<?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-6799635800254342239</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:27:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Blood, Love is a Sin.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4474003508047555397</id><published>2011-12-23T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:36:16.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>losing someone you love is just so difficult to understand. I dont think I've been honest with myself about my emotions. I just wish bryan is here so i can talk to him about. I know what im suppose to be doing but i dont know what i am doing.  I feel like pretending nothing happened between us. but it's not going to happened cause he was truly special. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think words will ever capture that feeling when im with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i doing? im screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4474003508047555397?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4474003508047555397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4474003508047555397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4474003508047555397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4474003508047555397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2011/12/losing-someone-you-love-is-just-so.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3381769254109535977</id><published>2010-06-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:53:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-weight: bold; "&gt;18 Things I Wish Someone Told Me When I Was 18 ... Oh wait... IM 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, Tahoma;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Commit yourself to making lots of mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Mistakes teach you important lessons. The biggest mistake you can make is doing nothing because you’re too scared to make a mistake. So don’t hesitate – don’t doubt yourself. In life, it’s rarely about getting a chance; it’s about taking a chance. You’ll never be 100% sure it will work, but you can always be 100% sure doing nothing won’t work. Most of the time you just have to go for it! And no matter how it turns out, it always ends up just the way it should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Either you succeed or you learn something. Win-Win. Remember, if you never act, you will never know for sure, and you will be left standing in the same spot forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Find hard work you love doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– If I could offer my18-year-old self some real career advice, I’d tell myself not to base my careerchoice on other people’s ideas, goals and recommendations. I’d tellmyself not to pick a major because it’s popular, or statistically createsgraduates who make the most money. I’d tell myself that the right careerchoice is based on one key point: Finding hard work you love doing. Aslong as you remain true to yourself, and follow your own interests and values,you can find success through passion. Perhaps more importantly, you won’twake up several years later working in a career field you despise, wondering“How the heck am I going to do this for the next 30 years?” So if youcatch yourself working hard and loving every minute of it, don’t stop. You’re on to something big. Because hard work ain’t hard when youconcentrate on your passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Invest time, energyand money in yourself every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– When you invest in yourself, you can never lose, andover time you will change the trajectory of your life. You are simply theproduct of what you know. The more time, energy and money you spendacquiring pertinent knowledge, the more control you have over your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Explore new ideas andopportunities often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Your natural human fearsof failure and embarrassment will sometimes stop you from trying newthings. But you must rise above these fears, for your life’s story issimply the culmination many small, unique experiences. And the moreunique experiences you have, the more interesting your story gets. Soseek as many new life experiences as possible and be sure to share them withthe people you care about. Not doing so is not living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;When sharpening yourcareer skills, focus more on less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Think in terms of Karate: A black belt seems far moreimpressive than a brown belt. But does a brown belt really seem any moreimpressive than a red belt? Probably not to most people. Rememberthat society elevates experts high onto a pedestal. Hard work matters,but not if it’s scattered in diverse directions. So narrow your focus onlearning fewer career related skills and master them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;People are not mindreaders. Tell them what you’re thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– People will neverknow how you feel unless you tell them. Your boss? Yeah, he doesn’tknow you’re hoping for a promotion because you haven’t told him yet. Thatcute girl you haven’t talked to because you’re too shy? Yeah, you guessedit; she hasn’t given you the time of day simply because you haven’t given herthe time of day either. In life, you have to communicate withothers. And often, you have to open your vocal chords and speak the firstwords. You have to tell people what you’re thinking. It’s as simpleas that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Make swift decisionsand take immediate action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Either you’re goingto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;take action and seize newopportunities, or someone else will first. You can’t change anything ormake any sort of progress by sitting back and thinking about it. Remember, there’s a huge difference between knowing how to do something andactually doing it. Knowledge is basically useless without action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Accept and embracechange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– However good or bada situation is now, it will change. That’s the one thing you can counton. So embrace change, and realize that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;changehappens for a reason. It won’t always be easy or obvious at first, but inthe end it will be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Don’t worry too muchabout what other people think about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– For the most part,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;whatother people think and say about you doesn’t matter. When I was 18, I letthe opinions of my high school and early college peers influence mydecisions. And, at times, they steered me away from ideas and goals Istrongly believed in. I realize now, ten years later, that this was afoolish way to live, especially when I consider that nearly all of these peoplewhose opinions I cared so much about are no longer a part of my life. Unless you’re trying to make a great first impression (job interview, firstdate, etc.), don’t let the opinions of others stand in your way. Whatthey think and say about you isn’t important. What is important is howyou feel about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Always be honest with yourself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Living a life of honesty creates peace of mind, andpeace of mind is priceless. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Talk to lots of peoplein college and early on in your career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Bosses. Colleagues. Professors. Classmates. Social club members. Other students outside of yourmajor or social circle. Teaching assistants. Career advisors. College deans. Friends of friends. Everyone! Why? Professional networking. I have worked for three employers since Igraduated from college (I left my first two employers by choice on good terms),but I only interviewed with the first employer. The other two employersoffered me a job before I even had a formal interview, based strictly of therecommendation of a hiring manager (someone I had networked with over theyears). When employers look to fill a position, the first thing they dois ask the people they know and trust if they know someone who would do well inthe position. If you start building your professional network early,you’ll be set. Over time, you’ll continue talking to new people you meetthrough your current network and your network’s reach and the associatedopportunities will continue to snowball for the duration of your career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Sit alone in silence for at least ten minutes every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Use this time to think, plan, reflect, and dream. Creative and productive thinking flourish in solitude and silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;With quiet, you can hear your thoughts,you can reach deep within yourself, and you can focus on mapping out the nextlogical, productive step in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ask lots of questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– The greatest ‘adventure’ is the ability to inquire, toask questions. Sometimes in the process of inquiry, the search is moresignificant than the answers. Answers come from other people, from theuniverse of knowledge and history, and from the intuition and deep wisdominside yourself. These answers will never surface if you never ask theright questions. Thus, the simple act of asking the right questions isthe answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Exploit the resources you do have access to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– The average person is usually astonished when they see aphysically handicap person show intense signs of emotional happiness. Howcould someone in such a restricted physical state be so happy? The answerrests in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;how they use theresources they do have. Stevie Wonder couldn’t see, so he exploited hissense of hearing into a passion for music, and he now has 25 Grammy Awards toprove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Live below your means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– Live a comfortable life, not a wasteful one. Donot spend to impress others. Do not live life trying to fool yourselfinto thinking wealth is measured in material objects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Manage your money wisely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;so your money does not manageyou. Always live well below your means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Be respectful of others and make them feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– In life and business, it’s not so much what you say thatcounts, it’ how you make people feel. So respect your elders, minors, andeveryone in between. There are no boundaries or classes that define agroup of people that deserve to be respected. Treat everyone with thesame level of respect you would give to your grandfather and the same level ofpatience you would have with your baby brother. Supporting, guiding, andmaking contributions to other people is one of life’s greatest rewards. In order to get, you have to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Excel at what you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– There’s no point in doing something if you aren’t goingto do it right. Excel at your work and excel at your hobbies. Develop a reputation for yourself, a reputation for consistent excellence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Be who you were born to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;– You must follow your heart, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;be who you were born to be. Someof us were born to be musicians – to communicate intricate thoughts and rousingfeelings with the strings of a guitar. Some of us were born to be poets –to touch people’s hearts with exquisite prose. Some of us were born to beentrepreneurs – to create growth and opportunity where others sawrubbish. And still, some of us were born to be or do whatever it is,specifically, that moves you. Regardless of what you decide to do in yourlifetime, you better feel it in every fiber of your being. You better beborn to do it! Don’t waste your life fulfilling someone else’s dreams anddesires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;But above all, laughwhen you can, apologize when you should, and let go of what you can’tchange. Life is short, yet amazing. Enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6799635800254342239-3381769254109535977?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3381769254109535977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3381769254109535977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3381769254109535977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3381769254109535977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2010/06/18-things-i-wish-someone-told-me-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4609473484072121611</id><published>2010-02-20T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T06:16:49.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>92. A post from Australia.</title><content type='html'>I've been in australia for 2 nights?&lt;br /&gt;I like it, nice HOT weather (it isnt sunny mind you), vintage and modern architeture co-existing together, really really friendly people. It feels like a vacation. I just wish my dad doesnt have to leave me here. Pfffts, the woes of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a sunday. Outing with dad. Also means that I have to sleep at my hoste/dorm/whatever you call that.. I rather sleep in my dad's nice nice apartment. Starting from tomorrow, Im gonna go apartment hunting. So if you know a nice 2 bedroom+ study apartment somewhere in swatson street or some where near there, mail me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, friends... if you want to receieve postcards from me, give me your address via email. Put your subject as "(your name) adress" By the end of febuary, you will receieve my postcard... and remember to write back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4609473484072121611?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4609473484072121611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4609473484072121611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4609473484072121611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4609473484072121611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2010/02/92-post-from-australia.html' title='92. A post from Australia.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1048548829111002790</id><published>2010-02-16T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:38:08.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/S3q69BMv-FI/AAAAAAAABH8/7XSaHzvxUD8/s1600-h/new-blackberry-bold-9700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865057459992658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/S3q69BMv-FI/AAAAAAAABH8/7XSaHzvxUD8/s320/new-blackberry-bold-9700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Boyfriend is so handsome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thankyou uncle, I will take good care of your kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&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/6799635800254342239-1048548829111002790?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1048548829111002790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1048548829111002790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1048548829111002790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1048548829111002790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-boyfriend-is-so-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/S3q69BMv-FI/AAAAAAAABH8/7XSaHzvxUD8/s72-c/new-blackberry-bold-9700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2735263531800165521</id><published>2010-02-11T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:24:08.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly I'm like this..&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS PARK JAE BEOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/S3Q89vMwDdI/AAAAAAAABH0/AWe7RflyQ7U/s1600-h/jaebeom.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437037681482665426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/S3Q89vMwDdI/AAAAAAAABH0/AWe7RflyQ7U/s320/jaebeom.png" border="0" /&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/6799635800254342239-2735263531800165521?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2735263531800165521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2735263531800165521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2735263531800165521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2735263531800165521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2010/02/suddenly-im-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/S3Q89vMwDdI/AAAAAAAABH0/AWe7RflyQ7U/s72-c/jaebeom.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7085392678633074771</id><published>2010-01-26T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:34:43.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's driving lesson was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt too badly, the teacher was even willing to let me drive alone while he set up the arena. I takes alot of courage... For that guy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wish me luck tomorrow... There might be more cars tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting with my cousin now, he said he use to find me cute...&lt;br /&gt;that's a nice compliment since I think Im far from cute...&lt;br /&gt;really really far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I gotta sleep soon since tomorrow I need to wake up early to send the triplets to school then off the my driving lesson...&lt;br /&gt;I love driving.&lt;br /&gt;I love Hyuna,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Diana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7085392678633074771?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7085392678633074771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7085392678633074771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7085392678633074771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7085392678633074771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-driving-lesson-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-114885261496550125</id><published>2010-01-22T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:06:24.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I see my blog I feel so pissed...&lt;br /&gt;It's so ugly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-114885261496550125?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/114885261496550125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=114885261496550125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/114885261496550125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/114885261496550125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2010/01/everytime-i-see-my-blog-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3023254706548590212</id><published>2009-12-28T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:20:02.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! I am happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met my dearest primary school classmate ANNLYN. and I really really miss her!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the restaurant and even when they close uncles still cook for me. ILY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I brought my stuff, headphone! It's awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My red Ipod nano is here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brought two jacket!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures will be uploadedd later since picasa dont want to work for me(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3023254706548590212?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3023254706548590212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3023254706548590212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3023254706548590212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3023254706548590212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-i-am-happy-today-met-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-8545413224628762921</id><published>2009-12-19T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:40:30.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sy3UL0LrCNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/rk43-ToaL_U/s1600-h/gdragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417219226247825618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sy3UL0LrCNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/rk43-ToaL_U/s320/gdragon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's your heartbreaker, YOU;re HURT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sorry I couldnt be your comfort. I couldnt let you lay your head down to rest, to let out your feelings. I couldnt offer you words of advice.  I couldnt be there. You had to live a happy lie.  If only she knew what an awesome person you are. If only she knows your worth. She'll regret.&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/6799635800254342239-8545413224628762921?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8545413224628762921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=8545413224628762921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8545413224628762921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8545413224628762921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/12/shes-your-heartbreaker-youre-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sy3UL0LrCNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/rk43-ToaL_U/s72-c/gdragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6769103032916225013</id><published>2009-11-25T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:00:29.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what tempt me to blog today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sw1hg5ymZcI/AAAAAAAABHA/ftIVKarWyHs/s1600/rain-ninja-assassin-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408085945438594498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sw1hg5ymZcI/AAAAAAAABHA/ftIVKarWyHs/s320/rain-ninja-assassin-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you had read today's straitstimes news (life! section) 25th Nov 09. Front page features Rain and his solid, chocolate and susposingly fake abs. Sure his abs look so darn solid but could that be the wonders of make ups? In the interview with straitstimes he revealed that he only ate chicken breast and vegetables with no condiments for 8 months. Looks like this korean superstar sacrifies alot for his chance to have a shot at Hollywood. Like what they say. No pain, no gain. So guys looking to build your abs now know what to do...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strict diet of chicken breast and veges. (Yucks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No condiments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, you'll have abs like our dear raining man here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/rains_body_before_and_after_ninja_assassin/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is an article where he reveals his body changing as he trains for his role in Ninja Assassin.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In still digging myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could anyone survive 8 months of chicken breast and vegetable with no condiments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I reakky wanted to scan the article for the ease of my readers but my scanner decided today's is its off day so I guess I'll have to try again tomorrow.&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/6799635800254342239-6769103032916225013?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6769103032916225013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6769103032916225013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6769103032916225013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6769103032916225013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what-tempt-me-to-blog-today-if.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sw1hg5ymZcI/AAAAAAAABHA/ftIVKarWyHs/s72-c/rain-ninja-assassin-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3154221605674667460</id><published>2009-11-08T03:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:45:11.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SvatykXSN2I/AAAAAAAABG4/wGOor9J-LwE/s1600-h/top+picks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401695887343892322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SvatykXSN2I/AAAAAAAABG4/wGOor9J-LwE/s320/top+picks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're beautiful beat IRIS in Mysoju drama rankings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take that all IRIS lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( No offence intended. Just that the first episode of IRIS puts me off..  I mean like, already in the first episode was this not so handsome guy laughing madly and studying history.. Not engagin at all... But still I intend to give IRIS a chance after O levels end (this week). Then I'll probably go ahead and judge IRIS again. For now, You're beautiful rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who can deny Jung Yong Hwa (Kang Shin Woo) romantic ways and Lee hongki cute-ness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely not me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3154221605674667460?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3154221605674667460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3154221605674667460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3154221605674667460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3154221605674667460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SvatykXSN2I/AAAAAAAABG4/wGOor9J-LwE/s72-c/top+picks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6505308477826709093</id><published>2009-10-01T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:34:06.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peacesign-tumblr.com/"&gt;www.peacesign-tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post there more often cause i dont have to on my comp since i can just do it from my phone.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-6505308477826709093?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6505308477826709093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6505308477826709093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6505308477826709093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6505308477826709093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/www.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-694348794286110216</id><published>2009-09-17T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:48:14.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more day until prelims is over.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I have done well though...    Im gonna try so much harder for O'levels. I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.   JiaYous, JiaYous,!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-694348794286110216?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/694348794286110216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=694348794286110216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/694348794286110216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/694348794286110216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-more-day-until-prelims-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2936719237612977623</id><published>2009-09-08T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:01:01.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>76. Re-blogged from tumblr. AH I am mad-pissed.</title><content type='html'>FOOKIES! Jaebeom is really leaving 2PM. This is a SCREWED up.&lt;br /&gt;To the netizens that indirectly forced jaebeom to quit:&lt;br /&gt;Just because of one personal post on his myspace 4 YEARS AGO!!! People, that's four years ago. You have to dig it up and re-post it and cause much upset and controversies not only among the fans but also the idol-group. Is this what you wanted to do all along? To stirr trouble out of nothing? To make a moutain out of a molehill? 4 years ago he was just teen trying very hard to adapt to a new lifestyle. He probably had it bad then, now you guys are just being heart-less. One man's meat is another man's poison. If someone doesnt like a particular country you can possibly force them to like it. It's like trying to convert a lion to vegetarian. Hell! How could you possibly do that? Prove to me that you can do that and I wont, no I'll delete this post and bow to you. No wait, I shall even agree to your point of view. Picking of stuff said 4 years ago, my my... How low can you go?&lt;br /&gt;( At this point Im too pissed to even form proper sentences)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever considered the change and culture shock he had to go through when he went to live in korea without his family? Did you ever thought about the emotional roller coaster ride he went through as he acclimate to a whole new culture? Do you even think? Gosh, if you had thought on about the situation instead of being rash and irrational you would have realise that&lt;br /&gt;He was young then. He didnt think of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt think it through, didnt choose his words wisely enough.&lt;br /&gt;It was his feelings then and not now.&lt;br /&gt;You are behaving like how he behaved when he typed out those comment.&lt;br /&gt;If you had sat down and reconsider your thoughts and feeling, I believe you wouldnt be so rash and irrational. You wouldnt be so immature to ruin someone's career by digging out old trash. FUCK, if you had sat down and think, you'll realise what a dumbfuck you are wasting your time digging trash. Those time would have probably be well spent if you re-consider your options, go write a resume or something (though you'll probably will not be using it anyway cause you're a douche bag with no achievement. No one will want to hire you, even if its out of necessity. Enough said. I think you get my point. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to call spade a spade here.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why all the anti-fans acts? What is wrong with you? So he screwed up! But he did apologise sincerely. Why drive him to quit the band? What is wrong with you people? Are you so bored that you have to stirr up troubles? Why dont you go sell your service and help pluck vagina hair? Cause the way I see it, you dont even earn money doing this. Not even fame. At least when you pluck pubic hair you can make the person high. No loss in your sex life!&lt;br /&gt;Why dont we let bygones be bygones? Learn to forgive. Give him a break. Cut the crap, delete those hurtful post? C'mon this is the 21st century, korea is a free country. We have our rights to freedom of speech, even if its done four years ago. You Netizens have misintepreted when you read the comment. You guys also made a mistake. He had apologised, sincerely. What about you guys? Think about it, dont you owe an apology to the fans for causing so much distress too?&lt;br /&gt;I bet that in the 4 years Jaebeom has make many friends and fans-people who surround him with as much love and support he receieved when he was in the states. This made it easier for him when he lived in korea and eventually he likes it there. Though times are hard, he can turn to people around him to talk about his feelings. He have someone whom he can lean on, not only that, he would have matured physically and mentally. Coming to korea must have been an eye-opener to him. He can see things in a new perspective. He isnt the impetuous, passionate teenage anymore. We can see that in his actions.&lt;br /&gt;Enuff said. I gotta sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still really hope he'll clear up his though in States and re-join the band 2PM. I still aint over it. And I shall not be, Im madly in love with their sick acrobatic moves. Im mad sick over 2PM. Argh, Im distress over this too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/supportleaderjaypark#signpetition"&gt;http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/supportleaderjaypark#signpetition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/content/82703"&gt;http://www.soompi.com/content/82703&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-2936719237612977623?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2936719237612977623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2936719237612977623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2936719237612977623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2936719237612977623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/76-re-blogged-from-tumblr-ah-i-am-mad.html' title='76. Re-blogged from tumblr. AH I am mad-pissed.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-5562692041377664931</id><published>2009-08-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:38:41.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>76.</title><content type='html'>Well, if you're wondering about my absence from school this few days (provided you notice) I have been really sick. I am trying my best to recover so I can go to school. Jolene told me there's alot to catch up and I'm seriously dreading it..  If you visit me you'll probably know how dishelved I look.  Like a cross between a cat trying to cough up furball and a swollen drowned rat.. Is even more obvious when I cough.not a very pretty sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; recently someone text me almost an hour ago while I was sleeping and I woke up (shock) when I found out it's him I was thinking okay, what does he want nw... He was asking if I'm still on mc. Which leads to another question, does it really concern you if I'm on mc or not?  Really, give me a break! I'm trying to get some rest, unless you're gonna tell me the world is gonna explode, please please please give me some peace, I will get back to you when I'm well enough. I don't need your peaches too, my fridge is well stocked with it. My mum got them for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, my tolerence level is really low, so please don't annoy me. I get annoyed easily recently... If possible stay as far away from me as possible. I don't wanna snap at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, please ( as in I'm on my knees begging) don't text me at night. I will freak out, and when I realise is just someone texting me, I get reallly annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-5562692041377664931?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5562692041377664931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=5562692041377664931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/5562692041377664931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/5562692041377664931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/76.html' title='76.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6985830702511344982</id><published>2009-08-04T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:48:57.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>75.</title><content type='html'>People will build you up and people will tear you down.  Neither should change the way you view yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are only what is left of all the things that you wanted at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always strive for perfection, but never expect to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let people have their opinions, and never be shy about making yours heard.  This world would be a bland place if everyone agreed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets will tear you apart.  Skeletons belong in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop waiting for your turn to speak and take some time to listen.  You might learn something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will always talk negatively about others when they have nothing relevant to say themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as complicated as your mind makes it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give people time.  After all, they’re only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma always has the last laugh.  Live your life in a way that will bring you nothing but positivity; you never know when she’ll make a stop in your neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling someone that you don’t love them when you really do is just as bad as telling someone that you love them when you really don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is guaranteed except for the moment you are in; make the most of it in case it is the last one you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you love the most will always be the ones who hurt you the deepest.  It works the other way around, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness doesn’t mean you have to be that person’s best friend.  Forgive everyone, but only give second chances to a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go out looking for love, you will rarely find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger is just a friend who you haven’t met yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best days are always the ones which leave you feeling as though you just stepped out of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as “out of your league”.  Everyone has the chance to make anyone fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will never happen in your time.  Stop trying to rush life, and just enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need more than just love in this world, but it’s a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be stickied on my desktop, and everyone elses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-6985830702511344982?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6985830702511344982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6985830702511344982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6985830702511344982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6985830702511344982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/75.html' title='75.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6395937895598598171</id><published>2009-07-27T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:27:17.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>74.</title><content type='html'>13 weeks till o levels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels is that near. I'll like to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-6395937895598598171?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6395937895598598171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6395937895598598171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6395937895598598171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6395937895598598171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/74.html' title='74.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3403821295158604923</id><published>2009-07-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:15:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>73. promise i'll edit this next week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; DISTRACTION FROM MUANTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;br /&gt;Guys see you as being a thinker and a careful person. They will be really attracted to this quality in you, but you need to learn to speak your mind, otherwise people will find you too shy and quiet. Learn to relax and lighten up--it's okay to have fun sometimes. When you learn to develop your fun-loving side, guys are going to flock to your side.&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind and GentleYour kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value your friendships quite a lot but you don't like to show your feelings to others. You would rather keep your feelings to yourself than share them with your friends. You might get a pleasant surprise if you are more open about caring for people - they will probably let you know that you're special to them, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may seem to be a nosy person to some people, but actually you are quite a serious person who's not at all interested in gossip. You just like to know what's going on around you. It's a natural interest and you can get offended when people tell you they think you're a sticky-beak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You harbor hidden feelings of jealousyYou easily get jealous of other people, but you manage to control your expressions and emotions. For instance, when a close friend tells you that she has met the man of her dreams, you might sincerely say to her "Congratulations!", but what you're really thinking is "You're so lucky! Why can't I be you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never expect to control your boyfriend or husband. Your boyfriend and you will take turns to make decision and the decision is often acceptable to both of you. Whatever you want to let him know, you can just tell him straightforwardly. This is a good relationship, a pretty modern one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knife is a sign of masculinity. You like to attract the attentions from others; for example, you draw the attention from the boy your friend has a crush on. This may lead to a conflict with your friend. It is often the case that friends have a quarrel because of one guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you choose your Mr Right?You will make the most of being able to shop around for Mr Right. You love your freedom and will have a lot of fun learning about what sort of man you like. When you do find the guy for you, nobody will be able to keep you away from the church.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be your future Mr Right?Your real-life hero will be manly. He'll be dependable, even financially. He will protect you and always respect your feelings. He'll probably be quite a bit older than you.&lt;br /&gt;When will you get married?As soon as you fall in love, you'll want to grab your man and hang on to him. You will probably marry very young, so it would be wise of you to think carefully before committing.&lt;br /&gt;What sort of wife will you be?You are a bit tricky. You might pretend to be a sensitive and caring wife in his eyes, but you'll be ready to laugh at him behind his back and eventually you may even leave him for another man.&lt;br /&gt;Will you and your husband have a good time together?You and your hubby will enjoy each other's company playing games until you're old. Whether you play tennis, golf, swim or even just go driving out of town, you'll both stay healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;What will your children be like?Your kids will be quiet and won't give you a hard time - they'll be a joy to have around. However, you should teach them to be stronger and more confident in themselves. Otherwise they might grow up to be losers.&lt;br /&gt;How loyal are you?You get along very well with most guys. Sometimes your friendliness misleads others to think that you're a bit of a flirt, but actually you've got a loyal heart. You'll never have eyes for anyone except your beloved husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take care of all members in the group very well. You make sure that everybody gets his or her plates during mealtime. You act like a caring mother all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are patient and will take good care of your husband and children. Mind you, do not marry a gambler or your life will be totally miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ArtistYou love freedom and want to follow your heart's desires. You might not be at your best when dealing with other people. Once you are given the opportunity to work your chosen way, your gift will shine. A tip for you is not to concentrate too much on your own work, but widen your focus and consider the opinions of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is wild and adventurous. His path is often against the world. He does what he wants when he feels like. His type of girl is quite like him, independent and wise. If you love freedom and willing to risk, go for this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future friend: You have a big sister confidence and leadership. So you friends are mostly vulnerable and always need your help. You can't resist helping these people and eventually you all will become good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Your travel plan: You will travel to exotic countries like Tibet, India, Egypt. You enjoy visiting ancient ruins, lost woods and spending time in a hut in peaceful neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Your future financial status: You are very good at saving and sometimes you are even stingy. The reason you want your teeth to grow longer is because when you can't eat, you can save even more on food. Once your money is deposited in the bank, there's no way that you will withdraw it out just to spend on luxuries.&lt;br /&gt;The last period of your life: You can't stand being a lonely old lady so you will spend the last days of you life being a kind loving grandparent so that the kids will love to have you around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3403821295158604923?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3403821295158604923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3403821295158604923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3403821295158604923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3403821295158604923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/73-promise-ill-edit-this-next-week.html' title='73. promise i&apos;ll edit this next week!'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1327165080045713610</id><published>2009-07-10T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:17:13.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>72.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sldap5W-RWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/MMT65Vp50yQ/s1600-h/love+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356849957598807394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sldap5W-RWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/MMT65Vp50yQ/s320/love+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" If that isnt love, then I dont know what love is."&lt;br /&gt;( As in, the puppy-love kind of love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          So I've got homework to complete during this weekends...    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chemistry paper (1 &amp;amp; 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chemistry and physic TYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Biology. Chapter 2-9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; I hope I can get it done, since TKD is canceled. Damn, I should have ask joy out to study...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1327165080045713610?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1327165080045713610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1327165080045713610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1327165080045713610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1327165080045713610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/72.html' title='72.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sldap5W-RWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/MMT65Vp50yQ/s72-c/love+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1697775467836221959</id><published>2009-07-06T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:49:25.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>71.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"South Korean won!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IF you're wondering what I am talking about, it's actually the AYG, South Korean beat North Korean in football! OMG my cute guys' team won. YAY, is like, he's cute! Number 4. Yeaps, OMG, I love you man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent my youth day doing chem and watching korean guys play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this is the first time I watched soccer, and it's for the guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1697775467836221959?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1697775467836221959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1697775467836221959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1697775467836221959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1697775467836221959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/south-korean-won-if-youre-wondering.html' title='71.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6039415608316026746</id><published>2009-07-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:34:30.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is chinese oral o levels. I am having cold feet. shaken, right to my tail bone. Omg- nothing seems to go inside my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During today's training, elias farted into costine's face. "joke of the year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The teacher turned away from the class and picked up a piece of chalk. He began to write on the black board. All he wrote was one word, “LIFE.” As he turned back to his English class, filled with twenty seven young minds between the age of seventeen and eighteen, he asked them to write what that word means to them. He wanted them to write about what they wanted out of life. He gave very specific guidelines. Working did not make you who you were. He told them this paper would be due in seven days time and let the class begin working on it with the rest of their time in class that day.A week later the teacher returned to his black board and wrote the word “LIFE” again. He asked for all the papers to be handed up the row and then passed by the first person to the left. As all the papers ended up on one desk, he came by and picked them up. He told the children that he had often wondered at their age what his life would be like. He said he never imagined he would be a teacher but was thankful for the opportunity. He told the class they had that day to themselves, as long as they kept the noise down.That night, the teacher read all twenty seven papers that night. He came into class the next morning and told the children they were getting another assignment. He wrote one word on the chalkboard. This time, he wrote “Freedom” and asked the students to write what they thought freedom was. This paper he told them was due at the end of that week.On Friday, he had the children pass the papers to the front and then to the left, and came by to pick them up. He told the class that that day, they were going to discuss their first essay. He asked the class to, one at a time, tell the class something about the life they want. Many of the children answered that they wanted a lot of money or a big house. As the class was ending, one boy raised his hand. The teacher quieted the class and called on the student. He stood up, and told the entire class, ” All I want out of life is to be remembered after I die.” All of the children looked at the student speaking. At that very moment, the bell rang and the kids rushed from the classroom.That weekend he read all of their essays about “Freedom.” On Monday, he had the class do the same thing they had done on Friday. Raise your hand and tell the class something about what you think about freedom. Many kids spoke of being in America, and their rights, and getting older and getting more freedom from their parents. Right before the end of the class, a young boy raised his hand. The teacher quieted the class and everyone looked at the boy. This was the same boy who spoke about being remembered in life. He stood up and spoke steadily, stating, “Living without fear is the only way to be truly free.” The bell rang at the exact moment he said free and the students cleared the room. As the last child left the room, the teacher noticed the young boy was still there. He asked the boy if he needed anything and the boy asked him a question in return. He asked why the teacher always called on him last. The teacher responded. “You wrote about wanting to be remembered in life right? well, what you think is different from the others. They think materialistically, you think emotionally. If we can keep this going throughout the year, ending with a thought from you, well then everyone in here will remember you in life, even me.” The boy smiled from ear to ear and walked out of the classroom. The teacher took a piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and read it to himself. All I want in life is to be remembered. Maybe I will become a teacher like you. I will never forget you, so maybe if I become a teacher, my students will never forget me.” He smiled from ear to ear and walked out of the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;got it from mukkey's blog. page 38... Hopefully that's my composition for o levels.&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/6799635800254342239-6039415608316026746?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6039415608316026746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6039415608316026746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6039415608316026746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6039415608316026746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/70.html' title='70.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-430747088870692019</id><published>2009-06-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:06:50.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>69.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Homework not done&lt;/span&gt;, and Im on the phone with Mr Sexy. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss Mr Sexy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw our picture on adora's blog then Im like, OMG miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;YAY, I &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;date &lt;/span&gt;you(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-430747088870692019?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/430747088870692019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=430747088870692019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/430747088870692019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/430747088870692019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/69.html' title='69.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2339144665475578420</id><published>2009-06-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:14:37.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>68.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The mere presence of a gun of a gun in a room would not increase aggressive behaviour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh gosh, who am I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-2339144665475578420?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2339144665475578420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2339144665475578420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2339144665475578420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2339144665475578420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/mere-presence-of-gun-of-gun-in-room.html' title='68.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4130920039622084395</id><published>2009-06-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:46:39.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>67.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkeBWu-iLYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/enKynxaMsqU/s1600-h/mok+being+weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352388909720546690" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkeBWu-iLYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/enKynxaMsqU/s320/mok+being+weird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I think Mok is being cute.&lt;br /&gt;That's his attempt trying to explain what he meant by "Im normal in an abnormal way."&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess is one of this days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4130920039622084395?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4130920039622084395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4130920039622084395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4130920039622084395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4130920039622084395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-some-reason-i-think-mok-is-being.html' title='67.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkeBWu-iLYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/enKynxaMsqU/s72-c/mok+being+weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7327098512135959648</id><published>2009-06-27T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:05:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>66.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Everyone compliments me like im Queen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkYy_kMpUvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qji8UPWQpfA/s1600-h/chio+bu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352021274806276850" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkYy_kMpUvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qji8UPWQpfA/s320/chio+bu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkYy_kMpUvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qji8UPWQpfA/s1600-h/chio+bu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkYy_posLJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ubC-BihfBQ4/s1600-h/alvin+thinks+im+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352021276266081426" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkYy_posLJI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ubC-BihfBQ4/s320/alvin+thinks+im+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY PEOPLE! Im just kidding! Like seriously! Im just feeling a little self- obsess this few days. But still, Im such a nicey nicey person that alvin have to compliment me((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which kind of sick/loser/fucktard/asshole/jerk ask a girl if its the time of the month?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;what do you intend to do? count their monthly period and plan when to shag them? Ewww, - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7327098512135959648?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7327098512135959648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7327098512135959648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7327098512135959648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7327098512135959648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/66.html' title='66.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkYy_kMpUvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/qji8UPWQpfA/s72-c/chio+bu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-8860475696613425934</id><published>2009-06-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:12:19.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>65.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The music was awesome.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         Yeah, the vibe there is great. Maybe it's because of AOR people, I dont know, I did have fun though. And Im not drunk! Im getting ice cream from ZUL...   YAY! Im happy, Yes I am Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mukkey figured out Im a technophobie. He's being positive about it. YAY! I am a happy little girl. Cab back home from the place, taxi fare is like 15 bucks. FML. We (my sis and I) walked alittle distance home... Talk about being a cheapo. Terence and Lincoln was there.. I hope they dont get drunk. Scenes. Sorry dude, but Im still a student and a girl, so I gotta be home early. Wait till Im older, seventeen isnt that old you know. I have my whole life to drink myself away anyway. I will go clubbing with you, near future... That I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        Met up with alex today, talking non-stop. Oh I kinda miss my feminine friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    Get well soon Luth, is mean of you for not passing me your sickness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I havent done all of my holiday homework, FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-8860475696613425934?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8860475696613425934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=8860475696613425934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8860475696613425934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8860475696613425934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/65.html' title='65.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-100519308552719619</id><published>2009-06-25T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:29:43.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>64.</title><content type='html'>LIKE WHAT MUKKEY B SAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Sad Titaya is damn weird... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To that diabolic manipulative mongrel who proselytize her family to revile me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkOkZOaHTbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xSVnA6jDnJ4/s1600-h/the+middle+finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351301535517593010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkOkZOaHTbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xSVnA6jDnJ4/s320/the+middle+finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Studied with Zee and Lincoln. (I know you dirty lil secrets Linc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talked to Mukkey B (He is the coolest shit ass!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CG gathering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talked to althea, somebody and Jasmine (mudew's friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talk with terence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talk to Linc somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner with my mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today is another great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-100519308552719619?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/100519308552719619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=100519308552719619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/100519308552719619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/100519308552719619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/64.html' title='64.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkOkZOaHTbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xSVnA6jDnJ4/s72-c/the+middle+finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2888907563299467759</id><published>2009-06-24T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:48:17.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>63.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ghost of girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; past is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;      So early morning at 1, went to meet RYAN at my lobby. Off to amk hub we went. So we were like discussing about how we tried to get MOK to go with us, He asked MOK yesterday night, I asked him today morning and the answer was like, NO!   He's sick again!    Dude, you gotta take good care of yourself. Or else I cant be the modern cupid with the machine gun!    Yeaps, so we went to watch ghost of girlfriend's past. AWESOME!.    But its kind of expected too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;      Had training today, we were gossiping after we're done with our pattern. Kamal was like spitting water- like a merlion. WTF, we starting speaking in malay. I learnt that quater or what-ever-shit means balls. I kept mis-pronoucing it. Yeaps, training's over and I am looking forward to the sunday's training. I love sunday's training!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-2888907563299467759?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2888907563299467759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2888907563299467759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2888907563299467759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2888907563299467759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/63.html' title='63.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-8033888003311283951</id><published>2009-06-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:29:26.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>62.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkD-eZMtRXI/AAAAAAAAAis/cYsN-d_Fm_8/s1600-h/luth+rsvp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350556155429864818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkD-eZMtRXI/AAAAAAAAAis/cYsN-d_Fm_8/s320/luth+rsvp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;"BLUE POP! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is here again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let me tell you the truth, Im not really sure what blue pop is but Im going to find out.. Those interested click on the picture, those are the details. Text me! and we'll go together! YAY!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Studied with lincoln and terence, he just came back from overseas. I think im gonna die of H1N1. Had abit of drama there and then. LOL, I almost got to go on a car ride with terence and lincoln. I'll be waiting for the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM putting it in red, cause this paragraph of rant goes to you. You are the lamest person I've know. I realise the reason why the whole school despise you, and guess what? from now on, I do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-8033888003311283951?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8033888003311283951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=8033888003311283951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8033888003311283951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8033888003311283951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/blue-pop-is-here-again.html' title='62.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SkD-eZMtRXI/AAAAAAAAAis/cYsN-d_Fm_8/s72-c/luth+rsvp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3717510810203488936</id><published>2009-06-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:50:23.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>61.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The pictures from last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-YMxkS-II/AAAAAAAAAik/U6CnG1dby3g/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350162227570866306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-YMxkS-II/AAAAAAAAAik/U6CnG1dby3g/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-YMQ1-MXI/AAAAAAAAAic/KQjm4PT6zt0/s1600-h/IMG_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350162218786632050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-YMQ1-MXI/AAAAAAAAAic/KQjm4PT6zt0/s320/IMG_2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XZeLYHgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iaUWJMXY6J8/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161346192743938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XZeLYHgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iaUWJMXY6J8/s320/IMG_2441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XZG8EXrI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GOn7TIPPJvc/s1600-h/IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161339954519730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XZG8EXrI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GOn7TIPPJvc/s320/IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XYmDPYkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dik8ex0iFxU/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161331126231618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XYmDPYkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dik8ex0iFxU/s320/IMG_2426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XYRQGKWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Oo-GeHaJ-BI/s1600-h/IMG_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161325543008610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XYRQGKWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Oo-GeHaJ-BI/s320/IMG_2425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XYALLjOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/VbGh3VRJybc/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161320958987490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-XYALLjOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/VbGh3VRJybc/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up late for tuition, but my tutor came later! Did chemistry school's homework plus alot of other going through work. Met matthew to complete my other part of the homework. Im doing maths after this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had some fun after that. Dude, Im kinda sorry, I thought that she would be like, OMGGGG... I love you too or something. It would have been fun then ((:  Dont worry about it, I swear I wont tell. And is not like your first day knowing me. You should have known better! There's a reason why you're my bestfriend you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks bestfriend, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3717510810203488936?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3717510810203488936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3717510810203488936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3717510810203488936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3717510810203488936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/61.html' title='61.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sj-YMxkS-II/AAAAAAAAAik/U6CnG1dby3g/s72-c/IMG_2443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3548688123214215421</id><published>2009-06-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:04:25.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER's DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   Yeaps happy father's day to all daddies in the world! I hope mine had a great day golfing and the a massage. Typical him not to spent any special day with the family.. You better have fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   Happy father's day papa smurf! there's like afew mroe minutes left (3 when i texted you)  You were suspose to be sleeping like half hours ago or so? Dont think too much about the age thing.. Is gonna make you old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   Anyways, pictures are to be uploaded at a later date since my camera decided to dieeee, dieeee I tell you! EVIL-   So pictures at a later dateeee..    so will the stories, and the whatever else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3548688123214215421?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3548688123214215421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3548688123214215421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3548688123214215421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3548688123214215421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/60-happy-fathers-day.html' title='60. HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7262725088475478920</id><published>2009-06-19T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:06:00.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>59.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quote from lincoln...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" He just discovered pronography isnt enough.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, woke up early cause the aircon man wanted to rape my aircon.. I dont really know what he did but I ended up eating ice cream before breakfast. My mum didnt scold me or anything, I think she's fine with it. Ate my breakfast halfway and figured out that tiny little small specks of thing that I thought was fried crumbs were actually ants.. EWW... but I continued eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had tuition with mrs Tan. She the only teacher that makes time flies! She gave me that ribena sweet and a mag. YIPEEE! POured over the mag during her lesson. Then read some chinese books and newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I had tuition before breakfast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then then I used facebook to pass time till I had to go AOR.Met Jill! she was having lesson. I had jelly before lesson and went starbucks after lessson. Mocha frepp isnt that bad. I still prefere the other one though.. Ahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then bused home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did abit of maths before tuition with mr Choo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I asked him why didnt be become a pilot..&lt;br /&gt;he said.&lt;br /&gt;"my eye&lt;br /&gt;sight not good enough"&lt;br /&gt;i told him there's lasik&lt;br /&gt;then he said " not fit&lt;br /&gt;enough,"&lt;br /&gt;i told him "there's personal trainer"&lt;br /&gt;he said " not tall&lt;br /&gt;enough"&lt;br /&gt;told him wear highheels&lt;br /&gt;he said "no passion"&lt;br /&gt;i told him to eat&lt;br /&gt;passion fruit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HE GAVE ME A WHOLE ASSESSMENT BOOK FOR HOMEWORK. WELL DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My day got alittle screwed by some retardo- then i started laughing again cause of lincoln's quote. DANG!. Black called alittle while ago, he forgot I already gave him the number. Im missing my housephone cause I'd love to chat with someone tonight.. lonely and miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afew pics from AOR.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1idKprDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FHg4X-CdnGE/s1600-h/IMG_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349068585982078002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1idKprDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FHg4X-CdnGE/s320/IMG_2339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1h5lmqWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/pFImHWFawNE/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349068576431450466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1h5lmqWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/pFImHWFawNE/s320/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1h6speeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0Ah06DRZQ4w/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349068576729430498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1h6speeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0Ah06DRZQ4w/s320/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1hV1FE-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/qiad5PyRuXA/s1600-h/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349068566832681954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1hV1FE-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/qiad5PyRuXA/s320/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1hJGqiqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/4uYixL4mTBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349068563416779426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1hJGqiqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/4uYixL4mTBQ/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then mariah made me feel better by saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju2pvY5iUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/WN8fkPWEhe8/s1600-h/long+hair+long+hair..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349069810644388162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju2pvY5iUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/WN8fkPWEhe8/s320/long+hair+long+hair..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7262725088475478920?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7262725088475478920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7262725088475478920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7262725088475478920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7262725088475478920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/59.html' title='59.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sju1idKprDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FHg4X-CdnGE/s72-c/IMG_2339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-8983063916875279288</id><published>2009-06-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:41:04.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>58.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I got my skate back! SWEEET, I've my skate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont be re-telling my story, I've told black already. You'll just have to read from my conversation with mok. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes! you're reading my private conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is just because I'm lazy to re-type...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjpfpNZ65AI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WZpyd9DbAfQ/s1600-h/the+mad+uncle+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348692669033538562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjpfpNZ65AI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WZpyd9DbAfQ/s320/the+mad+uncle+story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjpfpQhoQ4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/S_9XJ1RQTcA/s1600-h/mad+uncle+story+part+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348692669871178626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjpfpQhoQ4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/S_9XJ1RQTcA/s320/mad+uncle+story+part+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sjpfpn4NiNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Y-1p0fezPAQ/s1600-h/mad+uncle+storu+part+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348692676139911378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/Sjpfpn4NiNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Y-1p0fezPAQ/s320/mad+uncle+storu+part+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6799635800254342239-8983063916875279288?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8983063916875279288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=8983063916875279288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8983063916875279288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8983063916875279288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/58.html' title='58.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjpfpNZ65AI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WZpyd9DbAfQ/s72-c/the+mad+uncle+story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3185802108529115038</id><published>2009-06-16T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:25:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>57.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjezsQYZrEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/vH40Hh7L23U/s1600-h/IMG_8632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940655418682434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjezsQYZrEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/vH40Hh7L23U/s320/IMG_8632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Today is one of those days... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear today is one of those horrible day! Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, today left me -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt know what to do, I am drained of inspiration! I hate today, I hope it rains.. PFFFTS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I went to school half and hour early.. (Just like yesterday even though there was no school) sat down with claire infront of the fan at the mac table and started talking, Enghua came.. Ex- Miss Heng thought she was having ERP with the 4N3... After that found out from Miss Mai she was using our classroom as a bunk so we had to use geography room... I cant imagine people using my class as a bunk. Plain Gross...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went home did maths had tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mood was like negative- Until I saw 11:11 just now. Anyways, today is an unproductive day. did nothing. Feel like I've wasted one day of my life..24 hours,.. I slacked and slacked and slacked till it was tuition time. I didnt even talk to my friend... Something is wrong with me,.. I hope it rains..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3185802108529115038?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3185802108529115038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3185802108529115038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3185802108529115038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3185802108529115038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-one-of-those-days.html' title='57.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjezsQYZrEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/vH40Hh7L23U/s72-c/IMG_8632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7541412490419704701</id><published>2009-06-15T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:28:45.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>56.</title><content type='html'>So today I studied.. and it paid off..! ZEE came over, then went down to meet mok... then lincoln came over. Watch Mok fly his RC abit then the RC no batt... Sat down and tried to do my work, which I failed miserably... then Mok and Lin started talking about planes (something along that line) and they talk like they are some long lost friend or something.. cam-whored then I managed to concentrate on doing my work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln just had to do this... " you first differentiate then you integrate..." funny thing is, I was doing physic.. broke my concentration... then I couldnt get back on track... Mok went home cause his dad called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we slack there watching plane fly above us since the sky was too dark to study. Mosquito got our nerves so we went to my house slack.. Had macs for dinner. Talk some more then send them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I think you're cute, wanna hold hands?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjZ16GHsOMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xJ1-tILurKg/s1600-h/confession..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347591248484776130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjZ16GHsOMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xJ1-tILurKg/s320/confession..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So yupp... I miss Johnian! He is awfully cuteeee.... got me crazy!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss you too, Mr sexy!-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;though I swear there's nothing between us!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7541412490419704701?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7541412490419704701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7541412490419704701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7541412490419704701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7541412490419704701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-today-i-studied.html' title='56.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SjZ16GHsOMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xJ1-tILurKg/s72-c/confession..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-651119880029542099</id><published>2009-06-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:00:16.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55.</title><content type='html'>okay, 4 more minutes till the next day, initially it was 5 but i dilly dellied.&lt;br /&gt;So today I went facial.. kind of hate that place at time..&lt;br /&gt;3 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I walked there so I was like not to my liking..&lt;br /&gt;stomach hurts when I was walking backk.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went ECP. couldnt get my skate back since is at West Coast there with Black. - -"&lt;br /&gt;2 more minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Then I went steamboat and came home to watch these two vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, memories from cheer!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EMERALD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright is 12!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-651119880029542099?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/651119880029542099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=651119880029542099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/651119880029542099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/651119880029542099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/55.html' title='55.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-8826568249571594993</id><published>2009-06-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:58:21.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>53. my birthday, and the day after...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I had my birthday party. and I go on talking about how it went I'll like to give a thankyou speech((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd Like To Thank...&lt;br /&gt;My mum, for going through all the trouble preparing the food for the party! It was good!&lt;br /&gt;JieJie Constance, JieJie Jenny, and B for the cake. It taste awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Jullie, Aunty Mable for helping me to prepare the food!&lt;br /&gt;MOK, for wearing red and coming down for awhile... Since you're sick. (get well soon)&lt;br /&gt;MY DEAREST 6.9! Im really glad I had you to celebrate my birthday! (thanks vinod for passing the word round) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thanks for your presence! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the song, Im touched!&lt;br /&gt;MY CLASSMATE, for coming! and taking care of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;YINGNI for helping out. AND Zee, And Terence and Lincoln,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Matt! and Clifton! and Melvin and Ashley and Ianlex. for helping finishing the food up.&lt;br /&gt;LOL Clifton shot the party pooper at Ian's feet! Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Misato, Maria, Tracey,Jill, Roysmond. For singing and jamming.&lt;br /&gt;My parents' friends! Im now 600 plus bucks richer!&lt;br /&gt;Hema, she came for my parrrty((:&lt;br /&gt;Who ever who came and wasnt mentioned! You definitely liven up the party.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all who wished me happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;JOHNIAN (i met him today and he gave me a birthday huggg)&lt;br /&gt;YIDE (he wished me happy birthday though, and that started the conversation practically)&lt;br /&gt;ADELLE((: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;YUCHEONG!, so sabestian isnt yucheong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black, for offering to pay for my timbuk2 bagg... If you want a bag, click &lt;a href="http://yoururbanstyle.webs.com/timbuk2.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BOONSAN IS CUTE LA, AND MELVIN AND CLINTON! And TWIN AND BRANDON LEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NO WAAAAAIIT. EVERYONE IS CUTE! CAUSE AKU CINTA KAMU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so the party was like...&lt;br /&gt;Fun! GO SNAPPED MY FRIENDS BLOGG FOR A BIGGER PICTUREEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;I felt the 6.9 class spirit there and then.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with them in the group,&lt;br /&gt;just talking.&lt;br /&gt;receieving hugs((: i love this part!&lt;br /&gt;WALKING ARD...&lt;br /&gt;gossiping in my room afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;terence was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;eating at night with yokekee and my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY SIS YOU OWN ME GUPPPYS AND A TIMBUK2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 june.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my classmate... PLAY BASKETBALL THEN SWIM.&lt;br /&gt;suspose to meet them at 130. 2pm they still aint there so i was texting afew people... then the unexpected! JOHNIAN, who was on his way to training saw me and went "titaya?" LOL then I started talking to him and he's kind of late for his training.. HOPEFULLY HIS COACH WONT SCOLD. he gave me a birthday hug too((: So so happy((: I like him! cause he's like me((:&lt;br /&gt;So we played bball, tiring.- super!&lt;br /&gt;played against somee other people - even more tiring... My shirt felt like some see through.&lt;br /&gt;then they say start match, 11 ball... cool! we won them... and we had 2 girls on the team.&lt;br /&gt;YUP!&lt;br /&gt;ron said he would go for the guy in green if he were a girl ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;Said hi to their group matthew.&lt;br /&gt;errs...&lt;br /&gt;when to swim later?&lt;br /&gt;then dinner with my parents!&lt;br /&gt;YUPP I LOVE CLASSMATES!\&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wReLw9XijvI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wReLw9XijvI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-8826568249571594993?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8826568249571594993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=8826568249571594993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8826568249571594993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8826568249571594993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/53-my-birthday-and-day-after.html' title='53. my birthday, and the day after...'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1541751087455544865</id><published>2009-06-11T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:00:24.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is my last day being 16, In excately 20mins...&lt;br /&gt;How I feel about being 16, I became alittle bit more responsible at times only...&lt;br /&gt;I havent achieve much and Im begining to doubt myself... which is kind of bad.. I get to realise more about myself (which eventually lead to me doubting myself) And I know who my friends like friends who stay with me are.. So glad that I came to realise all this, So miserable at myself. Im gonna try to be better when im 17 though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my last day as a 16 years old by...&lt;br /&gt;1.eating noodles , it was darn good!&lt;br /&gt;2. went to a car showroom and decided that i'll probably want a BMW630i.&lt;br /&gt;3.create a fuss, like a pretty huge one..&lt;br /&gt;4. sat in a taxi with a uncle who talks alot about his son... (his son is in NS)&lt;br /&gt;5. taught yingni how to skate...&lt;br /&gt;6.meet more new friends.&lt;br /&gt;7.came home late.. and got scolded.. and felt bad..&lt;br /&gt;8.took a cab home... the uncle drove like really fast...&lt;br /&gt;9. came to realise my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;10. shall spend the last 11 mins talking to harold till i turned 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 8 mins..&lt;br /&gt;till someone can call me OLD.&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;6minutes..&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes..   i've decided not to play pixel ranger..&lt;br /&gt;harold is on his way home now... alot in a cab almost getting rape...&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes... my skate is with black. feel so lost without it.&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes.. im gonna burn my reci[e from action city, habour front..&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;1 minutes... the recipe just burned...&lt;br /&gt;today got no wind.. so not so fun..&lt;br /&gt; okay is 12! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ought to probably like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1541751087455544865?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1541751087455544865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1541751087455544865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1541751087455544865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1541751087455544865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-this-is-my-last-day-being-16-in.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4494482148315331705</id><published>2009-06-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:13:23.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Utter dissapointment for noel streatfeild's theatre shoes, I couldnt feel anyting at all. Im just so dissapointed. Putting tht aside, I dont think I did well for chinese O levels but surprisingly I dont think I feel any upset, which is really bad. I think I ought to start feeling bad, like really really soon but like theatr shoe, I cant feel anything... Maybe is because my swollen eye allergy stuff that' holding me back. I swear upon my toes that I did not cry okay! Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed... (my comp went off and then it came on on the next day.. after my tuition.. with a major migrane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna try to finish up a homework...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4494482148315331705?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4494482148315331705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4494482148315331705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4494482148315331705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4494482148315331705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/06/utter-dissapointment-for-noel.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-801562308965894113</id><published>2009-05-31T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:23:10.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SiKPnu5T-AI/AAAAAAAAAgU/W4mRVM8gio4/s1600-h/im+tall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341990020780914690" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SiKPnu5T-AI/AAAAAAAAAgU/W4mRVM8gio4/s320/im+tall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tall what are you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;So today was utterly wasting (at least the morning was..)&lt;br /&gt;I had fever last night,&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a pair of even more swollen eyes&lt;br /&gt;I look like some weirdoish person.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried using the ice to cool it down, had tuition then tried using hot water..&lt;br /&gt;I felt utterly miserable then.&lt;br /&gt;Mok for some reason, decided to be a nice person like he usually is and flew his heli right outside my window... Spectacular sight... My mum, sis and bro was all watching from the window. HAHA . Yeaps. then i went doctor, and they moved me to a temporary "clinic" which is a white canvas outside thomson medical centre...&lt;br /&gt;YADAYADAS..&lt;br /&gt;newton circus and back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-801562308965894113?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/801562308965894113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=801562308965894113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/801562308965894113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/801562308965894113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/51.html' title='51.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SiKPnu5T-AI/AAAAAAAAAgU/W4mRVM8gio4/s72-c/im+tall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4725865747888216822</id><published>2009-05-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:40:02.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;     There isnt really much to do since I've just got disconnected (No more stories from MOK) and is killing me already. I have memorised everything for my chinese O' levels which is in 2 days and yet I dont feel at ease. I know I am not prepared and would probably fail or something but I wish I could have feel more secure. After memorising all those words. It totally sucks not having MOK to talk too. He tell such great stories! I do wish I can go online again. Is terrible being all lonely and not able to sleep. MOK, tell me a story! I miss your story, ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Talking to Harold now, I feel like shit. So, AIIYA IM GONNA GO ON MY BED AND SLEEEEEP. GOODNIGHT-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though I have yet to get anything off my chest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4725865747888216822?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4725865747888216822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4725865747888216822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4725865747888216822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4725865747888216822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/50.html' title='50.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-5726244133475935933</id><published>2009-05-13T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:13:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49. rubber ducky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SgpxX76NoaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dLxNh-UQ8wo/s1600-h/rubber+ducky+mouse+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335201364606558626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SgpxX76NoaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dLxNh-UQ8wo/s320/rubber+ducky+mouse+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT'S THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SgpxsYonCHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bidU5dCsWlA/s1600-h/rubber+ducky+mouse+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335201715914737778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SgpxsYonCHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bidU5dCsWlA/s320/rubber+ducky+mouse+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Another clue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is... My rubber duck mouse! Complete with changing backlight, Zoom functions and high resolution 800dpi. How awesome is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SgpyDTiEN5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/l-2vumaxFXs/s1600-h/rubber+ducky+mouse+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335202109682104210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SgpyDTiEN5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/l-2vumaxFXs/s320/rubber+ducky+mouse+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side note, Jiahwee told me to revise for my Biology. Went home to eat 2 bowls of rice with my mum's special straw veg minced pork thing, taste as fabulous as ever. Just found my last year E-maths paper which I am goingt to redo. And then back to Biology just like Jiahwee said!&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/6799635800254342239-5726244133475935933?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5726244133475935933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=5726244133475935933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/5726244133475935933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/5726244133475935933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/49-rubber-ducky.html' title='49. rubber ducky!'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SgpxX76NoaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dLxNh-UQ8wo/s72-c/rubber+ducky+mouse+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-178637809958159361</id><published>2009-05-11T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:30:50.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Built to last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SggWtyp640I/AAAAAAAAAew/WLvnAcpaq3A/s1600-h/built+to+last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334538734567875394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SggWtyp640I/AAAAAAAAAew/WLvnAcpaq3A/s320/built+to+last.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;celebrated vesak day and mother's day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Pictures are uploaded in facebook,   I got to say both days were well spent although I did not study.I spent it with my family which is something I hadnt do ever since the year started. It is great spending time together again. This year- O level, also might be the last year I am spending in Singapore. I honestly will miss my friends, and obviously my family.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mid year is stressing me out so much that I have forgotten my goal, O level results. This really stinks!  Luckily I have only 6 months more to go, cant stop to regret. All I can ever do now is to look forward and press on, forget Mid year, Is prelim and O's that count! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You're Built To Last Titaya.    Life's difficult but so are you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever wonder what's life going to be like for you in 10 years?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I do and ever so many times I am damm tempted to ask Luth what he was like 10 years ago but I shaldnt cause I dont think is right.- So bit my tongue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-178637809958159361?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/178637809958159361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=178637809958159361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/178637809958159361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/178637809958159361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/05/built-to-last.html' title='Built to last.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SggWtyp640I/AAAAAAAAAew/WLvnAcpaq3A/s72-c/built+to+last.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6077047632608039744</id><published>2009-04-12T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:15:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe i should let my blog rot till after o's cause i dont think anything interesting things is going to happen to me. I mean like, if your daily visits are school and home, what cool things can happen right? Yeah, you got my point. My parents came back from thailand yesterday. SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week without them is still survivable, the house is fairly clean. My laundry all done. I think i'll survive if I live alone in other country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-6077047632608039744?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6077047632608039744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6077047632608039744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6077047632608039744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6077047632608039744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-i-should-let-my-blog-rot-till.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3602952591906561636</id><published>2009-03-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:00:54.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPORTSDAY WAS GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;              EMERALD WON OVERALL CHAMPIONS &amp;amp; CHEER CHAMPIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am so proud of my house, all our runners and cheerleaders. Guys im proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All those training, sweat, anger, fustration.All well paid off.  We went in, did our best and we won. All those saturdays and sundays WORTH IT! Alright guys, we gotta hold on the the championship. We made them take note of us, Now we've just got to better ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Champions, all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So what do you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We're in it, to win it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GO EMERALD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6223061024289107297</id><published>2009-03-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:36:52.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay its starts off with a penguin&lt;br /&gt;who found a well&lt;br /&gt;then the penguin threw a pebble and wished for a fish&lt;br /&gt;And Poof! a fish dropped from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Then the penguin threw a rock inside&lt;br /&gt;and poof! a bigger tuna dropped from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;then the penguin got greedy and threw a huge piece of brick inside&lt;br /&gt;and a Huge Salmon Drop from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;and still the penguin is NOT HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;he then took a bolder and threw into the well&lt;br /&gt;A whale dropped on the penguin and it died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Homework isnt even done.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck TEETAYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-6223061024289107297?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6223061024289107297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6223061024289107297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6223061024289107297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6223061024289107297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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him&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like an Indian summer&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of winter&lt;br /&gt;Like a hard candy&lt;br /&gt;With a surprise center&lt;br /&gt;How do I get better&lt;br /&gt;Once I've had the best&lt;br /&gt;You said there's&lt;br /&gt;Tons of fish in the water&lt;br /&gt;So the waters I will test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;I taste your mouth&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me in I was disgusted with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Was looking into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best&lt;br /&gt;And yes I do regret&lt;br /&gt;How I could let myself&lt;br /&gt;Let you go&lt;br /&gt;Now the lesson's learned&lt;br /&gt;I touched it I was burned&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm with him&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What you would do if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you walk through&lt;br /&gt;And bust in the door&lt;br /&gt;And take me away&lt;br /&gt;Oh no more mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7320655202306557038?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-5822102769280964861</id><published>2009-02-17T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:12:53.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOT MY NEW CAMERA! A GOLD IXUS 870!&lt;br /&gt;went to TAKASHIMAYA to meet my mum to get the camera, Im jubilant., it's over the top!. LOVE YOU KAM-MORH-RAH! LOVe the gold. So there goes my 449 singapore dollars. SO sad -.O!!    Gonna grab pictures of my cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE HOUR, i laughed at tian's misery! IM the man.&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY ; slept in class, got a new camera + printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alton mistooked me for jasmine tan.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, "wtf! you look like jasmine tan."&lt;br /&gt;okaaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-5822102769280964861?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5822102769280964861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=5822102769280964861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/5822102769280964861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/5822102769280964861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-my-new-camera-gold-ixus-870-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3178168923524737553</id><published>2009-02-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:49:55.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;*stomach grumbles*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ankle still swollen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HappyBirthday ZEE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really off form today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still wants to go back thailand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skiped school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guitar Hero is quite nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; ryan chia should do it and think about the consequences later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; mattsy should get some attitude adjustment when someone rejects him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; - should just back off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; i hate him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MIDDLE-jimmy eats world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or looked down on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just try your best, try everything you can &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't you worry what they tell themselves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you're away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It just takes some time, little girl in the middle of the ride (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything it'll be alright (alright) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, you know they're all the same &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know you're doing better on your own (on your own) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So don't buy in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live right now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, just be yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter if it's good enough &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For someone else &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everthing, everything it'll be just fine (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything it'll be alright (alright) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything it'll be just fine (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything it'll be alright (alright) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or looked down on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just do your best, do everything you can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't you worry what the bitter hearts, are gonna say &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything it'll be just fine (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything it'll be alright (alright). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything It'll be just fine (over, and over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything, everything it'll be alright (alright)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3178168923524737553?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3178168923524737553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3178168923524737553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3178168923524737553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3178168923524737553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/stomach-grumbles-ankle-still-swollen.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1536501234128099201</id><published>2009-02-03T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:20:42.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MEET THE ROBINSON IS THE GREATEST MODERN DISNEY ANIMATED MOVIE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant spell modern right now and yet im blogging when im having BIO SPA tomorrow and Chinese Test. Well it is cause MEET THE ROBISON have such a great impact on me.  MEET THE ROBINSON is the most awe-spiring disney show for the 21st century. That i can vouch for you. It has inspired me to study even harder. Can you believe that? Me, motivated to study? Yeah, but is a really good movie, way way better than jimmy neutron, way more interesting, okay im running out of words, today is not a day for me. Wish me luck for my tests!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1536501234128099201?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1536501234128099201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1536501234128099201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1536501234128099201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1536501234128099201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-robinson-is-greatest-modern-disney.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2097174632324405340</id><published>2009-02-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:49:35.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of january, 14 more days and is the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna feel so dumbwhack on that day.. And if you're wondering what concert it is, maybe you should check the website:&lt;a href="http://www.impact.co.th/2009.pdf"&gt;http://www.impact.co.th/2009.pdf&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thaiticketmajor.com/concert/tor_lovely_day_eng.php"&gt;http://www.thaiticketmajor.com/concert/tor_lovely_day_eng.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chingay parade 2009 is on, it's such a festive atmosphere there, a complete opposite of what im feeling-shit. School is starting tomorrow and i have yet started on my homework, i dont even know what homework i have! I can tell is going to be a very shitty week. OH DEAR! i am going to need every prayer every help i can get to get through this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, i've been going through motions. Array of events just skim past me, I have no comprehension what so ever that happen. Flag day, getting scolde my miss thiru, those were the only memorable and FUN times this week, the rest is only a mere part of my ife which i doubt i'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having diarrhoea this few days,ever since friday.On saturday i had this really bad sore smack into my throat. I can even practice my scales, fuck, i cant even practice. Stomach is getting nasty.It has been dragging my spirits down lately, this morning i woke up to a hazy morning and my head feels light, manage to catch some sleep while reading Nat geog mag. Oh dear, i havent finish reading last month's Nat geog. Im feeling so disturbed, dismayed whatever else you can add here, i dont really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out from ZhiJiang that we have bio homework.&lt;br /&gt;Great- bio and i didnt bring my textbook back.&lt;br /&gt;I should get along to my bio homeowrk before retiring to an early night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-2097174632324405340?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2097174632324405340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2097174632324405340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2097174632324405340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2097174632324405340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-january-14-more-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7080199398189173770</id><published>2009-01-24T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:26:04.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, im in thailand, studying.&lt;br /&gt;how hopeless can i get?&lt;br /&gt;today is chinese new year, meaning red packets, fire crackers and happy happy people!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOTS-.&lt;br /&gt;got my teeth filled too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM SO LOVING TOR SAKSIT. for some uber reason, he is cute okay...&lt;br /&gt;14 feburary, his concert... OMG i so want to go!.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7080199398189173770?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7080199398189173770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7080199398189173770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7080199398189173770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7080199398189173770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-im-in-thailand-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2426582934321865313</id><published>2009-01-23T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:17:48.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks a billion,&lt;br /&gt;for cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;it takes alot to make a grumpy idiot like me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-2426582934321865313?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2426582934321865313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2426582934321865313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2426582934321865313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2426582934321865313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-billion-for-cheering-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1993383457470417898</id><published>2009-01-14T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:49:05.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Completed my homework (the ones claire reminded me about)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there's physic test and i have yet to study physic.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 days before ianlex's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;3 sms went unreplied.&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for bed, still debating if i should do dishes and iron my clothes now.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is coming back tomorrow. Im so really glad! but i've got some workshop going on. ...tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;mattsy's elephant and gumballs.&lt;br /&gt;something i totally wanna ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Im anything but &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ...your eyes screams jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"everytime you try to pull me down.&lt;br /&gt;i shall promise you this,&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep the smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;cause i have the sun as my spotlight,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it keeps my life shinning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will not try to reconcile,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4513174376215323338</id><published>2009-01-11T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:37:02.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Feels like I have always known you&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I dreamt about you&lt;br /&gt;All those endless nights I was alone&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've spent forever searching&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;With you it feels like I am finally home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;br /&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;br /&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but surrender&lt;br /&gt;My everything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could resist you&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you were different from what I've known&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see you coming&lt;br /&gt;You took me by surprise and&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart before I could say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;br /&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;br /&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;My everything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;(the way you smile, the way you touch my face)&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;(it's something that you do I can't explain)&lt;br /&gt;I run a million miles just to hear you say my name&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You manage to disarm me&lt;br /&gt;My soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but surrender&lt;br /&gt;My everything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alittle update i guess, im doing homework now so, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4513174376215323338?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-8961714714093832157</id><published>2009-01-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:10:36.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i am bloging from thailand, my family all went to pangya to play golf.&lt;br /&gt;i hate golf.&lt;br /&gt;so im here blogging. im trying to blog and talk at the same time and it's impossible. okay guess what im gonna irritate alex and put the post on hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-8961714714093832157?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8961714714093832157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2916404663823198784</id><published>2008-12-25T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:37:22.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally here in arizona after an hour flight from las vegas.Weather here wasnt as chilly. Been on plane, visiting, visiting and more visiting today. I didnt, have never realise that i got so many cousins. I mean straight from the plane i visited aunt summer's house.Crowded was the word. There's like 50 over people in the living room. Super shy i am, i tried to avoid the crowd (cause i barely know them except the exceptional some which isnt alot etc tedd, jonathan, vanessa, elizabeth, roulin) Most of them are busy with the present game- you're given a number and when your number is called, you pick your present. If you get the present you dont want, you can put it up for trade and pick a new one. Really fun to watch but it is alittle intimidating to have 50 over people staring at you. And im not lying. Next we headed out to PoPo's house for alittle while, i did nothing there. Then off we go to the next town where my GuGu's house is.There i ate,played slot machine and lots and lots of pool. Extremely FUN.We stayed there till late and soon we headed home to this housen which im in now. It's my aunt suwanie home and its really really cosy in here. Too cosy infact, with too much souvenior,books,framed photos,soft toys- basically anything that collects dust. We wanted to help her clear up, garage sale to help her clear her home but she threatens to send us to PoPo's house to sleep. I'll try to make a video tour of her home and we shall see if my efficient mother can make her clear up the house in a week. I'll try to upload all my vacation's picture but no promises.  The sky here's really great, plenty of stars, i which i could sleep outside and do some stargrazing but is too dangerous. There's scropions and rattle snake. But still the night sky is mesmerising, i just cant describe it. Alright, the night is getting cold and is too chilly to type outside here, the clock strike 12 (i think is 12) for quite long ago,i better sleep. There's shopping spree tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Here in the states, cheapest day to do shopping is undoubtly boxing day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;laptop/notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foutain pen (hopefully)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that gucci wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid factory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;victoria secret underpants (i love it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calvin klein's underpants too! (loyal customer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plenty plenty plenty of clothings aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnddddddddd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweets,sweets and sweets for my lovely classmates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks to gingera, shawn, alexander, junjie, adelle, 81349694, jolene, jordy, justin, shavet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who wish me a merry christmas, well merry christmas to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know is kind of late but it's christmas over here in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-884243849555948974</id><published>2008-12-08T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:52:43.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1sxsTq_hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4OKTDSqsFvk/s1600-h/okay,+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277493939311148562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1sxsTq_hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4OKTDSqsFvk/s320/okay,+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cast from angus,thongs and perfect snogging. i really think they've got the cutest cast ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qYfc3zcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yIyavH7kkmM/s1600-h/mitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277491307340090818" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qYfc3zcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yIyavH7kkmM/s320/mitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mitch hewer,19 - skins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qYBNZAfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S4W0YxdYSNw/s1600-h/mark.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277491299222094322" style="WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qYBNZAfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S4W0YxdYSNw/s320/mark.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qYHXa3EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w3e-1SAWfKg/s1600-h/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277491300874771522" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qYHXa3EI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w3e-1SAWfKg/s320/max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; max thieriot,20 - the pacifier, catch that kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qXb6McvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DMqq1DZcrB4/s1600-h/cody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277491289209467634" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qXb6McvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DMqq1DZcrB4/s320/cody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cody linley,19 - cheaper by the dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qXA-TUiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SBSy_X9y1Zc/s1600-h/aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277491281978937890" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1qXA-TUiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SBSy_X9y1Zc/s320/aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aaron johnson,18-angus,thongs and perfect snogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1m1J6rN_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6qhymH8miwQ/s1600-h/william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277487401729210354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1m1J6rN_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6qhymH8miwQ/s320/william.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; william moseley,21 - the chronicles of narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1m0hyavGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RdFf3NAwsxM/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277487390957157474" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1m0hyavGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RdFf3NAwsxM/s320/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex pettyfer, 18 - wild child,stormbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-884243849555948974?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/884243849555948974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=884243849555948974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/884243849555948974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/884243849555948974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/12/cast-from-angusthongs-and-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/ST1sxsTq_hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4OKTDSqsFvk/s72-c/okay,+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1601415616453241297</id><published>2008-12-08T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:26:01.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;3 Days till my flight to US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So excited! So not excited. I hope US food makes me slimmer.GRRRR, obesity is such a unmanagable disease.I so dont want to die from it.tsktsk. Gonna have to work out like Joni.She should be the world's inspiration to lose weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyhow, today went out with Zee. met her at 230 and by then i already spent 12 bucks waiting for her. My 12 amazing bucks wasted.On just crane machine. I love those machine but hate it how the make us spent dollars after dollars. Stupid crane machine. Zee eventually turn up ending my agony- waiting for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So off we go, slacking walking and in her case buying jumper.So we walk and try not to regconise, through and fro amk and bishan. And that's how my day is spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;British guys are uber cute, count yourself lucky if you happen to like to look at them cause im gonna flood this post with pictures and pictures of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1601415616453241297?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1601415616453241297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1601415616453241297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1601415616453241297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1601415616453241297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-till-my-flight-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1485018265941890402</id><published>2008-12-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:09:06.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, let me re-explain what i mean by life's craawling by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning's a drag. I have to wake up at 7-8am, for morning walks, which isnt really so bad except for that foul smell.The walk actually perks me up in the morning but i wouldnt be able to sleep like later at around 3-5pm cause i'll be loaded high on sugar. Which makes me jump around like literally... Hence, bye to my afternoon napp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the walk, we stop by the market and that would really mean carrying bags and bags of uncooked lunch which is rather pungent since there's fish and all, by still the market is kind of nice cause i like to see fighting fish!  GO FIGHTING FISHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today evening, i went wakeboarding! And i was unusually clumsy, like seriously.Mark is all your fault. Had food court dinner ((: then off back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s we stop at mediya first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1485018265941890402?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1485018265941890402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1485018265941890402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1485018265941890402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1485018265941890402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-let-me-re-explain-what-i-mean-by.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3065738652984606036</id><published>2008-12-07T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:28:40.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life's crawling at snail pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                           &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; more days till im up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; up and away!&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/6799635800254342239-3065738652984606036?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3065738652984606036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3065738652984606036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3065738652984606036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3065738652984606036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-crawling-at-snail-pace.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3068173064065034638</id><published>2008-12-04T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:19:58.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.that-malay-dog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.that-malay-dog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; is dedicated to HER, some stuck up fuck face that have no real friends or friend for that matter. Fortunately for her, she thinks she is real gorgeous and all, confidence is not a problem for her.But she has to get the fact right, she is fucking ugly.She has a warm family which she doesnt know how to cherish.And she dumps any true friend she have ever got.Good for her, she thinks she doesnt need them, she never do.The world revolves around her, she is the greatest, she is never wrong,she is the world's only princess.She is allah the greatest! She is so great that the coach praise her.WOW!!!! She is a goddess. and finally, she is a theif. Stealing everyone's precious. Manupilator, using everyone like they are her toys. Here's a message to her :&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a life! Carrying Louis Vuitton doesnt make you any smarter/prettier/great/of-higher-social-status. It just makes you look, well fake.Ignoring your aquitance doesnt make you any cooler either, it just makes you unsociable. If the world hates you, suck it up. Whining/Creating a scene doesnt make the matter any better, it just make the world hate you more. Flirting makes you a SLUT, even if it's unintentional. You're not pretty, though you have the figure. Trust me unless you change, society shall fuck you upside down. Get real;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :I hopes she have sex with whoever and got pregnant, her mum would be so hurt that she disown her and she'll make up some crappy story that the indians worker rape her.When she reports to the police, they';; take sperm sample for her vagina and test it for DNA, then they shall realise that is her whoever and lock him up in jail for underage sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Main post today, went cycling with danial and it kind of rained so we headed home to meet thiamjie and his girlfriend melissa.Melissa is super sweet girl! She sings! She dance! How cool can she get? So "played" table tennis, tell ghost story, eat crackers, played badminton then they swim we talk. ThiamJie got good taste! Hahas, i had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After that i went play bball. Today is rather well spent.! Though i got into rather bad mood but i shall act cute to make myself feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ciaos-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                   xoxoxoxo((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3068173064065034638?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3068173064065034638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3068173064065034638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3068173064065034638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3068173064065034638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-9190925466827948889</id><published>2008-12-03T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:44:40.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HOW SWEET CAN YOU GET JOSHUA?&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/6799635800254342239-9190925466827948889?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/9190925466827948889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=9190925466827948889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/9190925466827948889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/9190925466827948889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-sweet-can-you-get-joshua.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1242498263872171568</id><published>2008-12-03T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:29:33.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY DAD IS BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, like what i've said, my dad is back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He brought many many snacks from taiwan, another reason for me to grow fat! LOL, and the airport situation in thailand have somewhat calmed down so i might be leaving singapore earlier. So take note everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is hot, way too hot ot my liking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i havent been blogging for the past few days merely because i did nothing other than slacking with friends and wasting my precious bucks, counting down the days to my trip to the states instead of getting started on my holiday homework.I did nothing except for chinese, the one we're suspose to hand up before holiday is over. I just did last monday or tuesday, cant remember. The band was practising, I really admire them, they practise during the precious holidays. GO bhss band! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so today (as in the 3rd of dec) I woke up at the usual 9am- mum's rule. Bath, then nap infront of the tv till 3pm.Had my lunch then tuition with my dearest Mrs Tan. She makes chinese so enjoyable! Plus, she knows the bestest cakes are from ritz carlton. RITZ CARLTON!!! I freaking love that place, their buffet is super good, just like my chinese teacher. LaoShi, YOU ROCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I must really figure out how to say that in chinese! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had training, bullied fiancee with stephen then off to fetch daddy from the airport. Karmal and Danial didnt come. (im gonna kill you for that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as of 4th december, i watched uptown girls and shall go cycling with danial and hema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night chats with joshua wears me down. Is like sleeping 6hrs total for 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came up with something interesting on3rdec while searching dakota fanning on imdb.com. This actor suspposely died at 27, cause he wasnt getting enough film or some sort commited suicide. He hanged himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Brandis"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Brandis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's the story.  Yeah, just go read. (its 222am.) Anyways, his death got me thinking how death can be so intentional. I mean what if one day, just that one unfortunate day, someone in my class murdered themselve from stress from studies? Would I be stunned? What will the school do, their actions to help the students and prevent other suicide.  Ah, im such crap. Anyway, i think he's really cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1242498263872171568?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1242498263872171568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1242498263872171568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1242498263872171568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1242498263872171568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dad-is-back-yes-like-what-ive-said.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3291451901613413024</id><published>2008-11-29T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:17:42.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This Bulletin is To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To every guy that regrets hurting or losing her.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who knows which girl he wants!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that's said, "Sex can wait."&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town (or across the state) to see her.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who has given her flowers just because.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that said he would die for her.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that really would.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that did what she wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that cried in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that she cried in front of.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that holds hands with her.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that kisses her with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.&lt;br /&gt;TO EVERY GUY THAT WOULD SIT AND WAIT FOR HER FOR HOURS JUST TO SEE HER FOR TEN MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that would give his seat up.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that just wants to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who told his secrets to her.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that believed in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that walked her to her car.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that wasn't just trying to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that gave his heart&lt;br /&gt;To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.&lt;br /&gt;This is one bulletin for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore... And because of this, there are not many left out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3291451901613413024?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3291451901613413024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3291451901613413024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3291451901613413024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3291451901613413024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-bulletin-is-to-to-every-guy-that.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3513845171549965587</id><published>2008-11-28T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:50:32.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Actually is in june but in just some mere 5 mins, i manage to get like 8 victim in about 5 mins.And the victims are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ZhongHan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;JoNae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tiahshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hungyih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;so pround of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3513845171549965587?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3513845171549965587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3513845171549965587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3513845171549965587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3513845171549965587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-my-birthday-actually-is-in-june.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4952873690800859931</id><published>2008-11-25T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:20:47.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My twilight is loding((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4952873690800859931?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4952873690800859931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4952873690800859931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4952873690800859931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4952873690800859931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-twilight-is-loding.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1254432464555649727</id><published>2008-11-25T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:18:38.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;16 days till twilight opens in cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes people! I am slowly counting down to the premieres of twilight which i wont be attending cause I will be in states. Damm, this is one holiday I wish i am spending in 1) Thailand 2)Singapore 3) anywhere twilight will be showing and is easily acessible! I have waited since Aug/Sept for this one movie and &lt;strong&gt;DANG!&lt;/strong&gt; I wont be catching it.Annoying much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems so much like yesterday, while searching up taylor lautner i chanced upon twilight, then made plans to buy the book until like a month later then i managed to get it. (biting my torn nails off) then aniticipating twilight for a whole 22 months, 2 freaking months and yet i wont be able to watch it. Im so hurt! Gawd i ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1254432464555649727?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1254432464555649727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1254432464555649727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1254432464555649727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1254432464555649727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-days-till-twilight-opens-in-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7306216561274885357</id><published>2008-11-22T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:02:24.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 1 : People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 2 : Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. Those people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is your CCA? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a guy older than you? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If he has it all, and isnt weird to like a guy seriously younger than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why not? I like school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Depends, i'll definitely spent a portion ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No, never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed?Loving someone or being loved? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Both, i love someone and i know im loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. List out your favourite band? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tokio hotel, son of dorks,The academy is,Amber pacific,Black stone cherry,boys like girls,busted,fightstar,fall out boys,FMstastic,FFAF, 12th and hyde((: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Admire him from afar? isnt that what you should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. What makes you angry? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Misunderstanding, misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;More mature, hopefully. and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Fat but happy or thin but grumpy?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thin, for now i really wanna be thin and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. What is the most important thing in your life? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Being happy, and blessed, and happy, peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Would rather be single and rich or married but poor? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Definitely single and rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Would you give all in a relationship? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If it will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;None, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Would you forgive &amp;amp; forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone has done? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I would even if i dont want too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. What do you want to tell the person you love? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;love is entrancing. it catches you at the most unpredictable moment and surprises you. love is definitely sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19.What is the one thing you regretted most in your life? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Giving up. Seriously sometimes i dont know how far i've gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. You have only 1 more day to live (choi choi choi, touch wood !), would you confess to the one you love ?  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll rather make sure that person is living his/her life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;the one in italic is my question yo((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;5 people who's gonna do this quiz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;girlfriend/ ZEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;kristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;adora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7306216561274885357?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7306216561274885357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7306216561274885357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7306216561274885357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7306216561274885357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/rule-1-people-who-have-been-tagged-must.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7838016087373582243</id><published>2008-11-22T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:44:42.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont say my blog is rotten cause it isnt, it isnt dead or rotten is just down. I'll try to update as much as possible using my brother's computer.Yeah, im the pathetic fuck without computer/notebook right now. *bows to the audience* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have not start on my homework this holiday, i dont feel like it, just the pure lazyness swirling up inside me. damm i keep on forgeting to bring my chinese homework to hand up to mdm teng. tsk tsk* I should start reminding myself to do so. TITAYA GET YOUR DAMM HOMEWORK TO SCHOOL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss using comp. Stupid internet, freaking died on me. I HATE YOU!  I hope luth's lappy crashes on him. He scolded it bitch like a ka-zillion times and it's still loving towards him.Damm that royal lappy. Urgh, i feel like murdering it. Im a lappy murder-er. LAPPY MURDERER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Television is like my uber companion right now, since my dad suscribe to almost every channel. So i'll be channel surfing the night away, cartoons, anime, documentry [ especially those about ghost and mummy] movies... is like a whole variety, a whole new world. I can even watch britian's channel ((: I super like their accent, is like luring, i freaking love. You know what, alex pettyfer is british which is = british accent = HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but doesnt matter i know someone hotter.   ^ ^    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night i was listening to metro station while going to sleep.. guess what my sister did? she off my speaker! why? She think that nobody sleeps with trance on, like hello? what am i? a NOBODY?? C'mon, anyone can do that! So i still ended up listening to son of dork and yes i fell asleep halfway through the song and is not because is boring.Son of dork is a great band. Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yeah, im still trying to figure out what configure routers are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7838016087373582243?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7838016087373582243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7838016087373582243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7838016087373582243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7838016087373582243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-say-my-blog-is-rotten-cause-it.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-8372620632171525824</id><published>2008-11-13T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:03:52.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;THANK YOU CHNICKY FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;putting up with my random nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;listening to my super long and boring rants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cheering me up every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;agree-ing to be a chnicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;being ever so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IM NOT YOUR MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Im gonna sleep now, goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;love is entrancing. it catches you at the most unpredictable moment and surprises you. love is definitely sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-8372620632171525824?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8372620632171525824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=8372620632171525824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8372620632171525824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/8372620632171525824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-chnicky-for-putting-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4709734011463911018</id><published>2008-11-13T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:15:34.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didnt blog for days, cause i have been going out with my friends. Sleeping till 1pm. And talk till dawn. I love it like this but i feel stupid-er and stupid-er everyday. Damm my small small brains. Tmr im gonna play phone bills. And get my mum to go shopping with me. Im gonna buy the belts im eyeing at((: BELT BELT BELT. and I also want vest! LOL, must find someone to go arab streets with me to buy my gem and carefourr to buy the Epoxy glue. Then i shall spent the holiday ZHN-Ing my phone + Thumbdrive.((:      Invite afew friends over to ZHN tgt. Spent less money also((:                                        IM SO COOL!!!       HAHAS., im trying to save more money liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4709734011463911018?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4709734011463911018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4709734011463911018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4709734011463911018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4709734011463911018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-didnt-blog-for-days-cause-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4095617047747005042</id><published>2008-11-10T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:14:44.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 november 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shortest post for today.Went out with Liting, Alex,Reginal(the guy) and his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Play arcade then pooled. Call tian come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the day ended bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADVICE TO SELF: Forget the insane world,Forget your new found pain. In this world, animosity stays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apologies to everyone whom i had offended, offended, would be offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4095617047747005042?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4095617047747005042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4095617047747005042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4095617047747005042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4095617047747005042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/shortest-post-for-today.html' title='11 november 2008'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-3370276780100792215</id><published>2008-11-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:15:13.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 november 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas is coming even though is like 48 days and johnian's birthday is excately 49 days away. That little guy intrigue me. He is small and is packed with 4 times more nonsense than me, no wonder we do get along.((: Maybe i should take a picture with that little asstart who aint so little anymore. He said he is 160 which is my height.Damm i wonder how tall is the brother. GAWD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love christmas,all the joy and happiness of being together, presents, YES those presents.I never really get them.But still, is nice to hope and dream for it. Yes Im going to get like many many things this year. like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LG laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sony camera (T77)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice hockey Boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get that scuba diving Cert! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so i woke up at 635 and get ready for miss chong's lesson.Arrived at 730 and guess what? Lesson starts at 1030! Amazing! i found out after calling alex and he was still sleeping like some snot.Urgh, horrible. So i went to computer lab to slack.DUH. Class after class.Luth change his class, now im like at the window.Gah, hate window, no privacy.But is a bigger room so i guess is better?Not. I didnt really no much today, which is utterly sad. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-3370276780100792215?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3370276780100792215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=3370276780100792215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3370276780100792215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/3370276780100792215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-is-coming-even-though-is-like.html' title='7 november 2008'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-7027495964711055412</id><published>2008-11-06T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:15:51.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 november 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SRL2zh-hXZI/AAAAAAAAACw/qtG1zMog6vA/s1600-h/May+Queen..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265542279503895954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SRL2zh-hXZI/AAAAAAAAACw/qtG1zMog6vA/s320/May+Queen..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking to johnian now. Johnian johnian johnian, why are you so gay? Why?Why?Why? Talking to him just make me realise how fucked up my friends actually are. And by fuck up i mean FAKE. Really, i mean how fake can they get? Seriously, if she wants to hang out with me she wouldnt find me out late at night will she? I mean who hangsout in the middle of the night at 12? Seriously, is a really stupid thing to do. The thing is, No i wont want to hang out in the night and get rape thankyou. Guys if you try asking the girl out, maybe you shouldnt hold her hands. I mean it makes the girl feel like being used.USED. I mean you wouldnt want a girl to feel that would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm checking your pulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm giving you air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But your body disagrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no it don't care at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now your eyes roll awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You say Darling what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I fall asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you carry me home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I know I wasn't here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm closing your blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shutting your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid I have to gooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd sing you a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm feeling quite off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my heartIt's occupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now's not the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's try this again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this time don't laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'm working on my sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm working on my play on words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll get it this timeIf I am a clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you are the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm patiently waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're out of line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll be the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you'll be the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm closing your blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shutting your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid I have to gooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd sing you a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm feeling quite offIn my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's occupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now's not the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I am a clockT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;han your are the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm patiently waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're out of line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm counting the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you've lied to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hands were full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a second to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I am a clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Than your are the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm patiently waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're out of line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm counting the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you've lied to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hands were ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a second to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm closing your blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shutting your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid I have to gooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd sing you a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ut i'm feeling quite off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's occupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now's not the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rocket to the moon, Not a second to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Played pool with tian today. What a slack off day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-7027495964711055412?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7027495964711055412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=7027495964711055412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7027495964711055412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/7027495964711055412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/talking-to-johnian-now.html' title='6 november 2008'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SRL2zh-hXZI/AAAAAAAAACw/qtG1zMog6vA/s72-c/May+Queen..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2925153849287547018</id><published>2008-11-03T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:37:20.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd november 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SQ8VLYGfXBI/AAAAAAAAACo/UYk4QWt9lt8/s1600-h/See+you..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264449774611815442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SQ8VLYGfXBI/AAAAAAAAACo/UYk4QWt9lt8/s320/See+you..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feel like having extra large words today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Had test for maths.I simply dont understand log.I hate log.Didnt do much for english today.While dotA-ing, miss pay came in.I thought i was gonna get scolded.LMAOS.I think weihaur settle everything. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After school met Tian,ZhiHao,Ken for pool.On my way there meet Ryan.So i dragged him along.We played pool and according to Tian the Pro, My bridge is good. And i have small fingers - -". trust me, Tian is the Pro! Came my house eat, played ball with Melvi and Misato, Sis and Bro.Fun.At night edit some photo.Just realise i havent do my maths hw and my english compo. SHUCKS. Tummy hurts from eating too much chilli.I will never learn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry people, tonight's post is just alittle summary, but look on the bright-side. it has picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6799635800254342239-2925153849287547018?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2925153849287547018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2925153849287547018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2925153849287547018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2925153849287547018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-test-for-maths.html' title='3rd november 2008'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMapcWrkKCE/SQ8VLYGfXBI/AAAAAAAAACo/UYk4QWt9lt8/s72-c/See+you..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-6017528737503924823</id><published>2008-11-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:44:29.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st november, 11:42pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY FAT BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;go upload photo lar. ask you upload still say busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then read my blog.GO TO HELL.LOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-6017528737503924823?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6017528737503924823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=6017528737503924823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6017528737503924823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/6017528737503924823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-november-1142pm.html' title='1st november, 11:42pm'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2304136452427093719</id><published>2008-11-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:37:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31/1st october/november (i forgot what i did on 30th) if anyone do please refresh my memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TINJUN. oh? why do i bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been having lots and lots of fun although im ill. Yesterday with fabulous and claire, we had an adventure! Journey to escape was a disaster cause we travelled to the wrong side of singapore. WE WENT&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; JURONG EAST!&lt;/span&gt; Hawhaw, we only found out that it was the wrong side whenwe reach kranji. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALL THANKS TO YOU HUNG!&lt;/span&gt; I called and you didnt pick up the phone.You could have saved us some precious time.And so that's how we met this pervertic but kind uncle who wants to be a model and caren would be his make up artist and alex would take his nude photo of the roof.LMAO. how retarded is that?He also wants to sponser caren to record an album.hawhaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We arrived at escape around 1 in the afternoon.Escape was close and would only be open at 7-11pm. FUCKED! that's way way way stupid! Is like we travelled acrossed singapore to find a place which doesnt open till late? Yeah! But i guess it was all worth is cause we went synthetic ice skating and bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FABULOUS has matching watches and soon contacts! Yeaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then i headed back to escape theme park for the halloween party.It was Fantastic!Met ZhiHao,Ken,Kent,Carlo,Davin and the girls; HuiQi,gwen,another girl and JingHui.So while waiting for some people who havent turn up, we went to get our fortune told and the person is really accurate.My dad wont let me ScubaDive.Haunted house wasnt scary, Ken was shock cause the person scared him.He scolded something..Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then on the inverter we went which is really super no kick and then the spinning thing.Our last stop for today.In between we took photos. Would upload later when i get all the photos.Cause JingHui havent sent me her pile of photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halloween night was sweet and i enjoyed it but is kind of buggy and you know why.Hope you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch/Breakfast with dad and his friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went out with tao,eye and her friend.Went to watch coffin.Enuffing nice! Is One part really scary. Yeah. We then walk around orchard/sommerset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eat somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner with mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Total i gain 3 kg today! LOL. I am so fat people~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must lose weight!! (model skinny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pascal,My sweets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;STILL THINKING ABOUT FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-2304136452427093719?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2304136452427093719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2304136452427093719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2304136452427093719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2304136452427093719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-tinjun.html' title='31/1st october/november (i forgot what i did on 30th) if anyone do please refresh my memory.'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-2508549782755603965</id><published>2008-10-29T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:47:58.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28/29 october 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; Apologies for not updating yesterday but a brief summary would be waited for my darlings BU-LOUS to reborn their hair and did my pink extensions. The day out with wilson was alot fun! &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Naima, you are damm FUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So the day was well spent although i didnt really studied. Typical me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He will not wake up at 65 and think about what he should have done in life, but he definitely will when he turns 66.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i mean he will really regret saying that. ALOY YOU&lt;br /&gt;SEE THAT??? YOU WILL REGRET IN LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Unless you help me convince my dad that scuba diving is safe and i should do it as it is and adventure and if i do it later in life i will not get to see all the corals and global warming and human activities are driving them to extinction.Damm i was freaking upset by my dad. I mean come on, even clifton scuba dive and he scuba dived when he was 12. OH-MY-LORD. He was 12 when he first scuba dived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i&lt;/span&gt; went for lunch/dinner with clifton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and i showed him all my class photos. HawHawHaw. He was like telling me that he was vain, super vain (and im glad you realized that) Dinner with him is craved, we shall meet up again! When i get my scuba diving cert and we shall go scuba diving together.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-2508549782755603965?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2508549782755603965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=2508549782755603965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2508549782755603965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/2508549782755603965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/10/2829-october-2008.html' title='28/29 october 2008'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4536506523438900916</id><published>2008-10-27T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:17:23.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"They say GUNS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; kill people- but i think it helps"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So i practically slack my day off, woke up at 130pm, watched tv, bath, watch tv, did one english question, watch tv. yeah. That was what i did most of my days. Then i went of to SHIT((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;people, i love shitting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had dinner at nara and we had plenty of laugh. Great family dinner. From now on, my sister is mangONE (fly), im mangTWO (insect2) and my brother mangTHREE (insect3).   Only thais would really understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh great! now im having trouble with the "QUOTE" function. Somebody help!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, im gonna wake up bright and early, eat my jelly, and go for A maths with chongy.Then off with BU to rebond her hair and do mine at far east.And finally meeting Wilson Naima. I MISS NAIMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4536506523438900916?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4536506523438900916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4536506523438900916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4536506523438900916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4536506523438900916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-guns-dont-kill-people-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1803716566618548881</id><published>2008-10-26T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:45:15.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 october 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A month ago i got this really cute catus and a week later it died. I was real depress cause it was like "Damm, im less nuturing than a desert."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;So im back from East Coast Park/Changi -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;skated all the way from ski 360 to changi with aeroplanes zoom-flying above my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;The feeling is really &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;AWESOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I mean, losing weight, i would have gotten skinny-er if it wasnt for my fabulous dinner at TANGYUTOU/TANGYOTO, liang court.Is like their MALA soup is mouth-watering though a little oily.Their orange tomato soup taste really like those pasta soup.. AHHHH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hell, my hands are all ichy cause im allergic to the heat pad the chinese doctor gave me.Blotchy and red with little bubbles like - on it. So gross. Gah my hand.Can i sue this doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;So was discussing with wilson what to watch on halloween. There's like &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the coffin and saw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im so gonna go with bestfriend and naima and who-ever.Yeah and there's HSM and twilight to catch with alexandra. I swear i shall watch like plenty and plenty of movies with my friends so history wont repeat itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If anyone needs a buddy to watch Notebook, A walk to remember, Sisterhood of travelling pants... PLEASE LOOK FOR ME,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Okay then. Im off to play hotel626.      www.hotel626.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1803716566618548881?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1803716566618548881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1803716566618548881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1803716566618548881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1803716566618548881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/10/26-october-2008.html' title='26 october 2008'/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-1136201234774881655</id><published>2008-10-25T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:12:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heart has its reason which the reason does not know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay now my blog is really really up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all that's left to do is just linking and BLOGGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im so proud proud proud of myself((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that's left to do today is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;convince my dad that scuba diving is phuck safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finish english holiday homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So off i go! and complete my today assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-1136201234774881655?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1136201234774881655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=1136201234774881655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1136201234774881655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/1136201234774881655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-has-its-reason-which-reason-does.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799635800254342239.post-4191187392815911473</id><published>2008-10-25T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:06:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally new blogskin done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799635800254342239-4191187392815911473?l=bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4191187392815911473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799635800254342239&amp;postID=4191187392815911473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4191187392815911473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799635800254342239/posts/default/4191187392815911473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomnightmare.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-new-blogskin-done.html' title=''/><author><name>` t i t a y a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192127653130554470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
