gt;lose her husband and so she jumped into the river. pity lil' Feng&lt;br /&gt;who have to live a miserable life with his uncle, Yuan. miraculously,&lt;br /&gt;Ying and Su is still alive and they live in the woods with Yu.&lt;br /&gt;Yu, is the only one living in that woods. she's a wine maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fyi, Yu is our Datuk Michelle Yeoh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su's right tendon is teared and he wont be able to use his right&lt;br /&gt;hand for sometime. he lost his confidence and stop practising&lt;br /&gt;wushu. Ying and Su fought. Ying got mad to see Su, drinking&lt;br /&gt;for the whole day long. one day, Su got his confidence back&lt;br /&gt;and start practicing his wushu everyday until he lived in his own&lt;br /&gt;fantasy world that he see's the God of Wushu who is Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;He practised everyday and Ying is afraid that he will be a pyscho&lt;br /&gt;soon. she then, made up her mind of rescueing her son, Feng&lt;br /&gt;without Su. she went to her brother's place and unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;she got tied up by her brother's men and was buried alive in&lt;br /&gt;a box for Yuan kno's that Su will definately come and kill him.&lt;br /&gt;Su came and fought with Yuan. Yuan lost this time. He died.&lt;br /&gt;same goes to Ying. Su lived a miserable life, without Ying by his&lt;br /&gt;side. he drinks everyday and wondered everywhere with his son.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, The English men came and they opened a arena to&lt;br /&gt;fight with chinamens. many china wushu fighters died in the&lt;br /&gt;arena. Ma, who was Su's God-brother saw Su and Feng. he&lt;br /&gt;brought them to a old house to live. Su live in his fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;again with his God of Wushu. the God of Wushu taught him the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Drunken Fist".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ma then told him that he will be fighting with&lt;br /&gt;the Englishmen the next fine day. As Ma was about to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Su took over and he won. the prize he got was 100 pieces of&lt;br /&gt;silver. he uses his Drunken fist and fought with 5 big Englishmens.&lt;br /&gt;how marvellous. he went and wondered all around the country&lt;br /&gt;along with his son. and tada!!! The End. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8721135138575553943?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8721135138575553943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8721135138575553943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8721135138575553943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8721135138575553943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-2019306442243263845</id><published>2010-02-21T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:12:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences between Love and Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in front of the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, your heart beats faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but in front of the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like,&lt;/span&gt; you get happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in front of the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; winter seems like spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but in front of the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;, winter is just a beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;if you look into the eyes of the one you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; you blush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but if you look into the eyes of the one you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like,&lt;/span&gt; you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in front of the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you cant say everything on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but in front of the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like,&lt;/span&gt; you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in front of the person you&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you tend to get shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but in front of the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;, you can show your ownself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the person you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cross you mind every 2 minutes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you can look straight into the eyes of the one you love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but you can always smile into the eyes of the one you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;when the one you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is crying, you cry with them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but when the one you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; is crying you end up comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the feeling of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;starts from the eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and the feeling of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;starts from the ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so, if you stop liking a person you used to like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;all you need to do is cover your ears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but if you try to close your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love turns a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now tell me whether you love me or you like me. xoxo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-2019306442243263845?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2019306442243263845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=2019306442243263845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2019306442243263845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/2019306442243263845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/differences-between-love-and-like.html' title='Differences between Love and Like'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1905836494770490650</id><published>2010-02-20T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:04:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>today's day number two in the country home. i've got totally zero&lt;br /&gt;work and this gives me a chance to online all day long. there will&lt;br /&gt;be a steamboat party held at the country home tonight. my far&lt;br /&gt;related cousin will be back from the united states. she arrived&lt;br /&gt;last night and will be coming over for dinner. everyone's busy&lt;br /&gt;preparing food and so on. i suck in kitchen's work so yeah, im&lt;br /&gt;left in the roomie with my cousin sister. and my cousin brother&lt;br /&gt;will be full-time busy with his computer games. sitting in th&lt;br /&gt;room like a princess aint a great job to do. stucking in there,&lt;br /&gt;doing the hair and nails, staring at the wide ceiling and eventually&lt;br /&gt;fall asleep. oh yeah, according to the chinese calendar, the 7th&lt;br /&gt;day of cny is all human's birthday. and its today. well,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday fellow humans. :) ahahahahs. how silly. and&lt;br /&gt;that will be the reason why there's a steamboat party tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i surmise. speaking about steamboat it makes me thinks of u.&lt;br /&gt;i've got no idea of why. whatever. push it aside. i bet tonight's&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere will be filled with laughter and joy. no doubt its&lt;br /&gt;gonna be bored. i can bet, aye. luckily, my brain manage to&lt;br /&gt;function well that i brought my novel along. imagine if i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;it will be bored dead. im currently addicted to the house of&lt;br /&gt;night series. it might sound interested for the tittle sounds&lt;br /&gt;spooky. isnt it? house of night... ahahahahahs. if you're curious&lt;br /&gt;to find out what it is or maybe how does the book looks like,&lt;br /&gt;simply click on this link, &lt;a href="http://www.houseofnightseries.com/"&gt;http://www.houseofnightseries.com/&lt;/a&gt; . im&lt;br /&gt;extremely slow for i've only read the 1st book. im warning you,&lt;br /&gt;its addictive. beware. *chuckles* omfa! the weather is so&lt;br /&gt;effin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot, hot, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that im sweating almost all the damn time.&lt;br /&gt;sucks. i hate sweating, you see. ahhh.. c'mon. everyone hates&lt;br /&gt;sweating. am i right? im not wrong, i think. ermm.. maybe&lt;br /&gt;except for those in the north and south pole. HEEEHEESS.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they dont, maybe they're enjoying the ice there.&lt;br /&gt;urrrghh. there's many maybe's. guess what, im blogging with&lt;br /&gt;my cousin sister next to me staring at this blog post here. :)&lt;br /&gt;shez cute you see eventho there might be times that shez&lt;br /&gt;kinda a lil' irritating. god, you cant imagine how nice could&lt;br /&gt;she be today. she actually straighten my whole head fer me.&lt;br /&gt;errr.. sorry, i meant my hair. and i love it like, trillion effin&lt;br /&gt;times. ahahahahs. *showing off my teeths* . its freaking&lt;br /&gt;straight and im so gonna make that hair straightener all mine.&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one. :) nyeehehehehe~ . im wondering&lt;br /&gt;so much, will malaysia snow one day? for the whole year long?&lt;br /&gt;NAHHHHH! it wont. stop dreaming. oh yeah, before i forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1905836494770490650?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1905836494770490650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1905836494770490650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1905836494770490650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1905836494770490650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-6374773808438618210</id><published>2010-02-19T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:20:46.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its over.</title><content type='html'>oh well. what can i say? the chinese new year is about to end. yeah,&lt;br /&gt;its ending. and next week, monday, school girls and boys are going&lt;br /&gt;back to school and to perform their duties. hahahahs. and me,&lt;br /&gt;stucking at home and doing those chores over and over again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i cant sigh anymore for i've promised to have a blast year, this year.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. who cares. holy crap. holy, holy, holy, Crap! Gross. i&lt;br /&gt;promise someone to actually date this sunday which means the day&lt;br /&gt;after tomorrow. but, it seems that i've broke my promise. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i just ... sigh. im apologizing again. mum actually took away my cell&lt;br /&gt;phone which means i cant text nor call or whatever. sorry to those&lt;br /&gt;who have been calling or texting me. im so sorry again. and&lt;br /&gt;especially you. i kno, you'll definately text me right after your work&lt;br /&gt;yesterday or maybe the day before yesterday but you'll be getting&lt;br /&gt;nothing. im sorry. the reason why mum take away my phone will&lt;br /&gt;be remained a secret i guess. nah, im not gonna tell. so please dont&lt;br /&gt;ask. thank you. i hope you're reading this post right here. i hope&lt;br /&gt;you'll understand what actually is going on. thank you once again.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the storms are over and there'll be a brand new sunny day. :)&lt;/strong&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/8735633921626105048-6374773808438618210?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6374773808438618210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=6374773808438618210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6374773808438618210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/6374773808438618210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-over.html' title='its over.'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-8973437093710072097</id><published>2010-02-12T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:09:53.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blast day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S3UL-OE_lpI/AAAAAAAABRg/WXdeq-NPrMQ/s1600-h/junhong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437265288678577810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S3UL-OE_lpI/AAAAAAAABRg/WXdeq-NPrMQ/s400/junhong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUN HONG A.K.A PIGGY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;have an awesome day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-8973437093710072097?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8973437093710072097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=8973437093710072097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8973437093710072097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/8973437093710072097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-blast-day.html' title='Happy Blast day!'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S3UL-OE_lpI/AAAAAAAABRg/WXdeq-NPrMQ/s72-c/junhong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-1565502308585947527</id><published>2010-02-09T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:17:31.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tick tock on the clock, .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the girl named&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;syamim naquiah&lt;/em&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;officially turns ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EIGHTEEN!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S3DL1finKeI/AAAAAAAABRQ/_oJn2tD8TNg/s1600-h/mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436068870096366050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S3DL1finKeI/AAAAAAAABRQ/_oJn2tD8TNg/s400/mim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th Feb '92&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see that sexy baby up there? yeah, shez my Bit*h! were best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buddies ever since secondary4 till' now. the thing that upset me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most was today. today's her special Big day but i didnt made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it to hang with her or maybe to celebrate with her. im sorry, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you're not mad. but, i promise that there is a belated bday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bash!!! i promise there will be!! let seee, we were in the same class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since secondary 4 till 5. she was my class's rep then. she actually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does a great job by keeping the class in a controlled condition all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time long. ahahahs. but there are sour times too when she just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have to let a tear drop from her eyes. sigh. but the hard times are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over, babe. its all about fun and joy now! i post her a birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;card last night. but im not exactly sure whether will she get it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today? i hope she does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mim a.k.a mrs Sonic ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you're reading this. sorry that i cant make it to hang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really sorry about that. i've been stucking at home baking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cookies for cny. sigh. TBSS. sigh. what to do. was a so called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good girl these few days. ahahahs. i kno you're laughing arent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you? well, i hope that you'll receive my card from me to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today. im hoping so much for that. and, hereby, im wishing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you the &lt;em&gt;BEST OF EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt; on your birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;HAVE A BLAST BIRTHDAY BABYGIRL!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;have a happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;with Loves from Tinkerbell ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-1565502308585947527?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1565502308585947527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=1565502308585947527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1565502308585947527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/1565502308585947527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/9th-feb-92-you-see-that-sexy-baby-up.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrkoIThjbBM/S3DL1finKeI/AAAAAAAABRQ/_oJn2tD8TNg/s72-c/mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735633921626105048.post-3285548885928327947</id><published>2010-02-08T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:43:21.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red feevah!</title><content type='html'>Red gloss, Red nail color, Red pouch, Red shoe, Red dress, Red&lt;br /&gt;everything. its chinese new year and so i did a little change. its&lt;br /&gt;a new year and im making it as a really "new" year for me. To&lt;br /&gt;forget all about yesterday and walk my way till the very end&lt;br /&gt;all by myself. i will make sure that this year is gonna be a Blast&lt;br /&gt;year fer me. when i say it i mean it. i will do it. watch me dont&lt;br /&gt;judge me. Hahahahs. it will be a little different this year as i'll&lt;br /&gt;be wearing dresses like everyday. i mean everyday in chinese&lt;br /&gt;new year. yes. i will. i still dont have enough dresses and i guess&lt;br /&gt;i still have to buy some more. one more thing, heels. this must&lt;br /&gt;not be forgot. tbh, i suck in heels and therefore i have to practice&lt;br /&gt;wearing it at home. Please, dont name me a wannabe. i aint one,&lt;br /&gt;so please. its just that im growing older and i guess its time to be&lt;br /&gt;more feminine and time for me to drop my borrowed-from-boy's&lt;br /&gt;look. should be more polite in my speech and actions. (: ahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;guess what, i will be flying off to Shanghai next month and,&lt;br /&gt;this Blog here will be dead for a while. but i promise that i will&lt;br /&gt;update it as soon as im back from Shanghai. im still sitting in my&lt;br /&gt;room, staring out the window, watching the rain fall, and wonder&lt;br /&gt;whether how will the whether in Shanghai will be? will it be hot&lt;br /&gt;just like M'sia? or maybe cooler? sigh. i've made a list of what to&lt;br /&gt;buy for the trip and its long. i guess i dont have the chance to get&lt;br /&gt;it all. sigh. i wanna learn guitar but mummy dont allow. why?&lt;br /&gt;sobx. oh shit fuck. my eyes are swollen now. due to what? tears.&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. there suppose to be no sadness in this post since the&lt;br /&gt;tittle fer it is, Red Feevah. ahahahs. im currently grounded&lt;br /&gt;and i got no idea of why. maybe thats the punishment for being&lt;br /&gt;so bad at home? no idea. Jun Hong asked me out this Friday to&lt;br /&gt;celebrate his birthday. i guess i dont have the chance to go. =(&lt;br /&gt;sorray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just another picture to be burnt into ashes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735633921626105048-3285548885928327947?l=musicismylullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3285548885928327947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8735633921626105048&amp;postID=3285548885928327947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3285548885928327947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735633921626105048/posts/default/3285548885928327947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicismylullaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-feevah.html' title='Red feevah!'/><author><name>♥ Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499520104405295807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCm9elAtO6A/TYGghDbQbDI/AAAAAAAABhE/fbc-y7jrKW0/s220/a3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
