<?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-20136692</id><updated>2011-06-27T14:14:52.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shasha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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leave.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-7146681614768590246?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7146681614768590246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7146681614768590246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7146681614768590246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7146681614768590246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-time-to-come-to-standstill.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-549293456605747127</id><published>2008-06-10T04:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:11:33.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was giving Karthik the gifts wrong?&lt;br /&gt;If it was, I wouldn't have told him.&lt;br /&gt;We went for ice cream tdae at Movenpick.&lt;br /&gt;And guess who Baby and I saw??&lt;br /&gt;Surya, Jyothika, Diya and Karthi!&lt;br /&gt;Surya looks awful.&lt;br /&gt;But Jyothika looked like a normal pretty gurl..&lt;br /&gt;And you knw what?&lt;br /&gt;The baby Diya looked so utterly cute!&lt;br /&gt;She looked so much like Jo..&lt;br /&gt;Bet Sofy wished she was me rite now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-549293456605747127?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/549293456605747127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=549293456605747127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/549293456605747127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/549293456605747127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/was-giving-karthik-gifts-wrong-if-it.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-2635108450589151990</id><published>2008-06-09T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:02:08.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby just made his way home after our private party.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time with him but I think my sis had a better time.&lt;br /&gt;And today, he explained the reason why he gets so angry.&lt;br /&gt;It's coz no one understands him.&lt;br /&gt;He told my sis that I understand him the most.&lt;br /&gt;And even the most is only 60%.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more understanding from tmrw onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I felt really bad when he said that nobody understands him.&lt;br /&gt;I love My Baby.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;And im steady rite now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-2635108450589151990?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/2635108450589151990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=2635108450589151990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/2635108450589151990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/2635108450589151990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-just-made-his-way-home-after-our.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3844817579807657783</id><published>2008-06-08T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:58:38.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Honestly what color is your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;- Black and Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what have u done yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- Online, online, online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, feeling anything unusual today?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, is your heart still occupied?&lt;br /&gt;- It's really 100% occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the fone?&lt;br /&gt;- My Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly , are you jealous of somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you sad most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;- Past memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Honestly, are you LOVING someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly ,what are the things u don't want in life?&lt;br /&gt;- Regret, Misery, Hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, any plannings in near future?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, juz planned drinking session tnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, do you love someone very much?&lt;br /&gt;- More than life itself, I loveD someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of guys and few gurls. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anger Section*&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . What's the worst things you've done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Throw things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you curse when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you really cried?&lt;br /&gt;- An hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- Countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Does being with your friends makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;= Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really. Coz I already know that I'm pretty.&lt;br /&gt;  After all, I'm Shamita Sexay. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3844817579807657783?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3844817579807657783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3844817579807657783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3844817579807657783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3844817579807657783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/1_3805.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-1190561275887415327</id><published>2008-06-08T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:40:17.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How old will you be in 3 birthdays?&lt;br /&gt;- 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think you'll be married by then?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you look forward to most in the next 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;- My Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- Duh, my Baby larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Missing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What happened at 11:00 a.m today?&lt;br /&gt;- I was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Baby's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;- Bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Just abt an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;- Fanta juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;- uhm, 03?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Whats your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- Red and Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;- Rajesh Akka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;- Not like.. but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many cups of water do you drink on average?&lt;br /&gt;- Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you rather kiss a snake or an armadillo?&lt;br /&gt;- What's an armadillo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, Left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;- Roughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's so good about Friday?&lt;br /&gt;- It's near the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Any plans for this week?&lt;br /&gt;- Eat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;br /&gt;- Rite now, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How big is your TV?&lt;br /&gt;- Just 21 inch in my house in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever stolen a street sign?&lt;br /&gt;- What in the blue hell for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you keep a piggy bank?&lt;br /&gt;- Gone are those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What kind of camera do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- Samsung Digi Cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you prefer the ocean or a pool?&lt;br /&gt;- Pool coz I can swim in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat?&lt;br /&gt;- Window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;- What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;- Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;-  Diamond Earrings and Diamond Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;- Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;39. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;- No, juz my Baby's tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is the main ring tone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Gimme More, Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is the color of your bedroom wall?&lt;br /&gt;- Pinkish White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you shut off the water when you brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, water is precious rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Are you crushing on someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who?&lt;br /&gt;- I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- Rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Are you nervous?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes, excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;- Stairs outside my house to send Baby off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-1190561275887415327?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1190561275887415327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1190561275887415327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1190561275887415327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1190561275887415327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/1_08.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-1241853905900161682</id><published>2008-06-08T05:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:27:01.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You.Can.Only.Type.One.Word.No.Explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yourself: Sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair: Long.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother: God.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Father: Noisy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Favorite Item: Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night: Abt Barath.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Favorite drink: Horlicks.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Dream Car: Mazda 3&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in: Cold.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your Ex: 12.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear: Lizards&lt;br /&gt;13. What you want to be in 10years: Housewife.&lt;br /&gt;14. Who you hung out with last night: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;15. What You're Not: Cheap.&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins: Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;17: One of Your Wish List Items: My Baby.&lt;br /&gt;18. Time: 02.52 am.&lt;br /&gt;19. The Last Thing You Did: Chat.&lt;br /&gt;20. What You Are Wearing: Pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Favorite Weather: Rainy.&lt;br /&gt;22. Your Favorite Book: Bio Text&lt;br /&gt;23. The Last Thing You Ate: Maggi Noodles&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Life: Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;25. Your Mood: -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-1241853905900161682?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1241853905900161682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1241853905900161682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1241853905900161682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1241853905900161682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/you.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-4834940897901884144</id><published>2008-06-08T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:14:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Most people can't live without their&lt;/div&gt; 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln58"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Last 4 digits of your number?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln59"&gt;- 9026.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); 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i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln62"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Who is the 2nd person on your S?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;- Selvy Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm B  O  R  E  D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4834940897901884144?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4834940897901884144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4834940897901884144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4834940897901884144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4834940897901884144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-people-cant-live-without-their-0-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-7540697725495992649</id><published>2008-06-08T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:28:58.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;1.Are you stubborn?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;- Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What are you looking forward to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;- Tomorrow with Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Who are the third and eighteenth texts in your phone from?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); 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What do you usually do first in the morning?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;- Call my Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 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Have you told someone you loved them today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;- My Baby. &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 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Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;- Lots. 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Do you find the opposite sex confusing?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;- Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 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Are you going to be home alone tonight?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;- I'm home with sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When is the last time you saw a movie in theaters?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;- About 2 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How was last week ?&lt;br /&gt;- Horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a best friend?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;- Best FriendS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When is the last time you took a nap?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;- Last night's sleep was like a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;- Yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want most right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;- Hmm, Baby's phone call i guess. &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln57"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you carry with you at all times?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln58"&gt;- Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever written a love letter?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln61"&gt;- Just recently did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;- At times. &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Is someone mad at you right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln67"&gt;- Maybe the auto driver whom I've been ignoring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you were sick?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;- Last week. &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last person you hung out with?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln73"&gt;- Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln75"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln76"&gt;- Went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln78"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Money or love ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln79"&gt;- Love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-7540697725495992649?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7540697725495992649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7540697725495992649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7540697725495992649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7540697725495992649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5762808032375144911</id><published>2008-06-07T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:52:01.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my inbox and i found this email sent to me by Concerned X.&lt;br /&gt;It was just this person who claimed to be concerned abt me.&lt;br /&gt;and this is what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no matter what u tell me Ms Rawks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW u CANNOT GET OVER HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cos I  know the INTENSITY WITH WHICH U LOVED HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unless u telling me your love was  FAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So she was right after all.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, today was sucha boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Baby's away doing his show which ends at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 days since I saw him.. ):&lt;br /&gt;But tmrw I'll start roaming again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I feel super tired man.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 5am last night chatting with Kavi.&lt;br /&gt;And it was nice talking to him after a  long time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ravi is moving to Bangalore coz he got a job there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that he got a job but why can't it be in Chennai?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention smth very important.&lt;br /&gt;I love Leo Franklin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&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/20136692-5762808032375144911?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5762808032375144911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5762808032375144911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5762808032375144911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5762808032375144911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-what-i-was-looking-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5384637057448847579</id><published>2008-06-07T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:38:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i was feeling really bored yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and with all the trouble recently, i decided to visit my old blog to relive memories.&lt;br /&gt;that's when i decided to give my dead blog life.&lt;br /&gt;and here it is now.&lt;br /&gt;i've been working on it the past few hours and im kinda satisfied with the result.&lt;br /&gt;this is just a test post anyw.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog later after my shower.&lt;br /&gt;gotta shampoo my hair and scrub my body.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5384637057448847579?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5384637057448847579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5384637057448847579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5384637057448847579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5384637057448847579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-feeling-really-bored-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-1586423031696405369</id><published>2008-01-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:48:48.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne60Vnc5rN4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne60Vnc5rN4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20136692.post-986294550771857074</id><published>2007-11-30T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:30:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;HYDROGEN I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL MY FRIENDS AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-986294550771857074?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/986294550771857074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=986294550771857074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/986294550771857074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/986294550771857074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/11/hydrogen-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3666165582471000483</id><published>2007-11-17T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:38:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if she knows me well enough,&lt;br /&gt;she'll know why im staying away from her.&lt;br /&gt;everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;my heart no longer beats faster when i see her,&lt;br /&gt;it beats slower and slower.&lt;br /&gt;my cheeks no longer blush when i see her,&lt;br /&gt;instead the colour drains out of my face.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be speechless each time i see her coz of her beauty,&lt;br /&gt;but now im speechless coz i fear being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i used to feel overjoyed when i see her arnd,&lt;br /&gt;but now i feel the joy disappear if she's arnd.&lt;br /&gt;im always staring at her if she's arnd,&lt;br /&gt;but now i look away even when i see her coincidentally.&lt;br /&gt;and all these isn't because i no longer love her.&lt;br /&gt;its because i love her too much.&lt;br /&gt;to the extent that it hurts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3666165582471000483?l=thatlove-.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-20136692.post-222445306346651827</id><published>2007-10-26T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:20:48.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;dearest wifey, my foot. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not dead you knw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-222445306346651827?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/222445306346651827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=222445306346651827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/222445306346651827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/222445306346651827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/10/dearest-wifey-my-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-569183207690402905</id><published>2007-10-21T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:07:28.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG it's o levels tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;im so scared larh.&lt;br /&gt;i think sofia is so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;coz her cousins and all encouraging her to do well and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;my cousins?&lt;br /&gt;one is taking care of her child at home and the other two roaming arnd spore.&lt;br /&gt;im the only sad soul trying to fnsh up studying.&lt;br /&gt;at least my Iyer chellam bothered to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he was msging me till 1am.&lt;br /&gt;isn't he sweet?&lt;br /&gt;okay larh i can't blog all.&lt;br /&gt;its wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;gotta start on geog and fnsh up chem.&lt;br /&gt;haiz, this sucks man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-569183207690402905?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/569183207690402905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=569183207690402905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/569183207690402905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/569183207690402905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-its-o-levels-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-1172924947576781595</id><published>2007-10-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:29:55.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a really long time since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;was planning to blog after o's.&lt;br /&gt;but im in sucha lousy mood tdae that i juz hafta blog.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where to start larh.&lt;br /&gt;i was juz wondering how long more i'll hafta suffer in silence.&lt;br /&gt;let's see.&lt;br /&gt;im leaving on 25 november.&lt;br /&gt;so thats like a month more.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i hope things will change.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be able to forget her and move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;im so sick and tired of pretending.&lt;br /&gt;in my heart of hearts, i know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;but deluding myself makes life easier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so unhappy with things here larh.&lt;br /&gt;and i still dnoe whose fault it is.&lt;br /&gt;probably mine.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, i dont feel like talking abt it already.&lt;br /&gt;its something so deep that no one talks to me abt it.&lt;br /&gt;and neither do i talk to anyone abt it.&lt;br /&gt;besides the t-shirt on my bolster of course.&lt;br /&gt;but whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;call my name and save me from myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-1172924947576781595?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1172924947576781595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1172924947576781595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1172924947576781595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1172924947576781595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-really-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-6558995085287289738</id><published>2007-09-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:39:18.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a tiring day it has been.&lt;br /&gt;juz reached home frm gym session.&lt;br /&gt;i think my trainer is fun man.&lt;br /&gt;she made exercising enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;at least it has helped me keep my temper under control.&lt;br /&gt;i've been really mad at the school's total lack of understanding.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;after prelims, did they at least give us one damn day of rest?&lt;br /&gt;held us up and forced us to listen to talks.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, im so disappointed in them larh.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i screwed my maths and geog.&lt;br /&gt;maths was expected larh but geog..&lt;br /&gt;well i hope that at least there is an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like telling the math teachers right to their face to stop FORCING me to achieve the things that i DONT BLOODY WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;and the school has also taken away our saturdays for amaths lessons.&lt;br /&gt;now i've gotta travel 2 hours for juz a maths lesson. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;haiz i can juz go on complaining forever man.&lt;br /&gt;i wish they could juz give us a break.&lt;br /&gt;and if they refuse to do so, i'll take my own break.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i realise that as i grow up, im getting increasingly rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;its juz that i dont see a purpose in life, conforming to societal norms and not living the way you want to.&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention that i cant find my place in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6558995085287289738?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6558995085287289738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6558995085287289738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6558995085287289738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6558995085287289738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-tiring-day-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3172761371041694776</id><published>2007-09-18T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:22:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so finally the damn prelims are over.&lt;br /&gt;went to macs aft sch with abt 6 of the gurls.&lt;br /&gt;then went to sukee's hse and watched cody banks 2.&lt;br /&gt;movie was good but i was super tired.&lt;br /&gt;juz got the harry potter book from sukee.&lt;br /&gt;and im sure that for the next few days, i'll be buried in the book.&lt;br /&gt;last night went to see my new nephew.&lt;br /&gt;im chitti now, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;well anw, he cant call me chitti, only akka.&lt;br /&gt;his name is probably gonna be ashwinder singh.&lt;br /&gt;the first punjabi born into the family, haha.&lt;br /&gt;he's really cute you knw?&lt;br /&gt;very, very fair and chubby.&lt;br /&gt;and you knw what?&lt;br /&gt;that damn boy of mine said on the BLOODY TELEVISION that he likes monisha.&lt;br /&gt;one of the participants of the show he's judging.&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed larh please. grr.&lt;br /&gt;dont think the gurls are going to sch tmrw..&lt;br /&gt;and neither am i.&lt;br /&gt;all boring jc talks which i wouldnt even need.&lt;br /&gt;post-prelim activities are sucha bore, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that i get really, really quiet at times nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;the memories are painfully poignant i spose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when you walk away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i count the steps that you take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3172761371041694776?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3172761371041694776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3172761371041694776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3172761371041694776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3172761371041694776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-finally-damn-prelims-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-2800567318951453154</id><published>2007-09-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:51:39.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amaths paper tdae was utterly horrid.&lt;br /&gt;it was the most horrible paper ever.&lt;br /&gt;so im definitely failing.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter much to me coz im not gonna take amaths into my L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;but what im upset abt is disappointing ms ang.&lt;br /&gt;shes sucha dedicated tcher and i respect her for that.&lt;br /&gt;but once again, i disappointed her.&lt;br /&gt;haiz, its sad really.&lt;br /&gt;moving on, everyone knws that i dont go for character in guys.&lt;br /&gt;all the guys i've dated.. well, i found them good-looking in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;thats why my relationship with guys never lasts.&lt;br /&gt;but as im growing up and maturing, i sense a change within me.&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt to appreciate guys with excellent character, smth i didnt do before.&lt;br /&gt;one of the guys is of course my boy, sim.&lt;br /&gt;no, we're not in a relationship or anyth.&lt;br /&gt;we're juz friends but im used to calling him my boy.&lt;br /&gt;anw, he has the reputation of a rake and a flirt in society.&lt;br /&gt;out of 10 pple, 9 will say speak of him badly.&lt;br /&gt;but recently, i got to knw him better.&lt;br /&gt;juz watch him in vijay tv's super jodi show.&lt;br /&gt;he's one of the judges.&lt;br /&gt;if you actually observe him with an open-mind, you'll realise that he's a truly admirable person.&lt;br /&gt;he never hurts anyone with harsh comments and look at the way he speaks to the participants.&lt;br /&gt;for instance, bubbloo was saying that he wanted to make his father proud by becoming a big star coz his father was in his last stages of lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;and my boy replied, "you are already a big star. why do you think you're not a star? im sure your dad is proud of you."&lt;br /&gt;which star will actually say such things to someone obviously much inferior to him?&lt;br /&gt;this is juz one of the many things which has proven that he has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;and im proud to say that he's my friend.&lt;br /&gt;for all those out there, dont judge him based on rumours.&lt;br /&gt;take the time and effort to get to knw him and you'll realise that he's a remarkable person.&lt;br /&gt;and please, dont speak of him or judge him if you dont know him. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;on the train tdae, my friends kept teasing me abt Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;they said that i'll hold on to her forever coz i love her too much to let go.&lt;br /&gt;well i juz kept quiet all the way coz i dont hafta prove to anyone that i've let go.&lt;br /&gt;i held on to her for so freaking long despite the pain coz yes, i love her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i love her more than before and thats why i've let go.&lt;br /&gt;you hafta love someone enough to actually be able to let he/she go if clearly, he/she is better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that i've got hyperactive tear glands?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-2800567318951453154?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/2800567318951453154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=2800567318951453154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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made me sit down and work on it.&lt;br /&gt;but it was kinda useless coz its too last minute.&lt;br /&gt;alicia asked me for her number juz now.&lt;br /&gt;and in a desperate attempt to prove to myself that i forgot her, i immediately sent her the number.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that i shd've asked her permission first.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her larh.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont undst why i kept checking my phone the entire day aft that.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda successfully managed to convinve myself that i wasnt looking forward to her msg.&lt;br /&gt;until she accidentally msged me at night.&lt;br /&gt;words wont be able to describe what went on within me that moment.&lt;br /&gt;you knw when i think abt this, i can literally feel my spirit being crushed.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll stop and get to reading. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3122034777204703743?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3122034777204703743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3122034777204703743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3122034777204703743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3122034777204703743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ms-ang-msged-me-ystrdae.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8583776455719093284</id><published>2007-09-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:28:00.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its weds already..&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not, i havent touched books since last weds.&lt;br /&gt;thats a whole bloody week without mugging.&lt;br /&gt;what i've been doing?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, watching movies, movies and more movies.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and reema sen too.&lt;br /&gt;went to  NUH tdae..&lt;br /&gt;uncle met with an accident last night.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even speed larh please.&lt;br /&gt;daddy speeds like hell.&lt;br /&gt;actually i like it a lot coz i find it damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i think its better not to larh.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go to the zoo on fridae!!&lt;br /&gt;-starts singing.&lt;br /&gt;im going to the zoo, zoo, zoo.&lt;br /&gt;how abt you, you, you?&lt;br /&gt;you can come too, too, too.&lt;br /&gt;im going to the zoo, zoo, zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i actually allow myself to think abt you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts so deeply to know that i cant get you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;and i miss you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8583776455719093284?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8583776455719093284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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if you wanna know why im being crazy, then watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlA-w9zuF9U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlA-w9zuF9U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not that sim touched my hand larh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8572214405738690586?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8572214405738690586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8572214405738690586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8572214405738690586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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better with my someone. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-1088021192386855801?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1088021192386855801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1088021192386855801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1088021192386855801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1088021192386855801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-havent-start-on-ss-gosh-im-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5825428317580783248</id><published>2007-08-23T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:41:39.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY MUST IT BE THIS SATURDAY??&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THERE IS NO SCHOOL????&lt;br /&gt;i gotta do smth special tmrw larh.&lt;br /&gt;im stressed.&lt;br /&gt;dnoe what to do.&lt;br /&gt;and need to study also.&lt;br /&gt;im super stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5825428317580783248?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5825428317580783248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5825428317580783248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5825428317580783248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5825428317580783248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-must-it-be-this-saturday-when-there.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8680793019840337926</id><published>2007-08-23T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:41:40.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY MUST IT BE THIS SATURDAY??&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THERE IS NO SCHOOL????&lt;br /&gt;i gotta do smth special tmrw larh.&lt;br /&gt;im stressed.&lt;br /&gt;dnoe what to do.&lt;br /&gt;and need to study also.&lt;br /&gt;im super stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8680793019840337926?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8680793019840337926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8680793019840337926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8680793019840337926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8680793019840337926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-must-it-be-this-saturday-when-there_23.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5973952837151821090</id><published>2007-08-22T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:22:44.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was simply hilarious. and of course, stressful.&lt;br /&gt;1) hazie and i went to LJS in the morn and realised that we were the only ones.&lt;br /&gt;2) hazie ate TWO burgers for breakfast. [sorry babes]&lt;br /&gt;3) outside the lib, pple were waiting for it to open in a damn QUEUE.&lt;br /&gt;4) when the door was opened, pple RAN into the lib.&lt;br /&gt;5) both of us were alone in the lib toilet. while inside the cubicle, i was humming.&lt;br /&gt;     then hazie asked me if i was humming and i decided to say no.&lt;br /&gt;    i put up a drama of being scared and hazie got frightened.&lt;br /&gt;    she left my handphone, ipod and wallet in the toilet and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;6) i got scared myself and ran outta the cubicle without zipping the jeans and all.&lt;br /&gt;7) hazie was so scared that she wanted to go to the toilet for handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;8) there was a cute guy sitting behind hazie.&lt;br /&gt;    she removed her pullover so that the guy can see her name on the jersey.&lt;br /&gt;    seriously, she has sucha weirdly brilliant mind.&lt;br /&gt;9) hazie thought that PIGEONS were a species related to PIGS.&lt;br /&gt;10) she thought that PIGEONS were called CROWS.&lt;br /&gt;so juz imagine how i was laughing the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;but now im back home.&lt;br /&gt;and feeling stressed.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, when you see me, rmb to slap me.&lt;br /&gt;i went down to the shop looking like a filipino maid.&lt;br /&gt;hair in a bun, fringe pinned up, not sexy clothes and.. juz not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;i juz had to see valentino man.&lt;br /&gt;he was gonna go off in his bike with his bro.&lt;br /&gt;and he smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously wondering WHY i went down looking like that.&lt;br /&gt;and then, why i broke up with sucha handsome, sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;oh now i rmb, i wanted to be loyal to Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste man, i lost smth for NOTHING IN RETURN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5973952837151821090?l=thatlove-.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-20136692.post-2188502725386536035</id><published>2007-08-21T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:57:18.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've said it a million times.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna hear anyth abt her, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;whether she says hie to you or sends you home, you jolly well KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;dont call me so many times to report to me.&lt;br /&gt;so pissed off this aftnn.&lt;br /&gt;she called me THREE times when i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;then she went, "will you be angry if i told you Hydrogen sent me hme?"&lt;br /&gt;i was like, what the hell man.&lt;br /&gt;and then i had to tell her that i dont give a damn and all.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, it annoys me really.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ON EARTH DOES IT CONCERN ME IF YOU WENT HOME WITH HER?&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i dont even know her on a personal level.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, do you hafta tell her that i msged you?&lt;br /&gt;whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, my nalla neram tdae was 01:42 pm.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i was juz telling hazie that i didnt get to see Chromium the entire day and she walked past.&lt;br /&gt;gosh the smile on my face was simply huge and hazie started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Chromium gave us this weird look. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, my issue abt Chromium must be TOP-SECRET okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate you because you're filling my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which was once so full of pure and true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with sheer hatred and disgust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-2188502725386536035?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-20136692.post-1992166114904389151</id><published>2007-08-20T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:24:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shes really upsetting me.&lt;br /&gt;i knw its mind over matter and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but why does she hafta put me through it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;its not easy to stop my mind frm thinking abt her.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;coz if i think abt her, then all that there would be is confusion and unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the regret is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;the other thing is that i've gotten so used to her.&lt;br /&gt;she is my life and without her, i dnoe where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;i juz wanna have the peace of mind to know that shes with me.&lt;br /&gt;is it THAT difficult to spend 15 mins with me each day?&lt;br /&gt;the more she changes, the more im starting to dislike her.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dont love Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;i always will love Hydrogen, the old Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;this woman i know now is a complete STRANGER.&lt;br /&gt;i hope things get better soon, really.&lt;br /&gt;its all in her hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-1992166114904389151?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1992166114904389151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1992166114904389151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1992166114904389151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, seriously exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;body's aching, head aching and temperature's rising.&lt;br /&gt;but gotta go tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shd retire to bed early tdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been missing you a lot lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;each time i msg you, you dont wanna msg me properly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont wanna make convo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not interested the least bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how much i complain, you dont wanna set aside even a few mins for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not that im sad or anyth, have gotten used to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but regret is an even worse feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im starting to feel regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;regretting things which gave me all the joy in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope you understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can we go back to how it was before?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise i'll not make mistakes again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise to be good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5125961890438531684?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5125961890438531684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5125961890438531684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5125961890438531684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5125961890438531684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/headed-to-je-lib-in-morn-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-6193766511868332409</id><published>2007-08-17T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:20:19.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was quite productive.&lt;br /&gt;esp night study.&lt;br /&gt;finished a whole amaths paper.&lt;br /&gt;without getting distracted coz i had the ipod on.&lt;br /&gt;or else the noise that those group of gurls make will definitely disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;night walk was only at 8.&lt;br /&gt;brought my sec3 sweetheart along.&lt;br /&gt;haha, tdae wasnt scary at all.&lt;br /&gt;the art room was open and lots of pple arnd.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;SS lesson was simply hilarious tdae.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, hazie wrote in her essay on Spore's population policies smth that really cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;she wrote, "most married couples choose to have less than two VEGETATION" instead of CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. it was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;then CT was really making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;the bell had already rung and she continued with the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;the funny part was she kept saying "lastly, finally, one last reminder" and it dragged on for abt 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;then juz as hazie was relieved and abt to leave the classroom, CT came in and told us, "girls girls go bck to your seats. one last thing."&lt;br /&gt;you should've seen our faces.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt suppress my laughter man.&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of msgs were coming in tdae.&lt;br /&gt;but none from the person i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of replying.&lt;br /&gt;that pretty much sums up the day.&lt;br /&gt;im off to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6193766511868332409?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6193766511868332409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6193766511868332409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6193766511868332409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6193766511868332409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-quite-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-6144101449193847391</id><published>2007-08-16T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:45:33.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so how come i didnt know that all these pple have feelings for Hydrogen?&lt;br /&gt;why didnt she tell me?&lt;br /&gt;i really dont like this you knw.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, pple juz stop it will ya?&lt;br /&gt;it seriously annoys me the way you pple run after her and make a fool out of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;shes not aishwarya rai.&lt;br /&gt;shes Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;well its definitely a good thing that im moving on.&lt;br /&gt;coz she has no time for me and all.&lt;br /&gt;im juz one of the many crazy girls who are after her.&lt;br /&gt;nothing special abt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6144101449193847391?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6144101449193847391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6144101449193847391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6144101449193847391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6144101449193847391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-how-come-i-didnt-know-that-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-529806589673543682</id><published>2007-08-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:42:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did she like slam the door in my face tdae?&lt;br /&gt;tsk, why doesnt she talk to me man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-529806589673543682?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/529806589673543682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=529806589673543682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/529806589673543682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/529806589673543682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-she-like-slam-door-in-my-face-tdae.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-4315801373677774243</id><published>2007-08-12T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:44:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really confused..&lt;br /&gt;and im tired.&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna talk to him over lunch tmrw?&lt;br /&gt;and im not going to sch for this man.&lt;br /&gt;im shy and i dnoe what to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;thought of talking to Hydrogen abt things but she didnt answer my call.&lt;br /&gt;i dnoe, im really confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4315801373677774243?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4315801373677774243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4315801373677774243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4315801373677774243'/><link 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alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuqXqrpOZDY/Rrxl8exYEGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zMGm38e30dM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YOU FUCKING WONT BELIEVE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF SUCH A BLOODY HOT GUY SHOOTS YOU A FLYING KISS??&lt;br /&gt;WELL, MADDY GAVE ME A FLYING KISS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, IM SO DAMN LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;im busy larh.&lt;br /&gt;meeting my boy tomorrow. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-2702351395705669404?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/2702351395705669404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=2702351395705669404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/2702351395705669404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/2702351395705669404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-fucking-wont-believe-this-what.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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/_WuqXqrpOZDY/Rrxl8exYEGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zMGm38e30dM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20136692.post-4442511868698838056</id><published>2007-08-06T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:03:22.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What are your initials?&lt;br /&gt;- i dnoe, SESL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favourite thing to&lt;br /&gt;wear?&lt;br /&gt;- bras with matching undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- milo in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I say "SHOTGUN", you say?&lt;br /&gt;- what gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- li ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Does anyone you know want to date&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;- dnoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The last place you went out to eat?&lt;br /&gt;- uh, cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- the girls larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you want to eat at the&lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who/What made you angry today?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite type of Food?&lt;br /&gt;- chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favourite holiday:&lt;br /&gt;- no preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you download music:&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you care if your socks are&lt;br /&gt;dirty?&lt;br /&gt;- not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you date the person who&lt;br /&gt;posted this?&lt;br /&gt;- no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Has anyone ever sang or played&lt;br /&gt;music for you personally?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. -blushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;- no way man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever gone sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;- never going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Has anyone ten years older than you&lt;br /&gt;ever hit on you?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;- i dnoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you listening to right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- yemmadi aathadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your current favourite&lt;br /&gt;song?&lt;br /&gt;- all simbu songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last movie you&lt;br /&gt;watched?&lt;br /&gt;- thiruvilaiyaadal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;- yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where was the last place you went&lt;br /&gt;besides your house?&lt;br /&gt;- school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many piercing have you had?&lt;br /&gt;- two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many red shirts you own?&lt;br /&gt;- quite a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's one thing you've learned&lt;br /&gt;this year?&lt;br /&gt;- dont be kpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favourite channels/shows?&lt;br /&gt;- desp hsewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you cried recently?&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who would you like to see right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favourite movie?&lt;br /&gt;- Manmadan, Vallavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you find yourself loved?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, but for my beauty only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever been caught doing&lt;br /&gt;something you weren't suppose to?&lt;br /&gt;- yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favourite flower?&lt;br /&gt;- roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;- sweetened please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What Magazines are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;- Cine Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who or what made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;- Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What's something that really bugs&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;- her class girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;- nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What's your favourite smell?&lt;br /&gt;- the way she smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Favourite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;- corn flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What's the longest time you've&lt;br /&gt;gone without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Where is the weirdest place you&lt;br /&gt;have slept?&lt;br /&gt;- cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good. (:&lt;br /&gt;this is me.&lt;br /&gt;im shamita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4442511868698838056?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4442511868698838056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4442511868698838056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4442511868698838056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4442511868698838056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/1_06.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3984007603333155889</id><published>2007-08-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:45:13.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How old are you and do you look&lt;br /&gt;your age?&lt;br /&gt;- im 16 but pple say i look 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the last person that called&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;- sofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the last person that texted&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;- vicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the first place you went&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;- Guardian pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you were at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;- seriously cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you tan?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like rollercoasters?&lt;br /&gt;- no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Next concert you are going to?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH OMG! THE 75 CELEBRATIONS THINGY! $500 TICKET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When did you last buy a new pair&lt;br /&gt;of pants?&lt;br /&gt;- think last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Name a friend who lives in another&lt;br /&gt;country?&lt;br /&gt;- my manmadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the first person you&lt;br /&gt;talked to this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Ponny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many peircings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last time you posted a new&lt;br /&gt;Friendster&lt;br /&gt;picture?&lt;br /&gt;- 3 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the first city you lived&lt;br /&gt;in?&lt;br /&gt;- Lion city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever been camping?&lt;br /&gt;- yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Name a random line from a song.&lt;br /&gt;- vallava ennai vellava... -starts singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you own a cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;- who doesnt, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Furthest place you have driven&lt;br /&gt;yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- i dnot drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the highlight of your&lt;br /&gt;week?&lt;br /&gt;- let's not talk abt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last time you got your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;- 13 july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the last museum you went&lt;br /&gt;to?&lt;br /&gt;- the one in my paalbottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have any pictures that you&lt;br /&gt;don't remember taking?&lt;br /&gt;- yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are any of your friends pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;- my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever had braces?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have glasses/contacts?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are your big plans for the&lt;br /&gt;month?&lt;br /&gt;- no big plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you know what tofu is?&lt;br /&gt;- tofu is tofu rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- you're not gonna believe this. thiruvilaiyaadal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is the last concert/show you&lt;br /&gt;went to?&lt;br /&gt;- ITFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If you could see one person right&lt;br /&gt;now who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- who else would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last movie you saw in the theater?&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you get jealous easily?&lt;br /&gt;- i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you do when your mad?&lt;br /&gt;- shout, cry, scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you think WWE is a negative&lt;br /&gt;role model for young Boys?&lt;br /&gt;- no doubt about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3984007603333155889?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3984007603333155889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3984007603333155889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3984007603333155889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3984007603333155889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8690762657131090773</id><published>2007-08-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:33:14.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and this is an attempt to get rid of the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 secrets about yourself. be honest&lt;br /&gt;no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[one] what is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;- black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[two] where is your default picture&lt;br /&gt;taken?&lt;br /&gt;- in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[three] what's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- haha, my name is shamita i don't know eng siew lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[four] what color do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;- pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[five] does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;- dont have a crush at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[six] what is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[seven] what color underwear are you&lt;br /&gt;wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eight] what makes you most happy?&lt;br /&gt;- spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nine] look at a picture/poster in&lt;br /&gt;your room, who's on it?&lt;br /&gt;- my manmadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ten] if you could go back in time and&lt;br /&gt;change something, what you would&lt;br /&gt;change?&lt;br /&gt;- i wouldnt have come to crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eleven] if you must be an animal for&lt;br /&gt;one day, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;- tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twelve] ever had a near death&lt;br /&gt;experience?&lt;br /&gt;- im dying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirteen] something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fourteen] the song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;- wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fifteen] what is your desktop&lt;br /&gt;background?&lt;br /&gt;- simbu and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sixteen] what are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- brown striped boxers and Gap singlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[seventeen] when was the last time you&lt;br /&gt;cried?&lt;br /&gt;- this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eighteen] have you ever sung in front&lt;br /&gt;of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nineteen] if you could have one super&lt;br /&gt;power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- to be invisible when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty] what's the first thing(s) you&lt;br /&gt;notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- uhm, face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-one] what do you usually order&lt;br /&gt;from Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;- coffee larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-two] what's your biggest&lt;br /&gt;secret?&lt;br /&gt;- secrets are meant to be kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-three] favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- red, black, white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-four] is it sunny or raining?&lt;br /&gt;- its not raining but there is no sun coz its 1030pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-five] do you still watch kiddy&lt;br /&gt;movies or TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;- at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-six] what are you eating or&lt;br /&gt;drinking at the moment&lt;br /&gt;- pocky chocolate sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-seven] do you speak any other&lt;br /&gt;language?&lt;br /&gt;- naan tamizhachi. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-eight] what's your favorite&lt;br /&gt;smell?&lt;br /&gt;- the way she smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-nine] if you could describe&lt;br /&gt;your life in one word what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty] when was the last time you&lt;br /&gt;received a hug?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm, few days ago. from my flirting partner li ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-one] have you ever kissed in&lt;br /&gt;the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- yes but we were under shelter. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-two] what/who are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;about right now&lt;br /&gt;- the person i kissed in the rain under shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-three] what should you be&lt;br /&gt;doing?&lt;br /&gt;- homeworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-four] what was the last thing&lt;br /&gt;that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;- no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-five] how often do you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- used to be very frequently. but now, i dnoe, rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-six] do you like working in&lt;br /&gt;the yard?&lt;br /&gt;- yard? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-seven] if you could have any&lt;br /&gt;last name in the world, what would you&lt;br /&gt;want?&lt;br /&gt;- uhm, silambarasan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-eight] do you act differently&lt;br /&gt;around your crush/significant other?&lt;br /&gt;- not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-nine] name one song that&lt;br /&gt;reminds you of an ex?&lt;br /&gt;- promise by stacie orrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[forty] who was the last person to&lt;br /&gt;make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- oh please dont ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8690762657131090773?l=thatlove-.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-20136692.post-2699829482973109750</id><published>2007-08-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:19:56.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so used to being taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;and thats why i went through a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;both mummy and daddy are not in town.&lt;br /&gt;and ponny went out to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;the day sucked.&lt;br /&gt;and im having a very bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;i started mugging without doing hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;and now when i shd start with the hmwk, im too tired.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, now i know why i've been cranky the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;its juz a bad case of PMS coupled with whatever problems that came my way.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, can you believe what i did ystrdae?&lt;br /&gt;some unknown Damn added me on MSN and said she likes Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;at first i forced myself to stay calm and all.&lt;br /&gt;and then i juz couldnt take it larh.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i replied her email and got so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;and its a stranger!!&lt;br /&gt;im embarrassed man.&lt;br /&gt;but the reply from Damn was really weird.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;if she likes Hydrogen, then why is she concerned abt me?&lt;br /&gt;and the person doesnt sound like a jnr man.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i think its wise to stop talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;she seems to be very close to Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;so i shdnt talk to her, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-2699829482973109750?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/2699829482973109750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i cant even tell pple to not love her coz she isnt mine.&lt;br /&gt;do you have any idea how much it hurts when she talks to everyone else but not to me?&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i didnt find my pride.&lt;br /&gt;coz then at least i'll run after her.&lt;br /&gt;its juz too upsetting this way.&lt;br /&gt;and its seriously affecting me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;the world is sucha cruel place.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be in hell.&lt;br /&gt;hope you read that God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-7098732388817958218?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7098732388817958218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7098732388817958218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7098732388817958218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7098732388817958218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-even-tell-pple-to-not-love-her.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8360981779972966855</id><published>2007-08-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:35:35.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt even shed a tear yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;even after everything she said, i didnt cry.&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;coz it has seriously passed the crying stage.&lt;br /&gt;its life at its worst.&lt;br /&gt;no one has ever said such things to me.&lt;br /&gt;the pain is just beyond tears.&lt;br /&gt;and her sorry isnt gonna take back her words.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know howta tell others how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;and my days are apent staring into blank space.&lt;br /&gt;its terrible, really.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need time.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll never forget it, ever.&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta learn howta smile again.&lt;br /&gt;pple say i've &lt;br /&gt;gotta start smiling.&lt;br /&gt;but smiling hurts.&lt;br /&gt;i shd stay back for night study tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;and seriously get some studying done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8360981779972966855?l=thatlove-.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-20136692.post-6056561144803119919</id><published>2007-08-01T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:43:30.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was it sucha big mistake?&lt;br /&gt;i took the number, yes.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt wanna call or anyth.&lt;br /&gt;please larh, why shd i?&lt;br /&gt;i already knw who it is.&lt;br /&gt;it was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;a mistake i made coz i was so blinded by love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6056561144803119919?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6056561144803119919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSf-sCf-Ovg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSf-sCf-Ovg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atrocious!&lt;br /&gt;but it turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;my manmadan is the hottest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4927764982723548947?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4927764982723548947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4927764982723548947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4927764982723548947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4927764982723548947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/07/atrocious-but-it-turns-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-1256066761395468102</id><published>2007-07-29T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:47:15.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant sleep man.&lt;br /&gt;tried to study SS juz now but it wasnt very successful.&lt;br /&gt;ended up looking at her pictures and thinking, thinking, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;but still couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so decided to log on and check if sim's online.&lt;br /&gt;but he isnt.&lt;br /&gt;since there is nth to do, i shall log off.&lt;br /&gt;life is being sucha bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and i've mentioned that friendster horoscopes are true rite?&lt;br /&gt;my horoscope for today would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try not to resist transitions in any of your relationships -- especially the romantic ones -- right now. If you can stay open to changes a little bit longer, then you will benefit from some important new information. Feeling uncomfortable for a short period of time is a small price to pay for an enlightened sense of who you are, and what role you are meant to play in this partnership. Just let things take their course, and you will be able to bob and weave along with the changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-1256066761395468102?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1256066761395468102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1256066761395468102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1256066761395468102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1256066761395468102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-sleep-man.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-785051406561010783</id><published>2007-07-28T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:12:10.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i dont love a heartless person.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what others say, i KNOW that she isnt heartless.&lt;br /&gt;anyway its only human to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;when pple make mistakes, they attempt to redeem themselves.&lt;br /&gt;like if you fail an exam, you study harder to do well for the next exam.&lt;br /&gt;but some mistakes cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;and my mistake was to fall in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;and there is no way to redeem myself.&lt;br /&gt;i think Hydrogen shd know me better.&lt;br /&gt;that time isnt gonna make me forget her.&lt;br /&gt;i've said it a million times.&lt;br /&gt;that i cant live without her.&lt;br /&gt;and its true.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like im dying slowly and silently.&lt;br /&gt;the mischievous side of me disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;and then the happiness and peace went away.&lt;br /&gt;and now, even the smiles are fading off.&lt;br /&gt;coz &lt;em&gt;shes my everything and without her, im nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-785051406561010783?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/785051406561010783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=785051406561010783' title='0 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/&gt;(2) i cant help her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(3) i dont want to talk to her anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all these while, i've been DISTURBING her and everything she has done for me and with me is not coz she WANTED to do it but coz she didnt want to hurt me. and it never occured to her that she should apologise coz she meant all of the above. despite all these, i still...&lt;br /&gt;im ashamed of myself, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4100427839541510618?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4100427839541510618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4100427839541510618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-989515549764676143?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/989515549764676143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=989515549764676143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/989515549764676143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/989515549764676143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/07/dancing-is-way-to-release-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-7108648891799645472</id><published>2007-07-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:56:35.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here i am again, with a heart so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;feelings and emotions are so complicated really.&lt;br /&gt;its been one and a half years and yet, when it comes to her, i juz cant understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her so bloody much.&lt;br /&gt;its been days since we spent some time together.&lt;br /&gt;each time the phone vibrates, im hoping its her.&lt;br /&gt;and when it isnt, i juz dont wanna reply the msg.&lt;br /&gt;when it is her, i wanna msg and msg non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;but i dnoe why, i dont try to keep the convo flowing.&lt;br /&gt;no actually, i think i know why.&lt;br /&gt;coz i assume that shes busy with work and i'll juz drop it.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk to her so much but smth stops me.&lt;br /&gt;and anw, i cant expect anyth frm her rmb?&lt;br /&gt;even though we're talking again, i still feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;so void of true happiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;my days are spent thinking abt things that'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;and it is at these times that i sought the company of my boy.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do so anymore coz it upsets me that i can never meet him again.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that juz leaves me with the last option.&lt;br /&gt;i shd start talking to guys again.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe gurls coz i've got a "secret" admirer in school.&lt;br /&gt;but the prob is, i'll never love any of them.&lt;br /&gt;my mind, body and soul is all hers.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, racial harmony day was good.&lt;br /&gt;sari was disastrous though.&lt;br /&gt;and it was mr lai's last day.... )))):&lt;br /&gt;gonna be so bored in school.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i was chatting with mr lai this morn and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;he said im chio. -beams.&lt;br /&gt;dont be jealous haziratul, its okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-7108648891799645472?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7108648891799645472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7108648891799645472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7108648891799645472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7108648891799645472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-here-i-am-again-with-heart-so-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-7436346883894396294</id><published>2007-07-18T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:53:03.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know im sposed to be happy after seeing simbu and all.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, not everyone gets a chance to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;and simbu doesnt talk to juz anyone.&lt;br /&gt;we all know what a flirt he is.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its weird that i dont feel happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;its like there is smth missing in life.&lt;br /&gt;i've understood that no one will be able to make me feel the way she makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;she is more impt to me than simbu.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it weird the way love works?&lt;br /&gt;but whats the point of loving her so much?&lt;br /&gt;im not getting anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i wont let go.&lt;br /&gt;the worst part abt it is that i dnoe what i did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;did i do smth wrong?&lt;br /&gt;or issit her moodswings?&lt;br /&gt;i dnoe larh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shd juz give her some time.&lt;br /&gt;even though that means torturing myself.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-7436346883894396294?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7436346883894396294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7436346883894396294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7436346883894396294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7436346883894396294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-im-sposed-to-be-happy-after.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-793988701516980990</id><published>2007-07-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:14:16.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like homeworking.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;because im lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;im not myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-793988701516980990?l=thatlove-.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-20136692.post-6161165028446522562</id><published>2007-07-08T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:18:00.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuqXqrpOZDY/RpC7Jilw4bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/36Q_OpvE8yc/s1600-h/174434116l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084769751879705010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WuqXqrpOZDY/RpC7Jilw4bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/36Q_OpvE8yc/s320/174434116l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just a week left baby.&lt;br /&gt;less than a week actually.&lt;br /&gt;and im not ready for it at all!&lt;br /&gt;all coz of the stupid amaths re-exam on tues i couldnt shop this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday after sch, im off to rupini's to do threading.&lt;br /&gt;thursday aft sch is shooping for top, bottom, bag, footwear and accessories at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;tamil society farewell thingy on friday and i need to get my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, i need to start dolling myself up abt 1 plus.&lt;br /&gt;omg, im soo stressed and exicted at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna see my boy!&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna lose a lil more weight!&lt;br /&gt;oh, pls remind me to get my digi cam ready.&lt;br /&gt;july 15 is sister's bdae.&lt;br /&gt;my bestie's turning 5 in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;need to get smth for my lovely.&lt;br /&gt;okay larh, i gotta go mug for amaths.&lt;br /&gt;im not even done with half the book.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what??&lt;br /&gt;mr lai said "bye.. shamita" to me on friday AGAIN aft bio.&lt;br /&gt;he remembers my name. (:&lt;br /&gt;and he doesnt even know that hazie is from our class.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. hazie dont get upset.&lt;br /&gt;you know i dont like him.&lt;br /&gt;im married.&lt;br /&gt;rmb my wifey?&lt;br /&gt;-cheeky grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6161165028446522562?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6161165028446522562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6161165028446522562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6161165028446522562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6161165028446522562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-week-left-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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/_WuqXqrpOZDY/RpC7Jilw4bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/36Q_OpvE8yc/s72-c/174434116l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20136692.post-8652571100283785531</id><published>2007-06-23T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:33:26.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Z's in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;so ysttrdae my neighbour was shifting hse.&lt;br /&gt;and her boyfriend came to help move the things and all.&lt;br /&gt;it was so bloody interesting man.&lt;br /&gt;inside secret, sorry. (;&lt;br /&gt;friends, remind me to tell you guys abt the 9 hours of... i dnoe what.&lt;br /&gt;and while i was rushing my emaths hmwk ystrdae, daddy called.&lt;br /&gt;he went like.. "uh.. i think the simbu talking on the radio"&lt;br /&gt;omg, i was so damn excited that i threw my handphone, literally.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to the radio and tuned it to the oli channel.&lt;br /&gt;and omg, MY BOY WAS TALKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming and jumping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dont even know what i was doing larh.&lt;br /&gt;but my boy said he isnt gonna perform... ):&lt;br /&gt;so i was complaining to daddy abt him not dancing.&lt;br /&gt;then my daddy said that he doesnt wanna dance coz i dont wanna dance with him.&lt;br /&gt;so i said i'll dance with him larh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;its alright man, he'll dance for me in private. hehe. (;&lt;br /&gt;mummy said shes me giving me $150 to shop for clothes to go see my boy.&lt;br /&gt;my parents have never been this supportive of my obsessions.&lt;br /&gt;note: this is an obsession, not love. although i do love him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh i had a dream abt him ystrdae.&lt;br /&gt;it was so.. sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;i've never wanted a guy this much.&lt;br /&gt;anw, its good that i have my boy.&lt;br /&gt;coz i can channel all my love to him and not to some other pple. -ahems.&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna open. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any reason to go back to sch now.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks. there is nth nice abt it.&lt;br /&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G. or rather, nobody.&lt;br /&gt;okay larh, im going to msia later.&lt;br /&gt;so gotta fnsh up geog hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, im gonna be so stressed the first week coz i havent done tons and tons of hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;kk, chaoz then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wrong words may seem to rhyme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but they dont,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and they can never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8652571100283785531?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8652571100283785531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8652571100283785531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8652571100283785531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8652571100283785531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/zs-in-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3602815277191704909</id><published>2007-06-17T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:18:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuqXqrpOZDY/RnSnHP59BmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFIW0YeK_Yc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076866422923920994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuqXqrpOZDY/RnSnHP59BmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFIW0YeK_Yc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;im juz too in love with my boy that i hafta say it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my boy to bits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3602815277191704909?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3602815277191704909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3602815277191704909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3602815277191704909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3602815277191704909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-juz-too-in-love-with-my-boy-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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/_WuqXqrpOZDY/RnSnHP59BmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JFIW0YeK_Yc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20136692.post-6570924958311539214</id><published>2007-06-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:23:30.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY BOY IS COMING TO SPORE!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;but the sad thing is that the stupid nayan is also coming.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy knows some guy who is in charge of the event.&lt;br /&gt;she's making arrangements for me to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;and im going for the show too.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get the $200 tix but i dont think mummy will allow.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i've gotta settle for the $100 one.&lt;br /&gt;i shd be going with my family.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, they are totally fine with my boy and i being in love.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get him baby.&lt;br /&gt;he's mine. and only mine.&lt;br /&gt;now, coming back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;i dnoe what the hell is wrong with that woman.&lt;br /&gt;she made me realise the truth juz to do this to me eventually.&lt;br /&gt;its heartless man.&lt;br /&gt;and it isnt the first time.&lt;br /&gt;i dont ever wanna see her or talk to her again.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, im disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna get close to any guy coz i've got my boy.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, maybe i'll juz keep in contact with the guys who are seriously interested in me.&lt;br /&gt;coz i know how it feels to be ignored by the one you love so much.&lt;br /&gt;sch is opening in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent done ANY hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i better get down to work man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6570924958311539214?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6570924958311539214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6570924958311539214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6570924958311539214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6570924958311539214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-boy-is-coming-to-spore-yayyyyyy-but.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-4486917304995614162</id><published>2007-06-08T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:02:48.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the gurls came over today.&lt;br /&gt;had a very filling lunch.&lt;br /&gt;we watched pulse together.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt scary man.&lt;br /&gt;but the plot was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;and then we played card games.&lt;br /&gt;got bored of it all.&lt;br /&gt;the we moved on to pranking pple.&lt;br /&gt;pranked salma, azima, suren, naki, abdhullah and a few of my ex guys.&lt;br /&gt;i called azima and told her i was Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;lol, she found out.&lt;br /&gt;naki knows its a prank too.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt prank abdhullah so i dont know abt that.&lt;br /&gt;sathia was good. he believed.&lt;br /&gt;but the best of them all was faaiz.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, he really believed larh.&lt;br /&gt;he called back and all to talk to "hasinah".&lt;br /&gt;it was nice talking to him again.&lt;br /&gt;just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;but he's a flirt so a relationship with him wouldnt work.&lt;br /&gt;he found out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;the we started chatting on msn.&lt;br /&gt;that shd be the end i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i do kinda miss him though..&lt;br /&gt;woke up today and immediately went to see my boy.&lt;br /&gt;i told my parents abt my intentions of marrying my boy.&lt;br /&gt;and they didnt object to it or anyth.&lt;br /&gt;tnite will be spent with my boy again.&lt;br /&gt;i love him to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my boy's the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4486917304995614162?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4486917304995614162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4486917304995614162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4486917304995614162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4486917304995614162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-gurls-came-over-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-6320628289999881255</id><published>2007-06-07T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:11:57.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>super long since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;hols have started and hol lessons have ended.&lt;br /&gt;like finally man.&lt;br /&gt;but i have two re-exams to take.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent started hmwk!&lt;br /&gt;all i do is watch simbu movies.&lt;br /&gt;time flies when i watch his movies man.&lt;br /&gt;i miss Hydrogen a lot!&lt;br /&gt;but what to do. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;it isnt that bad larh..&lt;br /&gt;coz simbu keeps me company all day long.&lt;br /&gt;okay larh, thats enough abt him.&lt;br /&gt;been really busy the past few weeks man.&lt;br /&gt;lots of outings with friends.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of town!&lt;br /&gt;it feels like ive been going there everyday.&lt;br /&gt;the gurls are coming over to my place tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, gonna watch horror movie and scream our lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;then eat and eat food like pigs.&lt;br /&gt;followed by games i think.&lt;br /&gt;so sad that some pple think that i will cause outrage to their modesty if they come over to my place.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i need to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could see us holding hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking on the beach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our toes in the sand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6320628289999881255?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6320628289999881255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6320628289999881255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6320628289999881255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6320628289999881255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/super-long-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-6940875819539044168</id><published>2007-05-17T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:57:45.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back results already.&lt;br /&gt;dont wish to say anyth abt it larh.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i really worked very hard man.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up what was impossible to give up.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt see her or her c__.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even note down her attire.&lt;br /&gt;and all this coz i wanted to fully focus on studies.&lt;br /&gt;but whats shocking is that i deproved.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps she never was the problem in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;usually when i do badly, i juz accept it and tell myself to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, i cant accept it.&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt if i can work any harder than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6940875819539044168?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6940875819539044168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6940875819539044168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6940875819539044168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6940875819539044168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-back-results-already.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-6929796716239746313</id><published>2007-05-11T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:55:39.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love can be a many splendid thing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't deny the joy it brings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dozen roses Diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Dreams for sale and fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;It’ll make you hear a symphony&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll just want the world to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But like a drug that makes you blind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’ll fool you every time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The trouble with love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It can tear you up inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make your heart believe a lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gets stronger than your pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The trouble with love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It doesn’t care how fast you fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you can’t refuse the call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See you’ve got no say at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was just once a fool it’s true&lt;br /&gt;I played the game by all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But now my world’s a deeper blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m sadder but I’m wiser too&lt;br /&gt;I swore I’d never love again&lt;br /&gt;I swore my heart would never mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said love wasn’t worth the pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then I hear it call my name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The trouble with love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It can tear you up inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make your heart believe a lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gets stronger then your pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The trouble with love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It doesn’t care how fast you fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you can’t refuse the call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See you’ve got no say at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time I turn around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I’ve got it all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My heart keeps calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I keep on falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Over and over again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This sad story always ends the same &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me standing in the pouring rain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems no matter what I do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It tears my heart in two &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The trouble with love is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can tear you up inside &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make your heart believe a lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gets stronger then your pride &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See your heart its in your soul&lt;br /&gt;You wont remember control&lt;br /&gt;See you’ve got no say at all&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It can tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that answer all your questions sweetheart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6929796716239746313?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-20136692.post-3063700069347131799</id><published>2007-04-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:07:17.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the trouble with love is...&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3063700069347131799?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3063700069347131799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3063700069347131799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3063700069347131799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3063700069347131799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/trouble-with-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8225797877091239557</id><published>2007-04-18T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:31:55.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lessons you've been learning about love and relationships may have been difficult to learn, but they have enriched your life and brought you some mental clarity. More than ever before, you know what you want, what you need and (most importantly) what you will not put up with. Trust yourself, and know that you will be able to recognize a good opportunity -- and avoid a bad opportunity -- when it comes along. That little voice inside your head is the voice of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i ever mentioned how true friendster horoscopes are?&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt my lesson abt relationships.&lt;br /&gt;and it has indeed brought me mental clarity.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the voice..&lt;br /&gt;when she was in class juz now, i swear i heard a voice inside me.&lt;br /&gt;it didnt belong to me and it was trying hard to convince me.&lt;br /&gt;it said "it's not love shamita."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8225797877091239557?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8225797877091239557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8225797877091239557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8225797877091239557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8225797877091239557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/lessons-youve-been-learning-about-love.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5751108111946147130</id><published>2007-04-15T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:05:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>001. real name: SHAMITA&lt;br /&gt;002. nickname: PSYCHO, MISS SULPHUR&lt;br /&gt;003. single or taken : TAKEN&lt;br /&gt;004. zodiac sign : PISCES&lt;br /&gt;005. male or female : FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;006. elementary : SVPS&lt;br /&gt;007. high : CGS&lt;br /&gt;008. college : -&lt;br /&gt;009. eye color : BLACK&lt;br /&gt;010. hair color : BLACK WITH BROWN STREAKS&lt;br /&gt;011. long or short hair : LONG&lt;br /&gt;012. shoe size : 8&lt;br /&gt;013. asthma? : NOPES&lt;br /&gt;014. are you health freak : NOPES&lt;br /&gt;015. height : 1.69M&lt;br /&gt;016. do you have a crush on someone: YEAH&lt;br /&gt;017. do you like yourself: I LOVE MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;018. piercings : 2&lt;br /&gt;019. tattoos : NOPES&lt;br /&gt;020. righty or lefty: RIGHTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. first surgery : NOT YET&lt;br /&gt;023. first piercing : AGE OF 4&lt;br /&gt;024. first best friend : SATHIA (;&lt;br /&gt;025. first movie : CANT RMB&lt;br /&gt;026. First sport you joined: NEVER JOINED SPORTS&lt;br /&gt;027. first pet : UHM..&lt;br /&gt;028. first vacation : MSIA&lt;br /&gt;029. first concert : CANT RMB&lt;br /&gt;030. first crush : SATHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. eating : BEN AND JERRY'S&lt;br /&gt;032. drinking : NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;033. i am : PSYCHO&lt;br /&gt;034. listening to : TEEVEE&lt;br /&gt;035. waiting for : BOYFRIEND TO COME BACK&lt;br /&gt;036. wearing : SHORTS AND TEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. want kids? : THINK SO&lt;br /&gt;038. want to get married? : I GUESS&lt;br /&gt;039. careers in mind? : MEDICINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE&lt;br /&gt;SEX? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. lips or eyes?: BOTH&lt;br /&gt;041. hugs or kisses : HUGS&lt;br /&gt;042. shorter or taller : TALLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. romantic or spontaneous : BOTH&lt;br /&gt;044. stomach or arms : STOMACH&lt;br /&gt;045. sensitive or loud: SENSITIVE&lt;br /&gt;046. hook-up or relationship: RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;047. kissed a stranger : YES&lt;br /&gt;048. lost glasses/contacts: YES&lt;br /&gt;049. ran away from home : KIND OF&lt;br /&gt;050. broken any bones : NOPES&lt;br /&gt;051. broken someone's heart : HAHA, NUMEROUS TIMES&lt;br /&gt;052. been arrested : NOPES&lt;br /&gt;053. turned someone down : HAHA, YUPS&lt;br /&gt;054. cried when someone died : YEAH&lt;br /&gt;055. liked a friend : DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;056. yourself: I THINK SO&lt;br /&gt;057. miracles : NOT REALLY&lt;br /&gt;058. love at first sight : NO WAY&lt;br /&gt;059. heaven : PROBABLY&lt;br /&gt;060. santa claus : NAH&lt;br /&gt;061. fairies : YES, COZ IM ONE&lt;br /&gt;062. kissing on the first date: NOPES, BUT I'VE DONE IT&lt;br /&gt;063. angels : YES, HYDROGEN IS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. Is there one or more people you&lt;br /&gt;want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;065. Is Superman really better than&lt;br /&gt;Batman?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH SUCK&lt;br /&gt;066. Have you had more than one&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5751108111946147130?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5751108111946147130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5751108111946147130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5751108111946147130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5751108111946147130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/001.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5383234437285515126</id><published>2007-04-15T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:43:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the boyfriend's away for the weekend. ):&lt;br /&gt;i juz came back from lot1.&lt;br /&gt;there is a huge hole in my pocket after buying a new watch.&lt;br /&gt;its a nike watch.&lt;br /&gt;mummy paid half the price.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it costs a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;but its gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;havent started studying tdae.&lt;br /&gt;did hmwk and all ystrdae.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention abt friday?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to show everyone that i dont like Hydrogen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so when she was in class i didnt really look at her.&lt;br /&gt;then i hid inside the toilet to see her walk past.&lt;br /&gt;and when i came out, she hadnt gone in.&lt;br /&gt;she was talking to shamini.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i juz walked off larh.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even bother to ask shamini what they talked abt.&lt;br /&gt;sucha good improvement.&lt;br /&gt;then as i was abt to go off, i heard her voice.&lt;br /&gt;she was gonna wash.&lt;br /&gt;and you knw, that was the end of my act.&lt;br /&gt;i juz cannot make it larh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt get the video afterall. ):&lt;br /&gt;and after that was crezawards.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty boring this year.&lt;br /&gt;but when paul came, i went mad.&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming i think. hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay larh, i wanna go search for pics of ayesha takia now.&lt;br /&gt;might blog again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5383234437285515126?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5383234437285515126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5383234437285515126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5383234437285515126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5383234437285515126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-boyfriends-away-for-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5500734518628930308</id><published>2007-04-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:27:34.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Did You-&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to a boy/girl you like?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn anything new?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Talked to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;- uhm, nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;- MY BOYFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last Person Who-&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Laid in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;- myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- shd be Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;- cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to the mall with you?&lt;br /&gt;- dnoe larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You showered with?&lt;br /&gt;- MY BOYFRIEND! kiddingg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- Ponny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;- MY BOIYFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-General stuff-&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite location?&lt;br /&gt;- Library blk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you most scared of this&lt;br /&gt;second?&lt;br /&gt;- cant complete hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely not in a temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;- everyone does, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like being around people?&lt;br /&gt;- i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Have you ever cried?&lt;br /&gt;- duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you lonely right now?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;- that's when i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Been on radio/TV?&lt;br /&gt;- yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ever liked someone who treated you&lt;br /&gt;like crap?&lt;br /&gt;- thats always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what color shirt are you wearing&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;- white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Name three things that you do every&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;- see myself in the mirror, see myself in the mirror, see myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How much cash do you have on you&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;- abt 20 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What web site do you visit the&lt;br /&gt;most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;makeURL("- www.friendster.com","eHNsL2J1bGxldGluLnhzbA==");&lt;/script&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/bulletin.php?statpos=bulletintable&amp;bid=122777587&amp;amp;uid=36681375" onclick="window.open('/redirect.cgi?b='+b64_srckey+'&amp;u='+escape(makeCompleteURL('www.friendster.com')), '_blank');return false;" onmouseover="window.status=makeCompleteURL('www.friendster.com');return true" onmouseout="window.status='';return true"&gt;www.friendster.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have plants in your room?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;- didnt i say MY BOYFRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-26 SECRETS-&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WHAT IS YOUR DISPLAY NAME ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- secret larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHERE WAS YOUR DEFAULT PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;TAKEN?&lt;br /&gt;- school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.WHAT'S YOUR CURRENT RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;STATUS?&lt;br /&gt;- not answering. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HONESTLY, IF SOMEONE WERE TO TELL&lt;br /&gt;YOU HOW THEY FELT, WOULD YOU LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yeah but i prob wont believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHATS YOUR CURRENT MOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- irritated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHATS YOUR MOST VALUED POSSESSIONS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paalbottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HOW ARE THINGS IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;- which relationship? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, AND&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE SOMETHING WOULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah. wouldnt wanna fall in love with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. IF YOU MUST BE AN ANIMAL FOR ONE&lt;br /&gt;DAY- WHAT WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;- orang utan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. EVER HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes. near rape experience, yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. NAME SOMEONE WITH THE SAME B-DAY&lt;br /&gt;AS YOU?&lt;br /&gt;- vicky gurl, nivaash's sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. HAVE YOU EVER SANG IN FRONT OF A&lt;br /&gt;LARGE AUDIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX ?&lt;br /&gt;- height i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY ORDER FROM&lt;br /&gt;STARBUCKS?&lt;br /&gt;- dont usually go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DRUNKEN WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. DO YOU STILL WATCH KIDDY MOVIES OR&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOWS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU SPEAK ANY OTHER LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. IS THERE SOMEONE ON YOUR MIND NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT HURTS YOU AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5500734518628930308?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5500734518628930308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5500734518628930308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5500734518628930308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5500734518628930308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-did-you-1.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5679746126203091530</id><published>2007-04-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:08:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tdae was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;was busy the whole time during lessons so couldnt really see her.&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to the usual place to at least see her c__.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;obviously it wouldnt be.&lt;br /&gt;its not like she'll wait for me rite?&lt;br /&gt;instead of the c__, i was greeted with a mineral water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;thought she was the one who threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;so i picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it was hers.&lt;br /&gt;there was a paper inside.&lt;br /&gt;silly me thought that Hydrogen left a note for me.&lt;br /&gt;it was a receipt.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, i dont give a damn anymore larh.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do hmwk now coz i wanna watch man u match tnite.&lt;br /&gt;or tmrw morn rather. -shrugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5679746126203091530?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5679746126203091530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5679746126203091530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5679746126203091530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5679746126203091530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/tdae-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3649250980468967528</id><published>2007-04-08T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:52:16.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school tmrw..&lt;br /&gt;am i sposed to be happy or sad?&lt;br /&gt;i havent finished hmwk larh.&lt;br /&gt;and guru is nice. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3649250980468967528?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3649250980468967528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3649250980468967528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3649250980468967528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3649250980468967528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-1929169496614979443</id><published>2007-04-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:32:09.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant stand him.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely cant stand that loser.&lt;br /&gt;i was being so nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;asked him how he was and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i didnt know what the hell i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i told him to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;then why do i hafta ask him how he is?&lt;br /&gt;why shd it even matter to me, for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;and his replies really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;his tone was so.. condescending. [gosh, sounds so SS]&lt;br /&gt;it really brought me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, im still very pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna unblock him at MSN and scream at him.&lt;br /&gt;use all the vulgarities i know on him.&lt;br /&gt;and faaiz is online.&lt;br /&gt;oh abt faaiz.&lt;br /&gt;he's this guy living arnd my area larh.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i go to the shops nearby, i'll see him arnd.&lt;br /&gt;he looks punjabi, but apparently he's not.&lt;br /&gt;anw, ive always thought he looks good.&lt;br /&gt;and surprise surprise, he finds my profile at Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;and tada! he added me on Friendster and MSN.&lt;br /&gt;so he's finally online now.&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention abt last night?&lt;br /&gt;it was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;i was exhausted so i fell aslp. [thinking abt Hydrogen of course]&lt;br /&gt;then close to midnight, mummy came back and woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;i was so sleepy that i cant rmb what happened.&lt;br /&gt;i only rmb going down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;i juz followed behind her as she walked.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Macs.&lt;br /&gt;you knw, i was staggering coz i felt groggy.&lt;br /&gt;and i was wearing black winnie the pooh pyjamas, my hair untied.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i think i looked like a baby pontianak.&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i saw at Macs?&lt;br /&gt;Valentino.&lt;br /&gt;what a way to meet the ex.&lt;br /&gt;and it juz had to be the most handsome ex rite.&lt;br /&gt;he smiled and i think i smiled too.&lt;br /&gt;thats the end of the fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;was watching the roma vs man u match at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen was right larh.&lt;br /&gt;the police using the baton on the United supporters was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, some of them were bleeding so profusely. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;coming back to the issue, im very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shouldnt get impulsive man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT IM SO DAMN UNHAPPY WITH THAT ************* LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I NEVER MET THAT *** ** * *****.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID HAZIE, ALL YOUR FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&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/20136692-1929169496614979443?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1929169496614979443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1929169496614979443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1929169496614979443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1929169496614979443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-stand-him.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-7528928254050551309</id><published>2007-04-05T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:48:37.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tdae was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;cramps were killing me man.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting down in the train all the way.&lt;br /&gt;then cabbed to sch.&lt;br /&gt;we were so freaking late tdae.&lt;br /&gt;and then i was kinda scared during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen was apparently "creating an image for herself" by scaring pple.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but if you think abt it aft that, its kinda cool larh.&lt;br /&gt;lessons were spent in pain.&lt;br /&gt;ms azlin didnt come tdae. -rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really think abt the cramps larh.&lt;br /&gt;i was eagerly anticipating the wash.&lt;br /&gt;at 0315, i saw her at the usual place.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even wear my shoes man.&lt;br /&gt;i sprinted to class, packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;by then, she left.&lt;br /&gt;i was so sad man.&lt;br /&gt;really really wanted to wash.&lt;br /&gt;plus its hol tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;called her and asked her abt it larh.&lt;br /&gt;she had some work to do..&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to complain and complain and let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt wanna bother her.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i dont wanna disturb her, i think i shd think abt myself too.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how long am i gonna be living this way?&lt;br /&gt;every weekend, i feel the pain and longing for her.&lt;br /&gt;what the fck is wrong in msging/calling, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;haiz, its really pointless talking abt it larh.&lt;br /&gt;for one, im never gonna pluck up the courage to tell her that.&lt;br /&gt;and neither does she read my blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;so its pointless.&lt;br /&gt;anw, on a lighter note, i was taking several tests juz now.&lt;br /&gt;and this one is so freaking true larh.&lt;br /&gt;it really reflected a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;feel free to try it pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;http://www.secret-loves.com/index.php?test=573481&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, chaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-7528928254050551309?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7528928254050551309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7528928254050551309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7528928254050551309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7528928254050551309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/tdae-was-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5626518897409075284</id><published>2007-03-31T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:52:15.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're like a drop of rain in the desert, Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;i dont hafta say i love you again rite?&lt;br /&gt;im sure you know i do. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5626518897409075284?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5626518897409075284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5626518897409075284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5626518897409075284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5626518897409075284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-like-drop-of-rain-in-desert.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8433981917364315222</id><published>2007-03-31T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:44:43.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>learning fest tdae was boring.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its coz we didnt have much time to walk arnd.&lt;br /&gt;had to dress up and practice for reel art.&lt;br /&gt;reel art went okay.&lt;br /&gt;we won the 3rd prize.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt really work hard to win larh.&lt;br /&gt;juz didnt wanna let the class down.&lt;br /&gt;and i think we did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen says that we shd have won the 1st prize.&lt;br /&gt;so to me, i've won the 1st prize already. (:&lt;br /&gt;went to Hydrogen's desk aft sch.&lt;br /&gt;didnt spend much time though.&lt;br /&gt;then went to jurong.&lt;br /&gt;ate and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;im so bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i need to go and get my baby boy now.&lt;br /&gt;so chaoz.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, tdae is the first time i gave Hydrogen a flying kiss when she was looking.&lt;br /&gt;and tdae is the first time we took a pic tgether.&lt;br /&gt;shes love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8433981917364315222?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8433981917364315222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8433981917364315222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8433981917364315222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8433981917364315222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-fest-tdae-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-7247054975761518625</id><published>2007-03-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:52:48.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i really need to open up a little.&lt;br /&gt;im not that comfortable with Hydrogen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;or else why cant i juz tell her how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll leave a note in her desk this saturday when she brings me in.&lt;br /&gt;but im not gonna tell her abt it.&lt;br /&gt;tdae wasnt good larh.&lt;br /&gt;i reached sch at 0630 to get her tee.&lt;br /&gt;but had to return her in the end. )):&lt;br /&gt;now i have nothing to put over my bolster and sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;clutching a plastic milkbottle to sleep isnt comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;i want smth more.. real.&lt;br /&gt;since i cant hug you to sleep, cant i even have your tee Hydrogen?&lt;br /&gt;then the "its ok" msg you sent juz now is so upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;can you make it even more obvious that we shouldnt be msging?&lt;br /&gt;tsk, i really miss you larh.&lt;br /&gt;going for night study tmrw. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention?&lt;br /&gt;abdhullah is so fcking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it that every single thing related to me, he'll tell hazie.&lt;br /&gt;its nothing against hazie larh.&lt;br /&gt;but i find it so immature.&lt;br /&gt;juz tells me that he knows nuts abt relationships.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;be like me pple. (:&lt;br /&gt;carry mineral water bottles and run aft your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;then give her the drink secretly and ask her to walk off before someone sees.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;okay larh, i shant hate abdhullah so much.&lt;br /&gt;what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;but one more time i hear from him, he's screwed.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/20136692-7247054975761518625?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7247054975761518625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7247054975761518625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7247054975761518625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7247054975761518625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-i-really-need-to-open-up-little.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8754903525215640356</id><published>2007-03-29T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:41:09.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Achluophobia - Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Acrophobia - Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Agliophobia - Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces&lt;br /&gt;or crowds.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Aichmophobia - Fear of needles or&lt;br /&gt;pointed objects.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Amaxophobia - Fear of riding in a&lt;br /&gt;car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Androphobia - Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anginophobia - Fear of choking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anthrophobia - Fear of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anthropophobia - Fear of people or&lt;br /&gt;society.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Aphenphosmphobia - Fear of being&lt;br /&gt;touched.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Arithmophobia - Fear of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Astraphobia - Fear of thunder and&lt;br /&gt;lightening.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ataxophobia - Fear of disorder or&lt;br /&gt;untidiness.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Atelophobia - Fear of imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Autophobia - Fear of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bacteriophobia - Fear of bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Barophobia - Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bathmophobia - Fear of stairs or&lt;br /&gt;steep slopes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Batrachophobia - Fear of&lt;br /&gt;amphibians.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Belonephobia - Fear of pins and&lt;br /&gt;needles.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bibliophobia - Fear of books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Botanophobia - Fear of plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cacophobia - Fear of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Catagelophobia - Fear of being&lt;br /&gt;ridiculed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Catoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chionophobia - Fear of snow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chromophobia - Fear of colors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chronomentrophobia - Fear of&lt;br /&gt;clocks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Claustrophobia - Fear of confined&lt;br /&gt;spaces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Coulrophobia - Fear of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cyberphobia - Fear of computers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cynophobia - Fear of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dendrophobia - Fear of trees.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dentophobia - Fear of dentists.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Domatophobia - Fear of houses.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dystychiphobia - Fear of accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ecophobia - Fear of the home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Elurophobia - Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Entomophobia - Fear of insects.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ephebiphobia - Fear of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Equinophobia - Fear of horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gamophobia - Fear of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Genuphobia - Fear of knees.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Glossophobia - Fear of speaking in&lt;br /&gt;public.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gynophobia - Fear of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Heliophobia - Fear of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hemophobia - Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Herpetophobia - Fear of reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Homophobia- Fear Of Homosexuals&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hydrophobia - Fear of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Iatrophobia - Fear of doctors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Insectophobia - Fear of insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Koinoniphobia - Fear of rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Leukophobia - Fear of the color&lt;br /&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lilapsophobia - Fear of tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lockiophobia - Fear of childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mageirocophobia - Fear of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Melanophobia - Fear of the color&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Microphobia - Fear of small things.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mysophobia - Fear of dirt and&lt;br /&gt;germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;[x] Necrophobia - Fear of death or dead&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Noctiphobia - Fear of the night&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nosocomephobia - Fear of&lt;br /&gt;hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Obesophobia - Fear of gaining&lt;br /&gt;weight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ombrophobia - Fear of rain.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ornithophobia - Fear of birds.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ostroconaphobia - Fear of seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Papyrophobia - Fear of paper.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pathophobia - Fear of disease.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pedophobia - Fear of children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Philophobia - Fear of love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Phobophobia - Fear of phobias.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Podophobia - Fear of feet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Porphyrophobia - Fear of the color&lt;br /&gt;purple.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pteridophobia - Fear of ferns.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pteromerhanophobia - Fear of&lt;br /&gt;flying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pyrophobia - Fear of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Scolionophobia - Fear of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Selenophobia - Fear of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sociophobia - Fear of social&lt;br /&gt;evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Somniphobia - Fear of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tachophobia - Fear of speed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Technophobia - Fear of technology.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tonitrophobia - Fear of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Trypanophobia - Fear of injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-Z&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Venustraphobia - Fear of beautiful&lt;br /&gt;women.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Verminophobia - Fear of germs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wiccaphobia - Fear of witches and&lt;br /&gt;witchcraft.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Xenophobia - Fear of strangers or&lt;br /&gt;foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Zoophobia - Fear of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 25 phobias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8754903525215640356?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8754903525215640356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8754903525215640356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8754903525215640356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8754903525215640356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/achluophobia-fear-of-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3796798101487408218</id><published>2007-03-24T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:12:15.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i blogged a really long post in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to delete it coz its kinda personal to put on the web.&lt;br /&gt;and sharing it will lead to the relationship losing its special feel.&lt;br /&gt;plus, it was kinda obvious who it was about.&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be trouble for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;so i deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;juz finished doing the pirate hat for reel art.&lt;br /&gt;im proud of myself, though the hat isnt exactly perfect.&lt;br /&gt;went to sembawang juz now.&lt;br /&gt;had to get all the baking stuffs coz i'll be baking tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;a pretty pretty cake for my pretty pretty woman.&lt;br /&gt;and then for friends also larh.&lt;br /&gt;bought glitter to use as fairydust also.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, im bored now.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss Hydrogen larh.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, been thinking of her quite a bit tdae.&lt;br /&gt;its okay, juz 31 hours to go. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3796798101487408218?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3796798101487408218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3796798101487408218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3796798101487408218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3796798101487408218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/actually-i-blogged-really-long-post-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-4891952059533149950</id><published>2007-03-20T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:57:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was good.&lt;br /&gt;no points for guessing why.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the day wasnt exactly long either.&lt;br /&gt;but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;juz like old times man.&lt;br /&gt;how much i miss talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;and washing also larh.&lt;br /&gt;but what she said is kinda disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;she said that it has been going on for long and its abt time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;how do i move on?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;and even if i can, i wouldnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;coz i love you too much to move on Hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;and you must get used to me torturing you okay? hahha.&lt;br /&gt;the part abt the good-natured thing is also bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;from today onwards, im gonna be good-natured.&lt;br /&gt;i know i can larh.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i totally stopped flirting and all successfully after the last time.&lt;br /&gt;so what makes pple think i cant do it this time round? hehs.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i think i shd have asked her the reason why we cant msg/talk much.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to ask these kinda things coz im afraid her replies will upset me.&lt;br /&gt;and i had a dream abt her juz now man.&lt;br /&gt;it was good, but never gonna be true larh.&lt;br /&gt;its raining!&lt;br /&gt;omg good to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;okay then, nites world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ هممليني;  with every breath i take.&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/20136692-4891952059533149950?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4891952059533149950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4891952059533149950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4891952059533149950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4891952059533149950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-4147960975708597831</id><published>2007-03-18T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:19:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so now i have TWO pple who love me.&lt;br /&gt;and im not sure to what extent its true.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog abt it tmrw i guess.&lt;br /&gt;im seeing her tmrw after NINE freaking days.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant be bothered larh.&lt;br /&gt;shucks, abdhullah is right.&lt;br /&gt;im being ambivalent.&lt;br /&gt;okay, ugly betty is coming on soon.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4147960975708597831?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4147960975708597831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4147960975708597831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4147960975708597831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4147960975708597831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-now-i-have-two-pple-who-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5866421335366487043</id><published>2007-03-11T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:27:52.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. When you look at yourself in the&lt;br /&gt;mirror in the morning, what's the&lt;br /&gt;first thing you say?&lt;br /&gt;- wow you look so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;- abt 30 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes&lt;br /&gt;with "TEST"?&lt;br /&gt;- pest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;- jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your&lt;br /&gt;missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;- HoMe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your main ring tone on your&lt;br /&gt;phone?&lt;br /&gt;- aanantham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- espirit top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of your shoes you're&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;- dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at midnight&lt;br /&gt;last night?&lt;br /&gt;- watching JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did your last text message&lt;br /&gt;you received say?&lt;br /&gt;- whats your fave colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's a saying that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- its all love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who told you they loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;- bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;- pooh bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How Many Drugs Have You Done In&lt;br /&gt;The Past three Days?&lt;br /&gt;- none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many rolls of film do you need&lt;br /&gt;to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;- two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;- sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;- anyone who likes hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your current desktop&lt;br /&gt;picture?&lt;br /&gt;- john abraham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the last thing you said&lt;br /&gt;to someone?&lt;br /&gt;- for  me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you had to choose between a&lt;br /&gt;million bucks or to be able to change&lt;br /&gt;a major regret?&lt;br /&gt;- no major regrets. so million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;- yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;- dole dole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5866421335366487043?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5866421335366487043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5866421335366487043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5866421335366487043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5866421335366487043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/1_11.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-444686782585389580</id><published>2007-03-11T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:19:12.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#01. Would you mind if your guy is&lt;br /&gt;fat?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#02. Would you want your guy to do&lt;br /&gt;house chores?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#03. What is the maximum age gap you&lt;br /&gt;and your guy have?&lt;br /&gt;- im single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#04. Would you mind if your guy&lt;br /&gt;smokes?&lt;br /&gt;- duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#05. Must he get good grades?&lt;br /&gt;- i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#06. A muscular/mature guy or a&lt;br /&gt;childish/cute guy?&lt;br /&gt;- muscular and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#07. Must he be popular to suit you?&lt;br /&gt;- nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08. Would you allow your guy to join&lt;br /&gt;gang?&lt;br /&gt;- i'll prefer if he doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#09. Must he have perfect eyesight?&lt;br /&gt;- not neccessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. Must he be perfect in everything?&lt;br /&gt;- i like imperfect pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. Will you be furious OR worried if&lt;br /&gt;your guy gets into trouble with the&lt;br /&gt;DM?&lt;br /&gt;- worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. Must he be taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;- yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. What is the first thing abt him that attracted you?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm, looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. Does how much he loves you matter&lt;br /&gt;or as long as you love him is enough?&lt;br /&gt;- he shd love me more than how much i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. Would you allow your guy to show&lt;br /&gt;tantrums on the elderly or worthy of&lt;br /&gt;respect?&lt;br /&gt;- obviously no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. What if your guy's ex still loves&lt;br /&gt;him?&lt;br /&gt;- i'll bitch abt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. Which of his character or looks&lt;br /&gt;will make you leave him?&lt;br /&gt;- unfaithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. Must you be his first girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- not neccessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. After marriage, must you be&lt;br /&gt;together or follow him back to his&lt;br /&gt;country?&lt;br /&gt;- uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. What will you do if his friends&lt;br /&gt;bully him?&lt;br /&gt;- persuade him to find other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21. What is the most important thing&lt;br /&gt;you seek in your guy?&lt;br /&gt;- devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you rather your guy be a&lt;br /&gt;studious or bad boy kind?&lt;br /&gt;- studious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. What if your good friend likes&lt;br /&gt;your guy?&lt;br /&gt;- ask her to fck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-444686782585389580?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/444686782585389580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=444686782585389580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/444686782585389580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/444686782585389580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/01.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-7902533068773130302</id><published>2007-03-10T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:01:33.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you prefer to sleep or talk to a&lt;br /&gt;friend when it gets boring in class?&lt;br /&gt;- talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wave hi with a smile or a&lt;br /&gt;serious face?&lt;br /&gt;- smile larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that you like about your&lt;br /&gt;house?&lt;br /&gt;- my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time you cried, is it because&lt;br /&gt;of someone?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate ice cream or chocolate bar?&lt;br /&gt;- choc bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the good thing about schooling?&lt;br /&gt;- fantastic teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you downloaded?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms or cockroaches?&lt;br /&gt;- NEITHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;- not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can have a choice, would you&lt;br /&gt;prefer to be friends or attached with&lt;br /&gt;someone you love now?&lt;br /&gt;- attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one word, describe your day:&lt;br /&gt;- crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What website(s) do you have open?&lt;br /&gt;- blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to music when you are..&lt;br /&gt;- happy, sad, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest news you've received?&lt;br /&gt;- im gonna be tinkerbell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last clothing item you bought?&lt;br /&gt;- bdae dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 things you have around you:&lt;br /&gt;- tablet, handphone, bag, remote, pencil case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can't you live without?&lt;br /&gt;- handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can't you live without?&lt;br /&gt;- HYDROGEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State the date, day and time at this&lt;br /&gt;moment:&lt;br /&gt;- 10 Mar, Sat, 1:58pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people think when they first&lt;br /&gt;meet you?&lt;br /&gt;- how am i sposed to knw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- black with a lil copper red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural/dyed?&lt;br /&gt;- copper red is dyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last book you bought?&lt;br /&gt;- cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like reading?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like answering surveys?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;- one of these quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that people don't know&lt;br /&gt;about you?&lt;br /&gt;- i dnoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a frequent user of Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLETE THESE SENTENCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when...&lt;br /&gt;i spend time alone with hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when..&lt;br /&gt;hydrogen is arnd me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to..&lt;br /&gt;kiss hydrogen then run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-7902533068773130302?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/7902533068773130302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=7902533068773130302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7902533068773130302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/7902533068773130302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-prefer-to-sleep-or-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-6291245537417858738</id><published>2007-03-10T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:51:57.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is/are the main person(s) you talk&lt;br /&gt;to at school?&lt;br /&gt;- hazie, shamini, nivaash, sofia, hasinah, hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your room clean?&lt;br /&gt;the table, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour is your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;- cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- aashiqi meri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last mall you went to?&lt;br /&gt;- ck tangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you alone?&lt;br /&gt;- in the hall, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any older siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- macs, 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to come over to&lt;br /&gt;your house?&lt;br /&gt;- uhm, maid's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;- deva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last to text you?&lt;br /&gt;- a secret admirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;- resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you sent a&lt;br /&gt;message to?&lt;br /&gt;- nivaash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go out to eat yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;- when you laugh at your own jokes, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour are your pants?&lt;br /&gt;- RED (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour is your keyboard?&lt;br /&gt;- grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel like eating/drinking?&lt;br /&gt;- anyth edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in college?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the last text you sent said?&lt;br /&gt;- can i be tinkerbell? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;- why else would i be doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour are your shoes?&lt;br /&gt;- black &amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;- me, myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- this thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Llamas?&lt;br /&gt;- huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to spell bananas?&lt;br /&gt;- bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the last words you said?&lt;br /&gt;- we'll think abt it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;- ya larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have boxers on?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes, im using undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cut on your index&lt;br /&gt;finger?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;- beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any friends named Skyler?&lt;br /&gt;- uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any friends named Axel?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you used to watch POKEMON?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your computer have a mouse?&lt;br /&gt;- touchpad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your cell phone's ring tone?&lt;br /&gt;- unakkum enakkum aanantham, vidiya vidiya sontham&lt;br /&gt;   padukkai araiyil aarambam, puthiya puthiya inbam. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you did in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;- check my handpone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- dream girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in long distance&lt;br /&gt;relationships?&lt;br /&gt;- possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that that person is&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you too?&lt;br /&gt;- that would require a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more more to come. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6291245537417858738?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6291245537417858738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6291245537417858738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6291245537417858738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6291245537417858738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-wearing-necklace-nopes.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-929342102227773796</id><published>2007-03-10T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:35:40.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i think im addicted to these stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1. Name - shamita, miss.sulphur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2. Religion - hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3. Single/Taken - single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4. Zodiac Sign – goat arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5. Male/Female – female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;6. School – crescent girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;7. Bag – Nike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;9. MSN Name – mascara and eyeliner smudges everywhere;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;10. Hair Color – black with a lil bit of copper red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;12. Hair Long/Short – long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;14. Eye Color – black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;15. Health Freak – nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;16. Height – 168, jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone? - quite a number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;18. Do you like yourself? - i LOVE myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;19. Braces - i've got perfect teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;21. Piercing - one pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;22. Tattoo - nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;23. Righty or Lefty - right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;___YOUR FIRSTS___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;24. Surgery – none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;25. First piercing – when i was 3/4 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;26. First best friend – sathia, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;27. First Award – model pupil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;28. First Sport You Joined – none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;29. First pet – hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;30. First Vacation – cant rmb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;31. First Concert - cant rmb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;32. First love – HYDROGEN &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; ___FAVOURITES___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;33. Movie – a lot larh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;34. Favorite TV Show - desperate housewives! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;35. Colour – black and red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;36. Music – a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;39. Drink - green tea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;41. Sport To Play - soccer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;42. Favorite piece of clothing - jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;43. Brand - hmm, roxy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;44. What do you sleep with? - baby pillow and bolster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;45. Favorite School - cgs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;46. Favorite Animal – orang utans  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;___CURRENTLY___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;49. Im eating – nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;50. Im drinking – nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;52. Im about to ring – nobody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;53. Listening to – nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;55. Waiting For – party tmrw, i hafta eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;56. Watching - nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;57. Wearing – England shorts, teddy bear tee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;58. Want Kids? – clueless 59. Want to Get Married? - clueless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;60. Careers in Mind – doctor, teacher, housewife  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;___RANDOM___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;68. Lips or Eyes - eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;69. Hugs or Kisses – kisses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;70. Shorter or Taller - taller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;72. Romantic, Spontaneous – romantic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;73. nice stomach or nice arms - stomach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;74. Sensitive or Loud – sensitive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;75. Hook-up or Relationship - relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;76. Sweet or caring – both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant? - hesitatnt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;___HAVE YOU EVER___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;78. Kissed a Stranger - nopes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;79. Drank bubbles – huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts – yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;81. Ran Away From Home – yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;82. Broken a bone – nopes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;83. Got an X-ray – nah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;84. Broken Someones Heart – numerous guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;87. Cried When Someone Died – duh  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;___DO YOU BELIEVE IN___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;89. God – yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;90. Miracles – theres still hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;93. Aliens – maybe 94. Magic – uh, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;95. Heaven – yeah 97. Sex on the first date – that's a NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;98. Kissing on the First Date - yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;99. Angels – angels in disguise, yes (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; ___ANSWER TRUTHFULLY___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;100. Is there someone you want to be with right now? - yeah   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;more to come. (:&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/20136692-929342102227773796?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/929342102227773796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=929342102227773796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/929342102227773796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/929342102227773796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-im-addicted-to-these-stuffs_10.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3736212963765975374</id><published>2007-03-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:38:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; south view primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you work?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you live?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dont think i hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your hair style?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bob, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear braces?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos did you have?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings did you have?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you must be joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite band/group:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst fear?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; failing tests/exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you driven yet?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you been to a real party yet?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**HA HA HA!!! LETS SEE WHAT YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;NOW !!!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 16 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; crescent girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cck, spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the lib block in sch, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have braces?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talk to any of your old friends?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a silver ***** 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite band/group?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; juz once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been arrested since if so how&lt;br /&gt;many times total?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart been broken?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it's always being broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've done a lot of these thingys coz of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;gdnite, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3736212963765975374?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3736212963765975374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUY-ISH&lt;br /&gt;[x] you own a jersey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like being sweaty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love mud&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've played at least one sport on&lt;br /&gt;a team&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've played more than 1 sport for&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love hoodies and jeans&lt;br /&gt;[x] pranks are fun&lt;br /&gt;[x] dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its funny when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pulling heads off dolls isn’t&lt;br /&gt;creepy..its fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont cry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[ ] girl drama is stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] painting your nails is weird/stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a psp&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own an xbox&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a gamecube&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like to watch porn&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like sexy girls&lt;br /&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to be obsessed with power&lt;br /&gt;rangers&lt;br /&gt;[] you watch sports center&lt;br /&gt;[x] you watch sports on tv sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gorey movies are the best!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you arent scared of anything&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you take part in "male bonding"&lt;br /&gt;[] you only go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball&lt;br /&gt;caps&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're not sensitive&lt;br /&gt;[] no pain no gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like going to football games&lt;br /&gt;[ ] night games rock&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders and bugs are cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like to freak out your sister or&lt;br /&gt;brother&lt;br /&gt;[] you used to or do collect basketball&lt;br /&gt;cards&lt;br /&gt;[ ] saggy pants are cool&lt;br /&gt;[] you get sports illustrated/other&lt;br /&gt;sports/ guy magazine&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fire is cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you don't babysit&lt;br /&gt;[x] you're immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kinda weird to have sleepovers&lt;br /&gt;with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;[x] green, black, red or blue or&lt;br /&gt;silver are your favorite color(s)&lt;br /&gt;[] romantic comedies are boring&lt;br /&gt;[] you hate dressing up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont care about your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love to go crazy and not care&lt;br /&gt;what people think&lt;br /&gt;[ ] climbing is fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] contact sports like football are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add the numbers up and x2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL-ISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you shop&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[x] you buy different colored shirts&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear halters and tube tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] you dont like shopping at hot topic&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;[] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;[] you hate wearing the color black&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love hanging at the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like getting manicures and/or&lt;br /&gt;pedicures&lt;br /&gt;[] you wear jewellery&lt;br /&gt;[x] skirts are a part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;[x] you take a long time doing your&lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] shopping is one of your favorite&lt;br /&gt;hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you hate the movie star wars&lt;br /&gt;[x] you cry in movies&lt;br /&gt;[x] you are/were in cheerleading,&lt;br /&gt;gymnastics, or dance&lt;br /&gt;[x] it takes you more than 1/2 hour to&lt;br /&gt;get dressed and put on other accesories&lt;br /&gt;[x] you smile a lot more than u should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add them up and x5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM 12% GUYISH AND 80% GIRLISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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a&lt;br /&gt;special person.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think Johnny Depp is hot in&lt;br /&gt;Pirates.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten suspended&lt;br /&gt;[XXX] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like rock.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like rap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like techno&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I carry a purse.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been called a party girl.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I did own a Spice Girls CD.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I did own a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Football isn't boring.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love athletic people&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love skater boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love ghetto boys.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love emo boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sweet guys are better than hot&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been called a tease.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lip gloss is better than lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I can't leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;makeup.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm a bitch. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play video games, even when there&lt;br /&gt;are other people around.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My friends are the best, and&lt;br /&gt;they're VERY important to me.&lt;br /&gt;[XXX] I can be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I really want to be with a certain&lt;br /&gt;someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I smoke way too much&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo or I want one&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to more than 5&lt;br /&gt;concerts (co concerts that is XP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-1820181621007720665?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/1820181621007720665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=1820181621007720665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1820181621007720665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/1820181621007720665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/girl-confessions-x-im-not-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-997702782131220659</id><published>2007-03-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:18:35.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How's your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;still beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you went&lt;br /&gt;out?&lt;br /&gt;after sch tdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the latest movie you saw ?&lt;br /&gt;dream girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. where was the last place you went&lt;br /&gt;to?&lt;br /&gt;my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What made you smile today ?&lt;br /&gt;hydrogen. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The last time you fell in love ?&lt;br /&gt;at 1040 this morn, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever love someone so deep ?&lt;br /&gt;uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your status right now ?&lt;br /&gt;single and unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night ?&lt;br /&gt;nightmare! shamini loves hydrogen! [in my dream of course]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you doing this morning at&lt;br /&gt;7am?&lt;br /&gt;walking to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. what are you doing this morning at&lt;br /&gt;10am ?&lt;br /&gt;staring at mrs gek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. which is a country you will never&lt;br /&gt;want to visit ?&lt;br /&gt;uhm, i dnoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many piercings do you have ?&lt;br /&gt;only 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last thing you ate ?&lt;br /&gt;apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song are you listening to&lt;br /&gt;right now ?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is your bestest friend of the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;not close to the opp sex in a friend kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have a nick name ?&lt;br /&gt;miss sulphur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Things you need to do everyday ?&lt;br /&gt;i must see hydrogen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you a type of person who easily&lt;br /&gt;gets hurt ?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The last thing you said to one of&lt;br /&gt;your friends ?&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;deva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The last person that you chat with&lt;br /&gt;online ?&lt;br /&gt;hazie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The last person you talked with?&lt;br /&gt;mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What cant you live without ?&lt;br /&gt;hydrogen. i really cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What things you want to do now ?&lt;br /&gt;do more of these crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-997702782131220659?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/997702782131220659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=997702782131220659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/997702782131220659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/997702782131220659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/1_07.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-9142084039216142783</id><published>2007-03-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:10:20.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.The phone rings. Who do you want it&lt;br /&gt;to be?&lt;br /&gt;hydrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really use carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more&lt;br /&gt;of a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If abandoned alone in the&lt;br /&gt;wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like to ride horses?&lt;br /&gt;never tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite board game&lt;br /&gt;as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;uh, snake and ladder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a sexy person was pursuing you,&lt;br /&gt;but you knew he/she was taken what&lt;br /&gt;would you do?&lt;br /&gt;have a fling. or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you judgmental?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you date someone with&lt;br /&gt;different religious beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;religion is not a prob in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If your house was on fire, what's&lt;br /&gt;the first thing you'd grab?&lt;br /&gt;my handphone and milkbottle and baby pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;not often. cant find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think more about the past,&lt;br /&gt;present or future?&lt;br /&gt;past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite children's&lt;br /&gt;books?&lt;br /&gt;enid blyton's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you kissed any of your&lt;br /&gt;MySpace/Friendster friends?&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;taller then hydrogen, haha. 168cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your ideal house located?&lt;br /&gt;the place where hydrogen is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;deva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever taken pictures in a&lt;br /&gt;photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you were at&lt;br /&gt;Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;what's that again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are your keys on your key&lt;br /&gt;chains for?&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a key chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;watched the arena and read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Where is your current pain at?&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;not reallu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;both are blessed with their own unique attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How long does it take you in the&lt;br /&gt;shower?&lt;br /&gt;15 to 25 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What movie do you want to see&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;John Tucker Must Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you put lotion on your dog or&lt;br /&gt;cats?&lt;br /&gt;i dont own one. and that's a sadistic thing to do btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do for New Year's?&lt;br /&gt;went to a countdown party and shopped at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think The Grudge was scary?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. the jap version was scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i absolutely LOVE my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's the last letter of your&lt;br /&gt;middle name?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, g?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you vote for on American&lt;br /&gt;Idol?&lt;br /&gt;i dont watch american idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many hours of sleep do you get&lt;br /&gt;a night?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the workload. if theres not much work, then 10-12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;uh, what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;if i rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;shorts and tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Any big event happened in your&lt;br /&gt;hometown?&lt;br /&gt;is my hometown spore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Is your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who's the funniest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like funny or serious&lt;br /&gt;people better?&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever been to Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you use cuss words in other&lt;br /&gt;languages?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you steal or pay for your music&lt;br /&gt;downloads?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When was the last time you said "i&lt;br /&gt;love you" and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;as long as the "i love you" is for hydrogen, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your cell usually on vibrate or&lt;br /&gt;ring?&lt;br /&gt;vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;i need a womanfriend, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-9142084039216142783?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/9142084039216142783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=9142084039216142783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/9142084039216142783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/9142084039216142783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-4810276056854089622</id><published>2007-03-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:52:05.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a long time since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;finally got back my tablet pc after ONE AND A HALF MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;how inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;my diet is a complete fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna look awful in my bdae dress.&lt;br /&gt;sch ended early tdae.&lt;br /&gt;hazie, shamini, nivaash and i cabbed to lido.&lt;br /&gt;we watched dream girls.&lt;br /&gt;more like they watched actually.&lt;br /&gt;its a lousy movie.&lt;br /&gt;i was juz msging and hanging on the phone throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;and jennifer hudson's "singing" was giving me a terrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;after 5 days, hydrogen smiled tdae.&lt;br /&gt;and after she left, i was jumping up and down. literally.&lt;br /&gt;im really concerned abt her health larh.&lt;br /&gt;read up on her health probs juz now.&lt;br /&gt;her health is seriously deteriorating. ):&lt;br /&gt;hydrogen, you must be arnd for years and years okay?&lt;br /&gt;only then will my love for you be true, rmb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-4810276056854089622?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/4810276056854089622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=4810276056854089622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4810276056854089622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/4810276056854089622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/been-long-time-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-3335688213081343942</id><published>2007-03-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:30:02.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tdae sucked.&lt;br /&gt;and tmrw will too.&lt;br /&gt;was i rude to her?&lt;br /&gt;if i was, its only because im so irritated by her actions.&lt;br /&gt;theres a difference btwn being irritated with her actions and being irritated with her btw.&lt;br /&gt;omg guess what?&lt;br /&gt;the sec4s were coming up to me and asking me if i wrote her name and mine in the phy lab table.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt rmb doing so and i dont vandalise in pen.&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely dont write the name as it is.&lt;br /&gt;but i thought maybe i did do it in a senseless state.&lt;br /&gt;you know how dreamy i can get at times.&lt;br /&gt;but i went to the phy lab and got the shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;someone wrote her name, next to mine, and my class beside it.&lt;br /&gt;IN PEN! goodness.&lt;br /&gt;obviously i cleared it off.&lt;br /&gt;wonder who did it.&lt;br /&gt;anw, coming back to tdae, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;its an advance bdae gift frm her i guess.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, hydrogen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-3335688213081343942?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/3335688213081343942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=3335688213081343942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3335688213081343942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/3335688213081343942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/tdae-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8039155349216319960</id><published>2007-02-24T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:32:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i juz need a little time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant get it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate mugging.&lt;br /&gt;i only love myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8039155349216319960?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8039155349216319960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8039155349216319960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8039155349216319960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/8039155349216319960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-juz-need-little-time-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-5455552873703261983</id><published>2007-02-23T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:42:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEST&lt;br /&gt;1. Female Friend: a few actually.&lt;br /&gt;2. Vacation: any vacation to meet my lovely family in Msia (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Time of day: every moment that i see her. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4. Day of the week: Wednesdays, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;1. Person(s)you saw: my maid&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to: Sofia&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugged: cant rmb, hmm, more like cant say.&lt;br /&gt;4. Texted: guess who? Hydrogen. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;5. IM: Sathia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing now: this?&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing: black shorts with garfield tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: 24 feb 2007, hahha&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: studying at je lib with friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Goal: below 12 points for O's&lt;br /&gt;4. Dislikes about tomorrow: cant see Hydrogen, tsk ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES&lt;br /&gt;1. Number(s): 3, 25, 8&lt;br /&gt;2. Color: black and red&lt;br /&gt;3. Season: autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: perhaps a little.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: stressed&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanting: a reply from her, even if she did go out with that *toot*&lt;br /&gt;4. listening to: the rumbling of the fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE/FALSE&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler: true&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist: false, juz a wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;I am left handed: false&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to friendster: false&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails: when im stressed, nervous, tensed or worried.&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: true&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music: depends.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy jazz music: false&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy smoothies: true&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: true&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time paying attention: true&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn: very true&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: true&lt;br /&gt;I have all my grandparents: false&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother and/orsister: false&lt;br /&gt;I have a good sense of humor: true, to a certain extent&lt;br /&gt;I have had broken a bone: false&lt;br /&gt;I have told someone I loved them and didn't mean it: true&lt;br /&gt;I have told someone I loved them and meant it: true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests tdae were good.&lt;br /&gt;except for lit which again, i didnt study for.&lt;br /&gt;i was so stressed juz now larh.&lt;br /&gt;i sat outside the classroom alone, cramming up bio stuffs for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;if not for the pretty woman in the opposite classroom, i'd have broken down.&lt;br /&gt;lots to study this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i really need to push myself and study even harder.&lt;br /&gt;must strive for distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;okay my pizza is calling me now.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;chaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-5455552873703261983?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/5455552873703261983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=5455552873703261983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5455552873703261983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/5455552873703261983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-1.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-8977235105099646276</id><published>2007-02-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:38:24.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>revising geog now.&lt;br /&gt;but im not really focussing.&lt;br /&gt;she came in tdae.&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt want her to see my face larh.&lt;br /&gt;or else she'll be reminded abt the incident what.&lt;br /&gt;my life's in a mess rite now.&lt;br /&gt;the relationships so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;relationship with mummy juz sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i havent spoken to her since she went off overseas.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention?&lt;br /&gt;she went off without telling me.&lt;br /&gt;relationship with daddy is not any better.&lt;br /&gt;he juz calls up everyday and enquires abt me.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt talk to me, he juz enquires from MY MAID.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea where the hell is he.&lt;br /&gt;relationship with guy SPACE friends is deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda good i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but that also means that ive got no distractions.&lt;br /&gt;and that brings me to the most disturbing thing.&lt;br /&gt;the relationship with hydrogen. [does it even exist?]&lt;br /&gt;i called her last night.&lt;br /&gt;i was juz so disturbed by evrything and you knw, i had this feeling that something bad was gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt concentrate on studying at all and i really needed her.&lt;br /&gt;but she said she was busy so i juz let it go.&lt;br /&gt;and she didnt msg or call aft that larh.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i knw i shdnt expect things frm her.&lt;br /&gt;thats why im not blaming her.&lt;br /&gt;to summarize it all, ive lost hope.&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling of losing hope is a sadness i cant explain.&lt;br /&gt;beneath the fake smiles and laughter, there is smth more.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, cmon larh, ive held on for a year plus.&lt;br /&gt;and we are nowhere near close.&lt;br /&gt;i think its time i gave up anw.&lt;br /&gt;each time we msg/talk, it upsets me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the convo, she said "see u on wed" when it was only sunday larh.&lt;br /&gt;it juz makes me feel so disappointed, angry and upset.&lt;br /&gt;actually whats the point of talking abt this?&lt;br /&gt;i might as well spend time studying smth.&lt;br /&gt;im so sure im gonna screw common tests.&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to concentrate larh.&lt;br /&gt;with a disturbed mind and heart, im definitely gonna screw it.&lt;br /&gt;and that will juz add on to my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im sorry and i love you hydrogen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-8977235105099646276?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/8977235105099646276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=8977235105099646276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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without seeing her and having difficulties sleeping and studying and surviving, as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;oh, do note the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;the withdrawal symptoms of this ridiculous addiction is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, world.&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6906980731571208774?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6906980731571208774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6906980731571208774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6906980731571208774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6906980731571208774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-she-did-come-to-sch-tdae.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20136692.post-867562197409068418</id><published>2007-02-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:13:08.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;im missing her so much man.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even spend 10 mins tgether.&lt;br /&gt;im so disappointed larh.&lt;br /&gt;im in sucha terrible mood.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&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-20136692.post-6060007843709939488</id><published>2007-02-11T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:50:22.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a long, long time i cried myself to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;no larh, not her fault.&lt;br /&gt;i owe her for the many days she sent me to bed smiling.&lt;br /&gt;juz realised that some things are so hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;tdae is for studying.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;coz i spent the whole of ystrdae shopping for v day gifts.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shd juz let the guys knw that its not for ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha! ;D&lt;br /&gt;still gotta get chocs on tuesday and im ready.&lt;br /&gt;but im darn afraid larh.&lt;br /&gt;like, how am i gonna give it to her?&lt;br /&gt;can i say what i want to?&lt;br /&gt;which is, "happy v day sweetheart"&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;i dnoe larh.&lt;br /&gt;juz go there and do it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;oh, hows the new blogskin arh?&lt;br /&gt;planning to put password at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;okay larh, gotta get back to the books now.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-6060007843709939488?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/6060007843709939488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=6060007843709939488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6060007843709939488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/6060007843709939488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-long-long-time-i-cried-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-196661888845528256</id><published>2007-02-10T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:48:01.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST HUG ON 09 FEB 2006!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hug took her a year okay.&lt;br /&gt;so not easy to get larh.&lt;br /&gt;how long will it take to get love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-196661888845528256?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/196661888845528256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=196661888845528256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/196661888845528256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/196661888845528256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-hug-on-09-feb-2006-one-hug-took.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-116986893537992987</id><published>2007-01-27T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:35:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Different Types Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1)If you love some one because you think that he or she is really gorgeous,then it's not love.&lt;br /&gt;It's"&lt;strong&gt;INFATUATION&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)If you love some one because you think that you shouldn't leave him or her because others think that you shouldn't,then it's not love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's"&lt;strong&gt;COMPROMISE&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3)If you love some one because you cannot leave him or her thinking that it would hurt his or her feelings,then it's not love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's"&lt;strong&gt;CHARITY&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4)If you love some one because you share every thing with him or her,then it's not love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's"&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1)If you feel the pain of the other person more than him or her even when he or she is stable and you cry for him or her,that's"&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)If you get attracted to other people but stay with him or her with out any regrets,that's"&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3)If you let him or her go knowing that he or she has to go but he or she doesn't want to,that's"&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i love you hydrogen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116986893537992987?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116986893537992987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116986893537992987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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much hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;aft sch, went to swensens ystrdae.&lt;br /&gt;hazie treated us. XD&lt;br /&gt;then went tot iong aft sch tdae.&lt;br /&gt;it was raning so heavily larh.&lt;br /&gt;and guess who smiled at me at the foyer?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hazie has got a new crush.&lt;br /&gt;and so do i.&lt;br /&gt;okay larh, its getting late.&lt;br /&gt;gotta get to bed and get sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so that i'll look my best tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;she's coming in.&lt;br /&gt;i dnoe if im happy or disturbed by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116913550333530100?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116913550333530100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116913550333530100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent blogged for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;school's been stressful.&lt;br /&gt;lack of sleep is becoming a prob i cant handle.&lt;br /&gt;and im getting used to the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking abt hydrogen for the past few hours.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant figure out a thing.&lt;br /&gt;its the minor things that she does that are the the most upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i guess its juz me.&lt;br /&gt;i make my heart stronger each time to break it once again.&lt;br /&gt;over the 2 mths, i made myself stronger.&lt;br /&gt;and in less than 2 weeks, i end up shattered.&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta go thru the tedious process once again.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, its painful.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to her, im getting numb to feelings of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;its over anw.&lt;br /&gt;i dont give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Z has been in sch for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;her same firm self.&lt;br /&gt;hair sticking out here and there.&lt;br /&gt;a clip holding her fringe back.&lt;br /&gt;the same gorgeous lips and beautiful teeth.&lt;br /&gt;the faint smile that crossed her face when she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;not even a hello.&lt;br /&gt;yet still nice.&lt;br /&gt;i can go on forever..&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i accept that i did admire her a lil.&lt;br /&gt;and i got back my notes.&lt;br /&gt;its $8 now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll throw it away soon.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's a useless chase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116862664473364743?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116862664473364743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116862664473364743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116862664473364743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116862664473364743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-love-is-mistake-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-116807897647148633</id><published>2007-01-06T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:10:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't get out of bed today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just can't seem to find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To leave this love behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ain't trippin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what I'm saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You kept me hanging on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why you make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I tried to give you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But you just gave me lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Every now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Say you want me back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you never doI feel like such a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm such a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What am I waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss you even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I can't fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The way I could before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't stop thinking of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm stuck on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now love's a broken record that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been skipping in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I keep singing yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why we've got to play these games we play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2137/356/1600/411626/yayyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2137/356/320/332173/yayyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&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%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the scars you left behind in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*HYDROGEN SULPHATE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only bonded in Chemistry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116807897647148633?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116807897647148633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116807897647148633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116807897647148633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116807897647148633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-get-out-of-bed-today-or-get-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-116772673796735179</id><published>2007-01-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:32:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so 2006 has ended.&lt;br /&gt;and so has my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;im so sad..&lt;br /&gt;school starts tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;school sucks larh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116772673796735179?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116772673796735179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116772673796735179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116772673796735179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116772673796735179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-2006-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-116678786554423326</id><published>2006-12-22T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:44:25.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tdae was spent at je lib AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;met up with hazie and her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;hazie treated me to brownie. :D&lt;br /&gt;then.. abdhullah joined us.&lt;br /&gt;didnt get much work done tdae.&lt;br /&gt;but had fun crapping larh.&lt;br /&gt;and hazie deleted one of my msg accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;my EIGHTY dear msgs is now SEVENTY-NINE.&lt;br /&gt;im super upset.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;and hydrogen juz wouldnt send me another msg.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;hydrogen, if you're reading this, can you please send me a msg?&lt;br /&gt;juz a blank msg will do.. i want eighty msgs larh..&lt;br /&gt;please hydrogen, be a sweetie and do it.&lt;br /&gt;please? im counting on you alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yes, i've never forgotten you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116678786554423326?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116678786554423326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116678786554423326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116678786554423326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116678786554423326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-tdae-was-spent-at-je-lib-again.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-116658574871301783</id><published>2006-12-20T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:35:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i completed 6 chpts of chem ystrdae.&lt;br /&gt;together with all the chem hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;im proud of myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;and im not talking to many guys nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;juz the one that i like.&lt;br /&gt;omg, did i say juz the ONE?&lt;br /&gt;not bad eh. (:&lt;br /&gt;anw, i dont think i can get any hmwk done tdae.&lt;br /&gt;coz gotta clear out my room.&lt;br /&gt;its back to the nerdy shamita once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but whether its the nerdy shamita or the cool shamita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shamita always loves her sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;msged sunshine yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no reply. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, if there are unwanted pple at my blog,&lt;br /&gt;kindly GET THE FCK OUTTA HERE.&lt;br /&gt;and im sure you guys know whether you're wanted or not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to mention names.&lt;br /&gt;and its my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'll say what i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;why do you actually bother to visit my blog?&lt;br /&gt;stay away larh.&lt;br /&gt;i stay away from your friendster and your blog too what.&lt;br /&gt;sickening assholes.&lt;br /&gt;alright then, i gotta go msg my baby to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;chaoz.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, happy shopping for xmas! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116658574871301783?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116658574871301783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116658574871301783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116658574871301783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116658574871301783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-completed-6-chpts-of-chem-ystrdae.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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-20136692.post-116642021025718957</id><published>2006-12-18T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:36:50.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im finally doing my hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;you lost your own game, bastard.&lt;br /&gt;and your gf is nothing but a cheapo and not forgetting desperate.&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;even aft she found out that you were cheating on her,&lt;br /&gt;she still accepted you back.&lt;br /&gt;something that i'll never do.&lt;br /&gt;yuck, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;why do i even bother blogging abt you shit pple man?&lt;br /&gt;its simply over.&lt;br /&gt;ive moved on.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. issit okay if i get involved with a guy younger than me?&lt;br /&gt;he's 14 dammit.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its fine..&lt;br /&gt;alright, im off to watch jaan e mann now.&lt;br /&gt;chaoz.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, guna is sucha hottie larh.&lt;br /&gt;i view his friendster profile everyday man.&lt;br /&gt;- drools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20136692-116642021025718957?l=thatlove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/feeds/116642021025718957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20136692&amp;postID=116642021025718957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116642021025718957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20136692/posts/default/116642021025718957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatlove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-finally-doing-my-hmwk.html' title=''/><author><name>shamita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978612469353543979</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>
