<?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-5244291964904795652</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:21:32.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction In Process</title><subtitle type='html'>excuse the eyesore. I'll prettify it after exams.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-7039521536629036231</id><published>2009-03-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:38:41.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED!</title><content type='html'>teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamon-dreamoff.blogspot.com/"&gt;link?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taddaaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one........in this blog -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo *muaaaaahhhhkkkzxzxzxzxz!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7039521536629036231?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7039521536629036231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7039521536629036231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7039521536629036231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7039521536629036231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/moved.html' title='MOVED!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-1140590841946590617</id><published>2009-03-14T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:24:21.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.ShutUp.I know.</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah. My blog sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that for awhile. I've realised that I don't write like i used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, this blog is FUGLLLYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I dislike fugly stuff and fugly people a.k.a people that think i'm ugly(HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;(does that mean i dislike fugly stuff that thinks i'm fugly too?! don't get it? nvm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annndd...me likey new stuff too. Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually my longest running blog, I've used it since october when I was still a teeny form 3. Shocked-ed?! YESSS!!! I don't usually hang on to something that long. Muahahaha. I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo....&lt;br /&gt;Imma dump this blog and get a new one. Ahahaahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my new blog link. Which I will post up when i have finally found the perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;*i tried "teehee" but doesn't work. T_T  *heartbroken*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1140590841946590617?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1140590841946590617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1140590841946590617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1140590841946590617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1140590841946590617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesshutupi-know.html' title='Yes.ShutUp.I know.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-1072824630736972953</id><published>2009-03-13T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:06:13.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead and gone;</title><content type='html'>yeah, thats a song by Justin Timberlake and T.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naish song. Very naish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, excuse my emo-ness yesterday. Wasn't caused by someone, more of a something like exam marks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't ask. I'm not even gonna tell my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma lie and lieand imma burn and burn them papers, except for mod maths and physics, which are also quite mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;hols-leh-lu-jah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1072824630736972953?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1072824630736972953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1072824630736972953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1072824630736972953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1072824630736972953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-and-gone.html' title='dead and gone;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3634730228411328789</id><published>2009-03-12T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:24:17.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 second of sunshine, 59 seconds of gloom.</title><content type='html'>Boo for today! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2dae sux lyk shiat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected maybe a little too much, i shouldn't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;Expected a glance, got a glance over(meaning when you think he/she is staring at you but he/she is actually staring at the person behind you).&lt;br /&gt;Expected more, got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Disappoint, Disappointing, Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Regret, regreting, regretful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you know wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;fuck you and good bye!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eat shit you hot but idiotic monkey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*toot* you!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** i don't care if this is hard to understand, if its hard to understand, its probably not your place to criticize it, biatches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pardon my bad mood, me sowee*acts cute and innocent*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3634730228411328789?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3634730228411328789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3634730228411328789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3634730228411328789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3634730228411328789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-second-of-sunshine-59-seconds-of.html' title='1 second of sunshine, 59 seconds of gloom.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-2882225092702755231</id><published>2009-03-11T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:32:57.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're hot then you're cold;</title><content type='html'>Boys Over Flowers! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;Luvvvvssss it like how &lt;s&gt;a fat kid&lt;/s&gt; shuennie loves candy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! SPM results are out tomorrow. Good luck to the ex-form fives. The ones that i'm close to, the ones that i recognise, and the rest that i don't really care about but still decided to care for just for today. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this year's form five:&lt;br /&gt;YES! IT'S HAPPENING! In 8 months we're gonna sit for SPM and a year from now, our results are coming out too! Like, FTW! Spoil mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out today &lt;s&gt;happy seriously happy, super happy,&lt;/s&gt; euphoric like floating on a cloud but then ended up being pissed most probably cos was tired from counting koperasi's smelly, dusty, dirty stock, and also because zen zen's depression was kind of contagious. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats all. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-2882225092702755231?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2882225092702755231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=2882225092702755231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2882225092702755231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2882225092702755231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-hot-then-youre-cold.html' title='you&apos;re hot then you&apos;re cold;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4695437414157185635</id><published>2009-03-10T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:08:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the ones that don't fly away after i've repeatedly swatted them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that thought my swatting was a friendly gesture perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a sign that food is coming your way?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'd have to be a fool not to know that when i say flies, i'm not talking about the real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the mood to kill, FLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;*piiaaakk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-4695437414157185635?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4695437414157185635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4695437414157185635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4695437414157185635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4695437414157185635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7343172927945694922</id><published>2009-03-04T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:38:17.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like, roar!</title><content type='html'>8 subjects down, 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a conversation between &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my alter ego&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How's your Exam results? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Most probably failing. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How can I smile? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Because whats the use of being so depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why am I not depressed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoooolllliiiiddddaaaayyyssss are COMING!!!11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are you looking forward to the holidays? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Like, DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh? why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wanna sleep la, byotch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ugh. Lazy Girl! Whats there to do during the holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Welll... other than sleeping. We could like, go to hon yu's house to barbeque... and nikki's house... ehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU?! Barbeque! HAH! Get ready for burgacides!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What burgacide????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Burgacide happens when you grill the burger patties to long, it decides to jump into its coal-ey death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oooh, icic. Kewllzxzxzxzx!!! Then i'll be a burgerder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Burgerder means a person that murders burgers. Ahahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*slaps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ahh!!!!!! What was that for?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOR BEING AN IDIOT, FOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*cries in a corner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how my alter ego murdered itself. &lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;chocstacy.&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/5244291964904795652-7343172927945694922?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7343172927945694922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7343172927945694922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7343172927945694922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7343172927945694922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-roar.html' title='like, roar!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8847038168479420883</id><published>2009-03-03T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:07:12.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kidnap my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;take me with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;make my dreams come true~&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i like burple! you gotta fucking problem with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Excuse the bad opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another version of 7 things i hate about you, or more suitably, MY VERSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i hate about you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1)that i spent 3 fucking months on you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2)that you never look my way * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3)that you came back&lt;/span&gt; * &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4) that the feeling still feels like its there&lt;/span&gt; * &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5)that you still look so hot! *sizzle* * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;6) that this means i haven't got over you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and the 7th thing i hate most about you...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;youmakemeloveyou&lt;/s&gt;(lol. plagarising Frowney Cyrus.) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is that you don't realise that i'm right in front of you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OPEN YOUR EYES GODDAMIT!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;calmm.... calllmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will fix my background sometime. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5244291964904795652-8847038168479420883?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8847038168479420883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8847038168479420883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8847038168479420883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8847038168479420883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-things.html' title='7 things;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-2839434991534355731</id><published>2009-02-27T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:34:53.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when twins came into the world;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is &lt;s&gt;probably&lt;/s&gt; a super special day, for all the people below lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the 3 leng lui's and erh... a leng zhai (lol):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307480191830300754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Saf1HT53mFI/AAAAAAAAARU/_V3FH5CflkE/s400/tin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;meitin (neh, the so po licking the strawbie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307480194181870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Saf1HcqhsmI/AAAAAAAAARc/aQXyzhgZce8/s400/wan" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meiwan( find so long oni found this pic, the most prettiest and mature pic XD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307480194994974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Saf1HfsYr8I/AAAAAAAAARk/zLHmWnAMUZc/s400/shasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sha sha! (cannot find any except for this :s, but still leng lui XD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307480197807678962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Saf1HqK_JfI/AAAAAAAAARs/AI7-vL-QFzQ/s400/jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gay&lt;/s&gt;Jay lou. (quite hiao...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU GUYS LOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tin&lt;/span&gt;: stay happy... cos you know, since you can always make me smile, i will also force a smile on your face if you don't! XD If you're feeling tulan-ted you can always punch the sei yan evil look lah. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;: happi birthday gurl. you already perfect so don't worry bout things or wrinkles will appear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sha sha&lt;/span&gt;: jeng soh po! why never go tuition! People plan till so perfect edi! Nola, i know ur mom car broke down. So happy bday la my dear sha shaa!! Next time must buy cake and surprise 'him' also, kay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jay shen&lt;/span&gt;: -_- tak ada barang nak cakap, selain daripada, happi birthday dan grow taller!! you still got 3 years!! Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS: B'day wishes go out to sha sha and js's dad plus marion ong. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;inoeitskindalate,buthappibirthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-2839434991534355731?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2839434991534355731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=2839434991534355731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2839434991534355731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2839434991534355731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-when-twins-came-into-world.html' title='the day when twins came into the world;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/Saf1HT53mFI/AAAAAAAAARU/_V3FH5CflkE/s72-c/tin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-7290271127542980039</id><published>2009-02-15T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:52:36.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stalk blogs.</title><content type='html'>This is sadly, a true confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I DO stalk peoples blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a blog-stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog-stalk almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i stalk lots of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct definition of blog stalking would be; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;excessively visiting that persons blog, without leaving comments on their chatboxes, and just run away having the thrill of looking into some strangers life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that MY opinion. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've pondered for a long time whether to make this public. I think the reason I won't admit it is because it seems so foolish and its sooo bloody embarrasing to even say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even told my friends yet. Not even my closest of the closest friends. Nobody knows except for me and "that specific someone". Since I can't bear to say it out loud. I'm just gonna blog about it and HOPE that you guys read my blog and will forgive me for keeping this secret for so long. I'm sorry. I truly am. You guys deserve to know first. It's not easy for me to keep it to. So imma just say it out; RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My status is no longer Single, &lt;s&gt;and looking&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;currently, dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "someone", "someone" thats so so soooo special to me. I love that "someone" so so SOOOOooOOo much. That "someone" is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I hope you'll really like that "someone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That "someone" has made my life so happy. And I've known that someone for my entire life. But Its just lately that I found out that that "someone" is really important to me and I couldn't live without "that someone". I think this relationship is gonna last very long. And I think you'll think I'm very selfish and whatever but &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really REALLY love that "someone"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The thing is, YOU KNOW THIS PERSON. I've been dropping real subtle hints for you guys too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dunnoe?! Alright. I think I'll come clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I In Love With.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MYSELF.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*proceeds to french myself* &lt;em&gt;eughh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me sad. Whatever. As long as i'm not cutting myself up for losing the love of my life. I love myself and I won't ditch myself. Plus, I get to flirt with other people when i'm with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*childish*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Hope you guys love this valentines day joke/parody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;ilovemyself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7290271127542980039?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7290271127542980039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7290271127542980039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7290271127542980039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7290271127542980039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-stalk-blogs.html' title='i stalk blogs.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-5059587411352931303</id><published>2009-02-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:02:29.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep me in your memory</title><content type='html'>To all the people who are so totally in the mood for love today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people who are in no mood for love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, don't so moodless. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I Lub Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lah okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent today, probably one of the MOST romantic day (for some), cooped up in the music room. Marching out in the hot sun. etc. Spent the night, ALSO WITH BAND, at the Gong Xi Fa Chai event in MBPJ Civic Hall. The event was quite fun. But I wish I was one of the spectators instead of the performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw real cows, btw. Ahaha. Jakun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love you all. Since I don't have that specific someone to spread my love to, I'll just spread it to anyone I "rike". Okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 10 hour seminar tomorrow at UM. too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iminnomoodforlove~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-5059587411352931303?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5059587411352931303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5059587411352931303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5059587411352931303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5059587411352931303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-me-in-your-memory.html' title='keep me in your memory'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3205685706477159335</id><published>2009-02-10T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:40:26.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love or hate.</title><content type='html'>Again! I've been reading articles from yahoo.com/msn.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's hot article, in my world of course, would be --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 Things Guys Say They Hate About Women But Secretly Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blond Ambition;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning like when a girl works late, and the guy looks all pissed off. He actually loves how she's so MOTIVATED. And, only real guys like girls that are independent. (&lt;s&gt;read&lt;/s&gt;listen, Miss Independent by Ne-Yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Manja Girls;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. You just can't stand it when your girlfriend starts getting all pissed cos you forgot about her when ur playing PSP or whatnot. And she goes all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"hmph! duwan to choi you anymore!"&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Guys don't like it, they LOVE it. They love how a girl "teh's" like a manja puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Like they say: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"It's a secret PLEASURE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Eugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tabloid Reader;&lt;br /&gt;So what?! Girls like to gossip, and when there's nothing to do. We LISTEN to gossip. Eventhough on the surface, guys absolutely despise gf's reading all this Brangelina crap. They secretly love it coz it's good company when you're making the big numero 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why Women;&lt;br /&gt;Guys hate girls who ask too much questions. Well, i'm a girl and I don't like people who ask too much questions. So, well, in general, people don't like people asking TOO much questions. But when your girl doesn't ask you anything, you'd probably feel weirded out, and probably be wondering why she's so quiet. OMG. Is she dumb(cannot talk la dummy!)?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Garbageman;&lt;br /&gt;As in she constantly asks you to do chores around. Like, RAWRR! Chores are for WOMEN! REAL MEN don't do choreeess. *beats his big ol' hairy monkey chest*&lt;br /&gt;Blah. But they secretly feel like the true male if she's incapable to like, screw in a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say but, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Daily Planner;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying to be around someone thats so well-planned. Like, give time a break! RELAX! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Let it go with tha flo' woman!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But hey, if she doesn't plan all the dinner dates, you're gonna have to plan all of 'em. Ladies like these suit lazy bumms. But, you gotta put in more effort to impress her first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sorry, mom;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. The stereotypical mom look-a-like. If you can't stand nagging mom's. You, probably can't stand nagging women too. But hey, there's gotta be a bright side to that mommy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;True fact though, that guys like girl who resemble their mom.&lt;br /&gt;Also another creepy fact, young boys usually have &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crushes&lt;/span&gt; on their moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last, but not least;&lt;br /&gt;8. Girlfriend;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, its tuesday night and she's pulling you off to watch Grey's Anatomy. Like, REAL MEN don't watch shows where doctors like to fall in love with random collegue's! Alright, maybe i'm not saying the main point here but, you do find yourself wondering if Meredith and Derek's gonna EVER go steady right?! And that, is you &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;secret guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in reference to Glamour Mag at glamour.com&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went to Kiara Park to do our Kerja Amal. Saw a monkey! Saw someone's LOVER BOiiii!! Oh, and saw turtle too. One of the turtles was a real camwhore. Ahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;All sticky and smelly right now. Alright, tata. Off to shower, AGAIN. And off to bm tuition. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;17 and counting. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;howlongwillthislast.&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/5244291964904795652-3205685706477159335?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3205685706477159335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3205685706477159335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3205685706477159335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3205685706477159335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-or-hate.html' title='love or hate.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3396823529675627688</id><published>2009-02-08T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:46:32.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 ways to break up with your boyfriend, NICELY.</title><content type='html'>Read that article today on msn.&lt;br /&gt;4 ways to break up with your boyfriend nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I do read the articles they have on msn.com.&lt;br /&gt;Only when its interesting lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the article started off with some poor girl, obviously to nice to cruelly dump her boyfriend, complaining/whining about how she doesn't know how to do it, NICELY though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First off, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go somewhere private together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like your apartment or his house. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(There's nothing worse than getting dumped in a restaurant, while you try to hide your teary eyes behind your water glass!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [lol. funny much.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be kind and straightforward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tell him that he's an amazing guy, but you don't feel the same connection anymore. My mom always says that no one can fault you for just being honest. Stick to your gut and be compassionate and strong, even if he cries, gets angry or asks you to reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Focus on the big picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tell him the general reasons why you can't be together&lt;/span&gt;, but spare him the gory details--like, he embarrasses you in front of your friends, his jokes are always cheesy, or (the real zinger) you're not attracted to him anymore. He doesn't need to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;end it for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Try not to call him, even if you're feeling lonely.&lt;/span&gt; Try not to email him. Take him off your facebook friend list. And definitely try not to hook up with him. It's impossible to get over someone if you're still seeing them all the time. Even if you want to be friends someday, you need a break. So cut off contact and stay strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hor, writing this article a few weeks before valentines day is not a very nice thing to do lor. Give people idea's only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after reading it. I decided to write my own cacated version.&lt;br /&gt;Make way, people, for........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 ways to break up with your boyfriend cruelly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Dump him in the public. Screaming loudly about all his flaws and how he's a bad kisser, and bad in bed and, OMGWTFBBQ SMELLS BAD. Then proceed to stab him with a fork(if in restaurant), key(if standing on roadside) or pencil(if he disturbs you at work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Be &lt;s&gt;kind and&lt;/s&gt; STRAIGHTFORWARD. Be HONEST. And CRY LIKE A BITCH if he tries to ask you to reconsider, while following step 1. Preferably in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Scrutinize on ALLLL the little things he does wrong. And when he tries to bring up good memories, like that teddy bear he gives you, or the your first kiss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he brings out...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THE TEDDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*dramatic music*&lt;br /&gt;Throw the teddy on the floor, and step on it ,preferably with heels, and kick it to a side of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he brings up &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;your first kiss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snatch the first guy you see, the uglier the better, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; him like your life depended on it, and then smirk at ex with biatchy face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Be &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;. Ignore him. Start dating other guys behind his back. And if one day, you pass by on the road, and he says hi, just say: uh...who are you?! *looks at guy suspiciously*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can say that the last one was the mostt passive one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Personally, i think that the 4 ways above was WAY too cruel and i'll probably wouldn't even try it. I PROMISE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Warning though, if you'd like to try those, be ready to face the consequences of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the vengeful ex-boyfriend.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *dramatic music again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, those are for the dumper girls. For the dumpee's, muahahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, like my new layout. It's just for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;valentines&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things i'll be doing on valentines, instead of going out with the love of my life(which has yet to make his dashing appearance) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Pancaragam-ing in the morning and at the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Sleep in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Sob underneath covers of bed coz this is my 17th year of singledom. (yes. shut up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;piaaakk*mosquito~XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3396823529675627688?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3396823529675627688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3396823529675627688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3396823529675627688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3396823529675627688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-ways-to-break-up-with-your-boyfriend.html' title='4 ways to break up with your boyfriend, NICELY.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-5580482059160080650</id><published>2009-02-06T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:53:25.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do not stand at my grave and weep;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there, I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a thousand winds that blow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the softly falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle showers of rain,&lt;br /&gt;I am the fields of ripening grain.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the morning hush,&lt;br /&gt;I am in the graceful rush&lt;br /&gt;Of beautiful birds in circling flight,&lt;br /&gt;I am the starshine of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the flowers that bloom,&lt;br /&gt;I am in a quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the birds that sing,&lt;br /&gt;I am in each lovely thing.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there. I do not die. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mary Elizabeth Frye-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-5580482059160080650?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5580482059160080650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5580482059160080650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5580482059160080650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5580482059160080650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep.html' title='do not stand at my grave and weep;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8940176827109744927</id><published>2009-02-05T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:46:08.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me w&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're so hard to fo&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;rget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't rem&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ind me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; ov&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;er it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its been a tiring week, i guess its coz there was a one week holiday before this. And then the busy life continues. I don't even have time for me, myself and &lt;em&gt;saya&lt;/em&gt; wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeala, call me selfish. I am, and always will be. teehee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's thursday so we usually stay back for co-curriculum activities and even though i joined badminton i decided to play futsal with yean and tin they all cos they lacking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i gotta say though....... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SUCKED-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was still fun lor. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;diamonds&lt;/s&gt;homework is my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8940176827109744927?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8940176827109744927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8940176827109744927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8940176827109744927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8940176827109744927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-w-hy-youre-so-hard-to-fo-rget.html' title=''/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4959914730651418849</id><published>2009-01-31T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:38:58.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm not &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; i'm just a lil' unwell.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, have seriously, given up, on writing long LOOOONNNGG posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to, someone or &lt;em&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/em&gt; stops me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Jo, Ming and Shuennie's house yesterday to bai nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to ou to...&lt;br /&gt;watch a movie--&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;InkHeart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat dinner---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eat ice cream from---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BURGER KING&lt;/span&gt;(wtfbbq?!)&lt;br /&gt;walked towards the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;rainforest&lt;/span&gt;(ou's indoor "rainforest" lahh, nearby the playground) there and saw DAMN LOT of couples,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; S-M-O-O-C-H-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhahahahahah... There we were 5 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people, giggling while we peek at couples kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some weird stroke or something last night.&lt;br /&gt;My cramps were killing me and I was shivering non stop under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;So, there i was curled up in a ball, shivering, screaming on the inside because of the excruciating pain the cramps were giving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning to some mad people having a lion dance, with firecrackers that sounded like World War 3. Sigh. And I had no appetite at all in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.am.so.exhausted.&lt;em&gt;criess.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;unwell.&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/5244291964904795652-4959914730651418849?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4959914730651418849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4959914730651418849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4959914730651418849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4959914730651418849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/unwell.html' title='unwell.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7348404830385857960</id><published>2009-01-25T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:02:57.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stewpid cows.</title><content type='html'>Neh. There's the vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;- Jason Mraz feat Colbie &lt;s&gt;Calliat&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt; Chialat&lt;/s&gt; Caillat(i think?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAZhTHPgIZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAZhTHPgIZI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask you guys to watch you all will sure say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;, but then later never watch wan. Wanna bash up you guys edi. Stewpid moo moo cows.(yeah, using cow's for everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its not the real music video but it has lyrics so you guys can sing too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, have a happy chinese moo year.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 moo's. (ahhaak... tak tau malu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7348404830385857960?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7348404830385857960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7348404830385857960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7348404830385857960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7348404830385857960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/stewpid-cows.html' title='stewpid cows.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7523072817671344878</id><published>2009-01-23T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:43:38.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Season</title><content type='html'>The "Red Season" is coming up. Children are rejoicing coz the moolah's(lol. punny) are coming their way and the parents are just effing pissed cos they don't get to get any moolah's anymore, instead they have to give out mooolah like some blardy ATM machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY for me, is like a season of mixed e'moo'-tions lor. (Lol, gotta stop doing lame puns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY for me can be real unhappy. Last year's CNY wasn't that good cos i had just 'moo'ved and most things were in a real crappy mess, including my already mixed up emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it SUCKS when you have to live 3 years without ang pau's from part of your family. &lt;em&gt;FTW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They betta' gimme this year !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think CNY is a time for new changes. Just look back at the year before and think about what you didn't like. Then if you wanna change the way it is. This is the best time to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a time for new startings and endings of things that you know will never last.&lt;br /&gt;(oh! BoO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, its an ending. But everytime i throw it away it keeps &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bouncing back&lt;/span&gt; to me. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SXne4Fed4yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6yQcoOpXFig/s1600-h/2725806094_187671aaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294507892074734370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SXne4Fed4yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6yQcoOpXFig/s400/2725806094_187671aaac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been getting enough sleep for the past week. the teachers are NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;Stewpid kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SXne4MlKCBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gCU1_bgwaNQ/s1600-h/sleepy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294507893981841426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SXne4MlKCBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gCU1_bgwaNQ/s400/sleepy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, just as if I haven't hinted enough, here's a photo i drew for my lil bro who's also a lil' moo moo. He didn't really care for it so its MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SXne37aV20I/AAAAAAAAAQg/LND_ABqyggw/s1600-h/drawing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294507889373076290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SXne37aV20I/AAAAAAAAAQg/LND_ABqyggw/s400/drawing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;About You Now&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Miranda Cosgrove&lt;/span&gt; or(not feat) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sugababes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;justwhenyouwereabouttofly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ipulledyouback&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'msorry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7523072817671344878?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7523072817671344878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7523072817671344878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7523072817671344878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7523072817671344878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-season.html' title='Red Season'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SXne4Fed4yI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6yQcoOpXFig/s72-c/2725806094_187671aaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-6961941642122173355</id><published>2009-01-19T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:42:28.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>romeo, save me.</title><content type='html'>Romeo and Juliet, a play written by William Shakespear is like bloody famous and everybody's using Romeo and Juliet's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tragic lurve story&lt;/span&gt; to portray &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;undying lurve&lt;/span&gt;. So anyway, since the only thing on my mind now is &lt;s&gt;valentine's day&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;romeo and juliet,&lt;/span&gt; i shall just bore you guys with stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;quotes from romeo and juliet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 2.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: &lt;em&gt;"Mannn, i wish i was that &lt;s&gt;condom(sorry,mymindisjusttwisted)&lt;/s&gt; weird thing she's wearing on her hand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 1.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: &lt;em&gt;Hubba hubba! She's a fox! I think i'm in LOVE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;Deny thy father and refuse thy name.&lt;br /&gt;Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll no longer be a Capulet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 2.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: &lt;em&gt;Romeo, ohh, romeo. Where the hell have you been?! Screw off your goddamn father and crappy family and stay with me, LOVE ME! But if you won't , &lt;s&gt;then screw YOU!&lt;/s&gt; forget about US! i'll just marry that other hot guy there. *points to random hot guy* *proceeds to act all pitiful*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"O my love, my wife!&lt;br /&gt;Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath&lt;br /&gt;Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 5.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: &lt;em&gt;Ohh, my one and only true LURVVEE. *sobs like mad* You're DEADDD!!! And even though I can't kiss your sweet lips anymore, since you're, like, a CORPSE. *&lt;strong&gt;eww-eth&lt;/strong&gt;(read: ye olde language for "ewww")*(i won't even TRY!) but you still look so friggin GORGEOUS! Rawrr!! *gets all &lt;s&gt;horny&lt;/s&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;eww-eth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* mann, i'm so wu liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6961941642122173355?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6961941642122173355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6961941642122173355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6961941642122173355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6961941642122173355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/romeo-save-me.html' title='romeo, save me.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-693646978321092988</id><published>2009-01-16T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:15:11.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it ends...tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Many thanks to those that are going to the concert tomorrow to support us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess, many thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more about it after the concert, cos i'm like bloody tired out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i left home at 7am and reached home at 10pm. thats...15 hours of not being at home, not resting... Yadaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;hee ching, OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-693646978321092988?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/693646978321092988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=693646978321092988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/693646978321092988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/693646978321092988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-endstomorrow.html' title='it ends...tomorrow.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3977309944812554003</id><published>2009-01-15T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:41:31.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're so gayyyy!!</title><content type='html'>I hate the way some people change the topic to cover up &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; incompetence as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear from your damn mouth is bullshit trying to put the blame on me. I've gotta say &lt;em&gt;I was wrong&lt;/em&gt;, but then did you have to relate my &lt;strong&gt;inability&lt;/strong&gt;(which had N-O-T-H-I-N-G, read: NOTHING, to do with me being absent or present)to understand what "blarrr" language that comes out of your frigging mouth and push the blame to me for not going?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of a SICK gay philosophy is that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry god, for I have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was provoked, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;that S.O.B that has not learned,&lt;br /&gt;that hell hath no fury like a women &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SCORNED&lt;/span&gt;! (shut up! I can't rhyme well. eff off if you gotta problem with that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to insert the last phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED! (if you read literature, it actually means: No one is angrier than a woman who has been &lt;s&gt;rejected in love&lt;/s&gt; discriminated by a fat dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something like that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;iwannabreakyourfingersoff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3977309944812554003?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3977309944812554003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3977309944812554003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3977309944812554003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3977309944812554003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-so-gayyyy.html' title='you&apos;re so gayyyy!!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3698490538070821489</id><published>2009-01-08T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:01:22.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pooped.</title><content type='html'>Probably should write this tomorrow instead but since I'm &lt;s&gt;soooo free&lt;/s&gt;(yeah right) trying to release some stress nao. I decided that I should just blog about the 1st week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way! It's thursday already. The forth day of school. But these four days were very veRY VERY long to me. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alright, kinda excited for the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kinda tired since its the first time I woke up so early for the past two months. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reached school at approx. 7.15am liddat. The front gate is like effing jam. Momentarily thought came to my mind: Stupid kids and parents. **by kids I mean the form 1's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to the assembly place and it seemed kinda weird that i don't see the form fives anymore(oh, what am I talking about, WE'RE the form fives!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saw crazy form 1's from the same pri school reunting with the X's and the O's and "stupid kids." passed my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sung Negara-Ku&lt;s&gt;ku&lt;/s&gt;, "The King's Feet is so Mulia" a.k.a Duli yang Maha Mulia*, and the school anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a random fact for you guys: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duli&lt;/strong&gt; means the king's feet, and since we're soooo beneath him, we worship his feet, apparently&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Listen to the new rules, and the new system: Apparently, we're using demerit system nao. Ooooo. I've still got my 100points, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paid attention when they were showing this year's Dicipline teacher's. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went back to class and start off by snatching our places. Our old place(THE best place) were snatched away. =( So we sat right at the back of the class, where we have a larger view-point. Yes people, that means we can see whateeevver you do. So, be careful when you're scratching your ass or picking your nose. We see eeevvverrrythingggg!!!*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our form teacher is also our bio teacher a.k.a cik haslinda -- D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paid the total fee's of: rm 1.50 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Started class, had some really great teachers, inc. Pn./Datin Tan Kok Suan -- chem teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had Chem and Add Maths HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went back home and started doing my hw. Oooh, so rajin leh! (hot hot chicken shit nia lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tried to wrap my books, only successfully wrapped 3 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Started our first class of Form 5 Add Maths tuition -- Pn Tan(she asked me to come earlier next time. Boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New student inc. Joey a.k.a Joelle, Celia(she didn't come coz she was sick) a.k.a Cecilia, and Angela a.k.a .... umm... Angela?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went home all tired out. Boo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oi oixzxzxzxzxzxzxxxzxzx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can't really remember anything much but we had LOTS of hw today.&lt;br /&gt;- Went for my first English tuition. FTW. The teacher is blurness much.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to see our bio tuition teach. Got experiment tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Started our first chem experiment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Started out real slow but ended up we succeeded. Yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;3's bubbles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Started our first bio experiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Spilled red ink juice on Yi Qing's book. OMFG! SORRY!!!!1!!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Did peka's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Had pn. gan for mod maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Went for library duty, siented. --&gt; Serena and Wan Ting =&gt; pancaragam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Learnt peribahasa from Wei Mae =&gt; hangat hangat tahi ayam ---translated into----&gt; hot hot chicken shit. LOL to the MAXXXX!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Got home, and prepared for BM tuition. Sighed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went to BM tuition and it was PACKED TO THE MAX! gmoftwqbb!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288856373120024978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWXK2YvhQZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p0Xc4mB-zZo/s400/omgwtfbbq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;-Came home, had dinner, and off to BC tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scary incident when the old lady appeared at the window. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Came home all tired out but tried to finish my Add Maths hw. Rajin leh me. (I swear its hot hot chicken shit!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Oi oi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Went to school in pinafore. Rareness, the sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ended up talking at most of our classes. inc. Add Maths while Pn. Tan ST(dicipline teach.) was teaching. Lol, demerits much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Talked about drunkards and laughed at "piaaang's" erhem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Physics book come liao, omfg!!! Everyone go and chiong books. I felt lazy siao, ma let them chiong first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Suddenly YL screamed to MT: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your wan is over here!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Look, mei tin running leh!! and chiong both "cool cool"zai's phy. textbk and practical. hang fook-nessss leh her!! Where's MINE?!?!? Lol. Gave up, took one leng zhai's practical book. Saw another used textbook, flipped to the last page, Xxxxxx Xxx, throws away, thinks "not leng chai!!" &lt;s&gt;Yes, people. We were chionging text books today cos of leng chai's!!&lt;/s&gt; Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Talked much. Heard ming ming's presentation about yean yean. Funny much, though quite mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-School end. Went pancaragam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Played for first hour. Stoned for the next. Heard teacher say he was gonna bring us alto horns. Thought to myself: &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!qbbftwgmo &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How I suppose to play woh! My note reading &lt;em&gt;oh-lay-dee suxxx lyke shiat!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Tulan-ted for the rest of the time, while trying to play the broken french horn.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I got play wan okay! Just not that loud cos I scared I blow wrong sound and everyone laugh at me!!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Waited for dad for an hour coz they let us out early. Talked to ming ming the whole time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Came home, tore off clothes, put on clothes, and blorrggg!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TADAAAAAAHHH!!!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long days, loooong loooooooong days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;tired siao~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3698490538070821489?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3698490538070821489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3698490538070821489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3698490538070821489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3698490538070821489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-pooped.html' title='I&apos;m pooped.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWXK2YvhQZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p0Xc4mB-zZo/s72-c/omgwtfbbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-2749981700572388443</id><published>2009-01-05T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:44:32.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-emm-eff-jee!!</title><content type='html'>Ooh, guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back to school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I just changed the header, ftw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I reopened my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETHINGGG....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruined my mood for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, maybe I shouldn't keep holding on to the past....&lt;br /&gt;and... it's not like anything really happened anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only player in this game was me and me alone, there weren't any extra players in there. But I just had to pretend that I'm playing against another to not feel like such a doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's time to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stop pretending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Stop pretending that i'm sooo &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; when i'm so obviously &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Stop pretending like a drama queen cos there's no reason to. (lol, quite ironic tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Stop pretending that this song fits what i'm going through now when it truly isn't what is really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; this stupid &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;in&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;uati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugghhh... I need to go to &lt;em&gt;rehab&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, i'm listening to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rehab by Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; naoo.(not the Rehab by Amy &lt;s&gt;Whine&lt;/s&gt;house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;iloveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ihateu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-2749981700572388443?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2749981700572388443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=2749981700572388443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2749981700572388443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2749981700572388443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-emm-eff-jee.html' title='Oh-emm-eff-jee!!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7541648940471863867</id><published>2009-01-03T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:12:05.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Long Post</title><content type='html'>Before I start, I should warn you that this, is gonna be a DAMN LONG POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll probably highlight the important parts and if you're one of those lazy readers just read the coloured words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my blog is sooooo &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;user friendly&lt;/span&gt;. *bangga... XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Malacca Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't really say much since all that needs to be said can be found in &lt;a href="http://lingtheblur.blogspot.com/"&gt;YiLing's&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://memoriestwirlinginecstasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara's&lt;/a&gt; blogg. Might as well fly there and read loh, hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few extra things that happen ah...&lt;br /&gt;1. We took damn lot of piccies at the wide football field in front/by the side of Mahkota Parade Mall. Bahahaahah. We did JUMP SHOTS!! **refer to YL or Sara's blog. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piccies ahh....&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Mostly oso the same wan lah. So probably won't blog much about this, YET, i think. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next thing on the list would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2. Xmas?? &lt;/span&gt;(bah. nothing happened. it ended up one of the worst days of all others. Pleh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... NEXT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3. Mei mei Tin tin's Xmas PAaaAaaaAAaarrrrteeeehHHHH!1!!1!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Piccies....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333405958419010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhuB81MkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_N-DU-RRcXg/s400/Picture+363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tsk. tsk. miss empty acting like a supposedly dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;Spot SY no. 2 on the left side. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhta8n4zI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WyTNBw0HUF0/s1600-h/Picture+362.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333395488564018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhta8n4zI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WyTNBw0HUF0/s400/Picture+362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cy &lt;3's/&lt;3-ed&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhsx1XiUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LnJznH4DCk0/s1600-h/Picture+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333384452278594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhsx1XiUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LnJznH4DCk0/s400/Picture+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; My eyes are getting reaaaall small!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the cat's eyes are Scaaaarrrrr-eeeeyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Spot Yi Min on the left. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhs24fB7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/e_vSuK5VI1k/s1600-h/Picture+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333385807529906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhs24fB7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/e_vSuK5VI1k/s400/Picture+356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decent/Indecent photo of us/me?! Shut up!! I know!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Is that Felicia*cough*300&lt;s&gt;billion&lt;/s&gt;ringgitwinnercongrats*cough* behind there?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhsirlT8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/OtKuyIIRnSc/s1600-h/Picture+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287333380384706498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhsirlT8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/OtKuyIIRnSc/s400/Picture+355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; All smiles. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Ooh! My hair looks a lil' brown. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Koperasi Duty?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for Koperasi today. Started off by sorting the damn track pants. It's a bloody mess!!! And kind of dusty too. Eeeeeyerrr!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then had to face these 2 parents with their child who just can't stop staying in the Koperasi and asking us for the unwritten rules of the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bla blaa... &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's gonna be a tough world, lady, but you gotta let him go.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywayyy... Went to CP after that to have lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*special thanks to &lt;em&gt;David &lt;/em&gt;the&lt;em&gt; Sia&lt;/em&gt; for bringing the whole lot of us to &lt;s&gt;midvalley&lt;/s&gt; centrepoint. XD Much, much appreciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;McDonalds!! [&lt;em&gt;"badaa daa daa daaaaa.... i'm lovin' it." Lol. Old story. Now is, "i like to move it, move it!!"&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i had them chicken mcnuggets with mcsweetn'sour sauce.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we lepak-ed around CP. Apparently Baskin Robbin's having 31% sale that day oso, despite being the eve of new year's eve. Bah! Didn't buy anything but shuennie bought 2 pints (read: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pie-nnnn-tehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lol.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, before that we bought one of the most scandalous movie's ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since, HY a.k.a movieguru a.k.a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;personthatalwaysseemstohavewatchedthemovieassoonasitgoesonthescreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haven't watched it yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WE(&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;shuen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;HY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yrs truly&lt;/span&gt;) decided to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*tooot* and the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " &lt;em&gt;Lol. PG13 lah can?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets sayy.... this movie watching experience is very....&lt;strong&gt;informative&lt;/strong&gt;.... and... &lt;strong&gt;straightforward&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*awkward-ness*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. New Year's Eve Countdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll let the pics do the talking. But there's only like... 3?! I'll get more from HY's PDA phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287344579973110658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBr4cZiW4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/hX3jprZGx4s/s400/Picture+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HY the mad dog and Yrs truly...laughing like mad dogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287344574572484466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBr4IR7V3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ftDo3fmUC44/s400/Picture+373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Yeeeaaaaaannn!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287344572922771474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBr4CImuBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KJpar2i2ovQ/s400/Picture+351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmhm. Damn right shuennie's the luckiest girl that day!!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anddd....there's&lt;br /&gt;6. Back to school(tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gonna be a tough year, good luck y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo lorr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;perfectionistiamnot,ithink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7541648940471863867?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7541648940471863867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7541648940471863867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7541648940471863867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7541648940471863867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-long-post.html' title='One Long Post'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SWBhuB81MkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_N-DU-RRcXg/s72-c/Picture+363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-3527736903148189933</id><published>2009-01-03T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:04:08.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must.Change.Layout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*space*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3527736903148189933?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3527736903148189933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3527736903148189933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3527736903148189933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3527736903148189933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/mustchangelayout.html' title='Must.Change.Layout.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-577918563174349840</id><published>2008-12-23T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:09:27.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little drummer boy. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Merry X'mas Eve to all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hopefully, i've been in the "nice" list this year and santa will grant me my wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;super-uber-hot-male-model-esque-&lt;strong&gt;slave-for-life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; man, i'm such a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Merry X'mas all! Have a great new year! Oh, and the best of the remaining of your holidays. *evil smirk* &lt;s&gt;I just had to remind you guys.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283263386007238450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SVHsDsHJ9zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iyOizuF0rRc/s400/xmas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;santaclausisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;min&lt;/span&gt;'totowwwnnn!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-577918563174349840?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/577918563174349840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=577918563174349840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/577918563174349840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/577918563174349840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-drummer-boy-xd.html' title='the little drummer boy. xD'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SVHsDsHJ9zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iyOizuF0rRc/s72-c/xmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-6308165247875977351</id><published>2008-12-18T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:23:39.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta taaa...</title><content type='html'>18/12/08&lt;br /&gt; It's the day before the Melaka trip. So i guess i'm here to say tata to you guys. I'll be away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that long. Just 3 Days 2 Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog when I come back. Ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please refer to the post before for updates. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;=))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm just gonna fake a smile cos when i frown, you're really DEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6308165247875977351?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6308165247875977351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6308165247875977351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6308165247875977351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6308165247875977351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ta-taaa.html' title='Ta taaa...'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-5874718005160577861</id><published>2008-12-14T05:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:37:25.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.L.A.C.K.M.A.I.L</title><content type='html'>You wanna backstab me, fine. You wanna laugh at me, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, never, NEVER EVER, try to &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;blackmail &lt;/span&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people that even tried to blackmail me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll remember you FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're sitting there and gloating that you'll be remembered forever. Just remember its for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you. I will always remember you. I will dig up your deepest darkest secret. I will DIG UP PLENTY OF YOUR &lt;strong&gt;DEEPEST DARKEST SECRETS&lt;/strong&gt;. I WON'T EVEN CARE WHO YOU ARE TO ME, BE IT BEST FRIEND, BROTHER, MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER. I WILL GO TO ANY POINT JUST TO GET SOMETHING THAT WILL PUSH YOU TO THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF. and, i'll wait. &lt;strong&gt;wait&lt;/strong&gt; till you're at the most highest point in your life. wait till your life is oh-so-&lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;. at the point where you've got &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING to lose.&lt;/strong&gt; And I will unleash it at you &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;right there, right then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever TRY to blackmail me, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; regret it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I never forget, remember this, I NEVER FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death threats, aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's another death threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I won't bother. Still fuming about the blackmail thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BLACKMAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;trymeandiwillkillyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for those who dare try me. I will seriously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;kill referring to make your life a living hell, yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to before post for a tiny change that will explain &lt;s&gt;it all&lt;/s&gt; most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-5874718005160577861?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5874718005160577861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5874718005160577861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5874718005160577861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5874718005160577861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/blackmail.html' title='B.L.A.C.K.M.A.I.L'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6578063355566228293</id><published>2008-12-12T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:38:08.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just live your life;</title><content type='html'>Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still stoning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Oh yea. I always wanted to know what stone is. People seem to use the word "stone" alot. Why?! What does it mean exactly? Does it mean that a person is too shocked-ed to move, thus, he's like a stone? Or does it mean someone too high on druggie's he's STONED?! ftw. Just wondering. ANyone care to explain? XD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah, i've got nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stoning from day to day waiting for the trip to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oh, btw, its ming's birthday in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17/12/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour is just a small tribute to the hair colour you have now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually its more of a coppery colour. Still, all i have to say is, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ming, use another colour. =)&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we're going out to celebrate but apparently most of us are busy at the correct times and pissed off at the suitable times. nemaaaii... Don't understand oso can. :D &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the person that doesn't deserve it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;copperrryyy...&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/5244291964904795652-6578063355566228293?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6578063355566228293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6578063355566228293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6578063355566228293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6578063355566228293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-live-your-life.html' title='just live your life;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4542696449395295125</id><published>2008-12-09T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:02:15.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh, its a sunrise!</title><content type='html'>After long and endless days of Stage 2 Depression(this includes a mix of PMS and my inner monster breaking out). I have HEALED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) So maybe the depression started from mommie. But thank god she ended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ain't heavy, she's my mom. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sunnies* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;bettergetsomeshadesandsunscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-4542696449395295125?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4542696449395295125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4542696449395295125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4542696449395295125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4542696449395295125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooh-its-sunrise.html' title='Ooh, its a sunrise!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-1752411882468694922</id><published>2008-12-06T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:37:22.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave out all the rest;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen, 'cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming, I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving when I'm done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest, don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating, I've shared what I made&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect, but neither have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't be who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;causenooneelsecared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1752411882468694922?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1752411882468694922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1752411882468694922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1752411882468694922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1752411882468694922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='leave out all the rest;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7071874880692256023</id><published>2008-12-05T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:47:19.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an empty, empty life.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. It's me again. Moaning. About how my life sucks and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... I can't help getting irritated by the smallest thing in the world. I can't help but burst out in tears whenever things don't go my way. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a bloody WRECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks very &lt;em&gt;shiny and silky&lt;/em&gt; though. =) *admires hair in mirror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm soooo freaking unhappy and irritated and emotional right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*quote* Cheryl from "According to Jim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Upset?! &lt;strong&gt;YOU...WANNA SEEE...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPSET?!?!?!?!?!?!? &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really breaking down into pieces here and it doesn't help that I can't get out of this bloody house I'm living in. Bloody male chauvinist pigs of a mom. Yeah. I know it may sound wrong but my mom is always on the male side! And when I told her that she shouldn't treat her children different, she just said: &lt;em&gt;" Yea mah. He's the youngest, so he deserves more love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE THAT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were like that, I'd say, &lt;em&gt;"I love Dad more cause he gives me more money. And, in my world, money = love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, she'd say, &lt;em&gt;"I'm paying for the bills, so you shattap!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that,my friends, is how i am mistreated in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on my &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; brothers, *the following part was deleted cause of overexcessive violence*... The main thing is, they are both &lt;s&gt;very&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PURE&lt;/span&gt; evil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. Moan more later lah. My hair needs my attention. *croons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;doublestandards!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7071874880692256023?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7071874880692256023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7071874880692256023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7071874880692256023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7071874880692256023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/empty-empty-life.html' title='an empty, empty life.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7406287737679797653</id><published>2008-12-03T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:56:26.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furious.</title><content type='html'>Kind of furious that they cut off the bedroom kissing scene in &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it took me like ages to find it on youtube. Probably cause I'm a 'tube-tard. Nahhh... I blame it on youtube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since they cancelled of the stupid baseball scene I hunted down, I'm gonna post up another vid of the kissing scene! Yaaaaaayyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you Malaysian people can see it and not be opressed by the &lt;em&gt;numbnuts&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;the censoring department of somewhere&lt;/em&gt;. Rawwrr..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT deprave people of the much needed HAWWT KISSING SCENE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1ZWNxvgnTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1ZWNxvgnTM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm? XD Naishh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, according to the comments, they said Bella actually said "f***' at the point&lt;strong&gt; 1:05&lt;/strong&gt; in the vid. I checked it out and I couldn't hear ANYTHING! So, if anyone hears anything, tell me kay!&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;Went to see &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yean&lt;/span&gt; in curve today. X) &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;qian heng&lt;/span&gt; was there working too. Browsed the teddy's for awhile and the price was like wt-....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**the following entry was deleted because it contained &lt;s&gt;p0Rn&lt;/s&gt; "un-true" facts about the pricing of the teddies and because the owner of this blog is scared she will be pummelled to death. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;*mimicks mr. bean* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tedddyyyyy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7406287737679797653?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7406287737679797653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7406287737679797653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7406287737679797653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7406287737679797653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/furious.html' title='Furious.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-1768649463494373718</id><published>2008-12-02T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:37:45.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh baby don't you know I suffer!</title><content type='html'>/update&lt;br /&gt;Blogged like damn lot about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;World AIDS Day&lt;/span&gt; yesterday but couldn't finish. So i guess its gonna remain that way. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those that are kind enough, you should always give out some love to the people with AIDS(coughs. i'm not talking about making love, so you get the idea. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what mua did today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;IL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;It would have lasted much long but i'm getting excited over the movie like 10 hours after the movie. Sheeshh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i think of it, it makes me &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I was watching it I gotta say some parts were boring but ,DAMN, I didn't know it would make such an impression on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh! And screw the people that cut ofthe freaking kissing part, its suppose to be THE MOST IMPORTANT KISSING PART lah! SCREW YOU! I shall curse you to never kiss like edward cullen can ever! Rawwrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I haven't seen edward cullen kiss except for the last scene which was just like pecking, and wasn't hot enough, like the supposedly kiss in the bedroom scene. Rawrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what's with the scene where &lt;em&gt;stephenie meyer&lt;/em&gt; suddenly appeared, that was like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews of Twilight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1-10 : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Scene:&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;BASEBALL scene!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; YOU KNOW YOU LOVES IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Favourite Character: &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teehee. edward. or jasper. or alice. or carlisle. or charlie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favourite Character: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It'd be.....&lt;/span&gt; (ask me if you wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hottest Cullen: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's between Jasper or Edward.&lt;/span&gt; =s (indecisive)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest Character: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, most are kind of funny but I gotta say Charlieee or maybe Rosalie. or Edward&lt;/span&gt;(nemaii..). XD Sorry, the scene where he's taking her to the prom was awkward yet real funny. And when Charlie was playing with his gun when Bella introduced her "new bf" was damn funnaayyy!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weirded out moments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Taylor Lautner's weird nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Laurent is black?! Tyler is black?!&lt;/span&gt;(not trying to be a racist but it was just weird cos stephenie meyer didn't say they were black, but oh well, they actually did quite good. XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eric is Asian?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Angela's suppose to go with BEN lah&lt;/span&gt;! Not weirdo-Asian-kinda cute though-Korean(ftw?!)-Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who the hell is Waylon?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;James is suppose to have black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiny facts about twilight I can't seem to let go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasper(Jackson Rathbone!) is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Edward(Robert Pattinson) is hairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alice(Ashley Greene) was the perfect Alice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carlisle(Peter Facinelli or something) does look like a model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Edward can be ugly at some angles.&lt;/span&gt; (Oh god! The fan club is coming to kill me!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Esme(Elizabeth Reeser or something) is that girl from Grey's Anatomy that had "something something" with Dr. Karev, she was Ava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Bella(Kirsten Stewart) really has an unproportioned lips.&lt;/span&gt; As in fuller on the upper lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward can be damn hot at some angles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bella's eyebags were horrible throughout the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mike really had some baby fat coming outta that chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Emmett(Kellan Lutz) is the guy from 90210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kellan Lutz was the perfect Emmett too! He really had the cute dimples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Cullens talk real loud for vampires.&lt;/span&gt; =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Edward walks real slow, for a vampire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The apple thing still amuses me.&lt;/span&gt; XD(jakun)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 BASEBALL SCENE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBXoMS2GZis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBXoMS2GZis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-supermassive black hole- rawrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;twilight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1768649463494373718?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1768649463494373718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1768649463494373718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1768649463494373718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1768649463494373718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooh-baby-dont-you-know-i-suffer.html' title='ooh baby don&apos;t you know I suffer!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8550720223306530217</id><published>2008-11-28T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:56:02.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralalaaaa</title><content type='html'>Had a fit about today's dinner. Too bland. Mom screamed at me for being such a picky eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! This is the product of watching too much of asian food channel hokay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pancaragam today. Had 4 blood-and-gorey hours. Sat under the fan freezing while trying to sucessfully blow my french horn....but failed. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must practice more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, speaking of pancaragam. Just wanna tell you guys about our band concert thats happening on the 17th of January next year at KBU college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be our 2nd time having a concert and I gotta say we &lt;s&gt;rockk!!&lt;/s&gt; may not be one of the best but we're growing, like a flower, what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, BLOSSOMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is the title of our concert this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are available at RM10 per tix, per person. To get tickets, you can contact any of us pancaragam members of SMKBU3 to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may be wondering why should you succumb to this? because you gotta support us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta admit us pancaragam people may look like we're always in our own delusional world but we really are nice people and maybe if you're always wondering what our delusional world looks like, come to our concert and maybe, just maybe, you'll get a glimpse of what that dream world of ours is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what you waiting for people! Get the tix, from ME(especially)! Contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:siaheeching@hotmail.com"&gt;siaheeching@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bl&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/5244291964904795652-8550720223306530217?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8550720223306530217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8550720223306530217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8550720223306530217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8550720223306530217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/tralalaaaa.html' title='tralalaaaa'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-2923190962665679979</id><published>2008-11-26T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:06:37.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>Okay, it may be a tad too early for christmas cheers, a month to early. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently planning my christmas shopping list. XD&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know i'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait for christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know hoping too much is gonna jinx it for me but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i gotta plan it out so I don't end up moaning like a &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do before christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do good. -- &lt;em&gt;yesh, shanta...i've been a good gal.*fakes innocent face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy accesories to look festive.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a &lt;s&gt;DAMN&lt;/s&gt; (cough. must stop swearing. do good you noe.) CHRISTMAS TREE.(maybeh!)&lt;br /&gt;4. *coughs* maybe apologise to a certain someone, or some people for insulting their group name. eheh. Sorry la. can? ** doing good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. Kiss a beggar.Spread the lovvvee.&lt;/s&gt; not so extreme yet.&lt;br /&gt;5. Apologise to parents for being an insensitive/oversensitive &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hug and thank besties because they've been there for me whole year round.&lt;br /&gt;7. Most importantly, do good, be &lt;s&gt;safe&lt;/s&gt;good, and spread the cheer, baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;spreadthelove,allaround. -- &lt;s&gt;kiss a beggar.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-2923190962665679979?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2923190962665679979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=2923190962665679979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2923190962665679979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2923190962665679979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8597793617029234020</id><published>2008-11-25T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:22:15.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo emo days.</title><content type='html'>yep. why would i call it emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat* well, because i'm not enjoying the hols as much as you doofus' tht go out every single freaking day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's staying home day after day after day... then going to tuition after tuition...then staying home again, rottin' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go online, hmm, not much people to talk to. probably cos i never add anyone unless they add me, so i don't bother to go meet new people, annndd, if you don't talk to me first, i won't talk to you, its my policy, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whyy??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you may ask, well, its coz sometimes, when i talk to someone, they never talk back, ftw, damn rude lor, plus, i damn hate it when i already put in the effort to talk to you and you nvr talk back, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. long long ranting. hmm. but still nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, went to the park today again with my park buddies a.k.a shuennie and sha lee. Lol-ed, probably cos they live close-by. then we walked all the way to community hall to get sha lee's bike back from jia sheng, oh, and i saw someone's bunny and stared jakun-ley, and then, jia sheng borrowed me 5 bucks cos i kept hinting to him how thirsty and hungry i was, lol, sorry, thanks anyway &lt;s&gt;for belanja-ing me&lt;/s&gt;, will return your 500 cents sometimes, in coins. meheheheh... sat down while guys from pancaragam played volley, hit me once and when it threatened to hit me twice, i screamed like a bitch, muahahaa... then the &lt;em&gt;kiut&lt;/em&gt; little boy say: " ZHONG GUAI ARR?!(bump into ghost ar?!)" Damn right lil' kid, i did!!! Altho he's damn &lt;em&gt;kiut&lt;/em&gt; lor.&lt;br /&gt;same age as my lil' bro. =s. meh, he born at the wrong decade. then talked abt marks and college and then went back home, yes, to ROT again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff* *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;whats that smell ah???    &lt;br /&gt;oh, its just me, ROTTIN'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;rottingaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** too lazy to spice up the post. as always. teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8597793617029234020?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8597793617029234020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8597793617029234020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8597793617029234020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8597793617029234020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-emo-days.html' title='emo emo days.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8647860115890405930</id><published>2008-11-23T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:34:48.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ftw.</title><content type='html'>Watching some new malaysian show on 8tv now. It's called, Love is NOT Blind. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one of the first scene was filmed near our school, in front of KBU. ftw!! Our school appeared on TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing,can't wait for twilight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading eclipse online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;br /&gt;Some say in ice.&lt;br /&gt;From what I’ve tasted of desire&lt;br /&gt;I hold with those who favor fire.&lt;br /&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know enough of hate&lt;br /&gt;To say that for destruction ice&lt;br /&gt;Is also great&lt;br /&gt;And would suffice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sleepiness.&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/5244291964904795652-8647860115890405930?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8647860115890405930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8647860115890405930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8647860115890405930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8647860115890405930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ftw.html' title='ftw.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8107647353785835046</id><published>2008-11-20T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:59:36.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People's Mag 2008's SEXIEST MEN ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>Yep yep yep. The list may still be a mystery but the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. 1 SEXIEST MAN &lt;s&gt;DEAD OR&lt;/s&gt; ALIIVVEE issss...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*drummmrooolllllll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGH JACKMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;father,husband,actor,wolverine,van helsing and sexiest man alive this year(2008)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make way for royalty, biatches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270793324246359794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWemkA0XvI/AAAAAAAAANM/rjY2F0dBjBg/s400/h.jack.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others including,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zac Efron(now or never, baybeh!) -- male lead in all HSM movies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797330285692242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWiPvrBhVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6FZ-SEamxVM/s400/zac_efron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ed WestWick -- xoxo, you know we love ya! -- This pic just doesn't do him any justice, i can see his nose hair from here! Lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795757561853346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWg0M0cNaI/AAAAAAAAANk/ia57vY3PksM/s400/ed_westwick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. I-Broke-World-Recordssss -- Micheal Phelps(ftw?!) -- well celebrated sex symbol, *hint* swimming is the sport for all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795754624888402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWg0B4NrlI/AAAAAAAAANs/N3jFEduM2rg/s400/michael_phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob Pattinson a.k.a edward cullen( bite me! lols.) -- his eyes really are GREEN! *phwoar!*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797326583375570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWiPh4UptI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NgeghrlxHPo/s400/robert_pattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Beckham -- like we wouldn't expect him to appear here,typical. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795753695006738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWgz-ag0BI/AAAAAAAAANc/HweQ89L-spo/s400/david_beckham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Craig, Daniel Craig... (007~) his fave bond girl is not the Olga girl(Oops, Olga girl feels insulted!) but his wife(awwsss...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795751223866850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWgz1NWNeI/AAAAAAAAANU/Fz5z-k0QI2k/s400/daniel_craig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Buckley(too bad ladies, he's into older women! *joking!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795760150485794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWg0WdnmyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MMUhCRH1TiE/s400/robert_buckley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The full list hasn't came out yet,anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, keep your eyes open, &lt;s&gt;your sex radar high&lt;/s&gt; and watch out for People's Magazine 2008's Sexiest Men Dead or Alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the&lt;s&gt;hotness&lt;/s&gt;lengchai-ness&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I sound lil' bit like the Perez' but can't help it! Hot guyss!!!*starstruck*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8107647353785835046?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8107647353785835046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8107647353785835046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8107647353785835046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8107647353785835046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/peoples-mag-2008s-sexiest-men-alive.html' title='People&apos;s Mag 2008&apos;s SEXIEST MEN ALIVE!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SSWemkA0XvI/AAAAAAAAANM/rjY2F0dBjBg/s72-c/h.jack.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-8129927867423930283</id><published>2008-11-18T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:28:00.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>111th  Post</title><content type='html'>Lol. I better stop counting the posts before someone label me as a "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ja&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;kun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i seem to be much attracted to the number &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;111&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its cos I'm some sad loser that loves to get number 1. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So triple the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; , ma triple the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its coz I've been seeing triple ones everytime I look at my digital clock. Scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was coming back from my sis' birthday lunch and that was when I got a call from Shuennie.&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; THE RESULTS HAVE COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes people. It's D-Day for us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I got home, I looked for the envelope, and tore the flap open. I pulled out a piece of paper and tried to read the info that was on it from the back of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I couldn't really face the results, so I decided to read from the back. I looked below, anxious to see my Kedudukan Kelas. I think I saw a 12. And I came to the conclusion that I got 12th in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Still breathing deeply, I looked at my marks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;BM - XX% B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;BI - XX%  A1 &lt;em&gt;(yayyy!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Moral - XX% A2 &lt;em&gt;(It's suppose to be A1 since its above 75 but they written A2 =(  )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sejarah - XX% B4 &lt;em&gt;(ftw?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mod Maths - XX% A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Add Maths - XX% A2 &lt;em&gt;(Yet again. It's above 75 but its still an A2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Physics - XX% A2 &lt;em&gt;(Same as the above)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chem - XX% A2 &lt;em&gt;(Same as above)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bio - XX% B3 &lt;em&gt;(ftw. Meh. I always sucked at these.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;BC - XX% B4 &lt;em&gt;(ftw. Mom's not gonna be happy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;PJK - XX% B4 &lt;em&gt;(ftw?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Civic - XX% A1 &lt;em&gt;(ftw?! Either ways, he count wrong my marks edi. stupiak teacher!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bil. Matapelajaran : 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jumlah Markah: 875   &lt;em&gt;( over 1200 i think??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Peratus: 72.92%  &lt;em&gt;=S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pencapaian Gred: 7A5B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gred Purata(ftw is this?!): 2.42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kedatangan: &lt;strong&gt; whateverrr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Keputusan:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; LULUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kedudukan Dalam Kelas:  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;/35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you wanna know what I got, and if you got the guts. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASK ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rawwwrrr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;time&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/5244291964904795652-8129927867423930283?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8129927867423930283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8129927867423930283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8129927867423930283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8129927867423930283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/111th-post.html' title='111th  Post'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7468627989994748988</id><published>2008-11-18T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:13:15.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Cold;</title><content type='html'>Seeing that there's quite abit of stuff lined up for me to do every weekend. I'm gonna state here on my blog which I will be going, and which I will be not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously would go for all but my mom just gave me some bollocking about studying. Pah! Bullcrap. Nobody's gonna study during the hol's mom, betta' give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* Continuing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/11/08(wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;My sis' birthday lunch at sushi king.&lt;br /&gt;GOING! It's a free lunch! How can I decline something that is free? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/11/08(friday)&lt;br /&gt;Pancaragammm...&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking if I should actually go.... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/11/08(saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Reunion of the PC2 people.&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be going since most of the people that are going I've seen a billion times already in school. Ahaha. Not to say you guys not important la but my mom just gave me bollocking bout going out too much. Plus, I went out already on monday. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/11/08(sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and TWILIGHT with Tin and Yean.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a twilight. there's a me. XD (excuse my lame-ness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/12/08(wednesday)(?!)&lt;br /&gt;Poolside Potluck Reunion.&lt;br /&gt;Probably would go if there isn't any tuition that day. =S Effing BM lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/12/08(friday)-21/12/08(sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Melaka A'Famosa trip with Olimpik(tuition) people&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go but&lt;strong&gt; if&lt;/strong&gt; it clashes with Singapore. ftw. Sorry loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in December...&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Trip with Family&lt;br /&gt;Probably Ming's and Jo's church's Christmas Party(if i'm invited that is. muahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, i'm free. So ask me ouutttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Tried job hunting yesterday in ou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only signed up for one which was SoxWorld and they haven't called so, boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me out lorr. Kay?&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Loooovee, &lt;s&gt;tyra&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; heeching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7468627989994748988?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7468627989994748988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7468627989994748988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7468627989994748988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7468627989994748988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-and-cold.html' title='Hot and Cold;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-2211104121226868488</id><published>2008-11-15T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:54:22.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGGG!!! TWILIGHHTT!</title><content type='html'>Omggg!! Just heard the new &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMMGGG!!! It totally rawwwkkkksss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*screams like a maniacal fan girl*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait! Can't waitttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TWILIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TWILIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWILIGHHT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's one of the soundtracks of Twilight the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Par&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvnkAtWcKYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvnkAtWcKYg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Just&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;. so. h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;app&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;XD &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-2211104121226868488?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2211104121226868488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=2211104121226868488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2211104121226868488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2211104121226868488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/omggg-twilighhtt.html' title='OMGGG!!! TWILIGHHTT!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8678015586375817135</id><published>2008-11-14T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:48:11.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom.</title><content type='html'>No doubt blogging too much is harmful to your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?!Lemme rephrase, blogging to much is harmful to your and your reader's health.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's harmful to your readers because you may bore them, or it can be too interesting till people start stalking you. Lol. Stalking is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's harmful to you cos your fingers will have blogtoomuch-meningitis, its a disease that was rare in the past but is much common right now since the blogger virus started and people start blogging too much their hand have been stuck in a horrible disfigured way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Sorry. Just pulling your ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pix!(this is wat i do when i'm bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268535978188601474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SR2ZjupL-II/AAAAAAAAAMk/DqevInlVeqk/s400/Picture0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sis' birthday prezzie from some random person. I insisted we call it "Pookie!" like Garfield's bear. But my sis' strongly objected seeing that the way we pronounce Pookie also resembles a word thats supposedly vulgar. I'll let you guys do the guessing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268535983485747106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SR2ZkCYH_6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/qu0yBnpcEd8/s400/Picture0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been reading this lately. Don't let the boring cover and the equally boring title repell you away from this baby. It's quite nice actually. As the very old people have said and continuously said again: "Don't judge a book by its cover". Although... does anyone think that the guy resembles Tom Welling?! a.k.a "the guy from smallville" a.k.a mr young superman. Or not?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol. Must stop dreaming of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268536281446706098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SR2Z1YXja7I/AAAAAAAAANE/zuxyih-dKfs/s400/Picture0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me luuuvvvvvs Pookie. Aren't you the &lt;em&gt;gooooodest&lt;/em&gt; bear ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268535982468409186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SR2Zj-lkp2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lcEoEJ7jLaI/s400/Picture0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me wuvs U. U wuvs me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;************************************************~&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently looking for a job thats NOT in a restaurant. Restaurant jobs.... SUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*coughs* no offence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;over and out- JOBLESS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8678015586375817135?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8678015586375817135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8678015586375817135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8678015586375817135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8678015586375817135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom.html' title='boredom.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SR2ZjupL-II/AAAAAAAAAMk/DqevInlVeqk/s72-c/Picture0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-3248047549669288165</id><published>2008-11-13T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:48:37.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by tin tin</title><content type='html'>Ooh! My first ever tag... (yeah. call me jakun or whatever....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you do the Letter Meme :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog).&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___.&lt;br /&gt;Loves;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You are so lifeless, ___13___, -The name of the person that tagged you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burnGreece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite activities when hanging out with mates?&lt;br /&gt;Gathering for drinks - Ugly pig&lt;br /&gt;Foosball - Silly duck&lt;br /&gt;Shopping - French kisser&lt;br /&gt;Dulging for food - Cranky banana&lt;br /&gt;Movies - Smelly armpits&lt;br /&gt;Snacks - Horny wolf&lt;br /&gt;Snooker - Tiny nipples&lt;br /&gt;Bowling - Sexy grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor activities - Vain pot&lt;br /&gt;Having a long talk - Nose plucker&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures - Dumb bitch&lt;br /&gt;Other - Burn yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it when &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I saw the shrunken head In your camping car&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sit on Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cowardly&lt;/span&gt; enough to understand &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;. I'm returning &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your ring&lt;/span&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never openly mocked A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go burnGreece - Your everlasting enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You are so lifeless, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cranky banana&lt;/span&gt;, -&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh....huh. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Facts about this letter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It claims&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lesbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apparently tin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tin likes to sit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;on random&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;famous people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a butterfly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;did bought a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ring together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Woahh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;except I didn't return it to her seeing that I paid for the ring myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;over and out. *beeeeeeeeeeep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3248047549669288165?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3248047549669288165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3248047549669288165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3248047549669288165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3248047549669288165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-tin-tin.html' title='tagged by tin tin'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6500074806839908802</id><published>2008-11-12T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:44:22.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moodless.</title><content type='html'>hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moodless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, better stop myself from writing all these one-worded blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it, kay! When your totally moodless(and job-less?!) during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go get school mag but nobody teman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Call me a sissy but i'm feeling real sensitive and emotional right now. I even cried yesterday when my pc couldn't connect to the internet. Thats how emo I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 days since I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't usually see it but I just can't help feeling like shit when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;blaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;emo-ness much.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna break free from this house! Break free and....jump in a POOL!&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being alone at home is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually agreed to go to all the primary school reunion stuff without even asking my mom. Probably can lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May be&lt;/span&gt; going to singapore end of the year. FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!&lt;br /&gt;(lol. jakun-ness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May or may not&lt;/span&gt; be going Melaka with tuition people. Depends on the price most probably and if its even happening. Mostly won't be going since sha lee's not. Or maybe I should go alone and learn how to berdikari for once. Or maybe it isn't even happening since nobody's really going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. When that time comes only I see lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see for my hols I gots NOTHING really planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK ME OUT LAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;wtf-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6500074806839908802?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6500074806839908802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6500074806839908802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6500074806839908802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6500074806839908802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/moodless.html' title='moodless.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3943189103370251159</id><published>2008-11-11T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:39:00.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3943189103370251159?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3943189103370251159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3943189103370251159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3943189103370251159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3943189103370251159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8411840027187073725</id><published>2008-11-11T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:48:45.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SRlwVZqSXaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9oZ0-HvlJ48/s1600-h/tornupteddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267364752154320290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SRlwVZqSXaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9oZ0-HvlJ48/s400/tornupteddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;im a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;teddy&lt;/s&gt; felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;monster(apparently!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thats torn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;up on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8411840027187073725?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8411840027187073725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8411840027187073725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8411840027187073725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8411840027187073725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/bye-bye.html' title='bye bye.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SRlwVZqSXaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9oZ0-HvlJ48/s72-c/tornupteddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-8100483665075162742</id><published>2008-11-07T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:22:18.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day Of My Form 4 Life.</title><content type='html'>And its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just passed like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't exactly the most perfect day like how we planned it. Should have been more nuts but just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got a chance to say goodbye. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8100483665075162742?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8100483665075162742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8100483665075162742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8100483665075162742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8100483665075162742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-of-my-form-4-life.html' title='The Last Day Of My Form 4 Life.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7685676885085492023</id><published>2008-11-06T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:11:18.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing feels right about today;</title><content type='html'>"10 minutes", the tzu said.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"5 minutes," the tzu said.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"2 minutes," the tzu said.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"ok, i take your papers nao," says pn asmani.&lt;br /&gt;*random ppl screaming dunno for what*&lt;br /&gt;and its over. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fireworks. no ka-bish, ka-boom, ka-BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing. nada. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped pancaragam cos I thought ou was gonna be much funner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to shuen. I made the right choice. Pancaragam was rubbish today. Teacher just threw us a bunch of dates during the hols and expect us to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he blabbed much. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ou and watched mamma mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight..."&lt;br /&gt;(what?! I love that song only.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with hon yu about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hon yu says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how was mamma mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeching. * мў đęмοлş &amp;amp; диĝЄĿς * + us against the world ('.') + says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ma&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt;, here i go again, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how am&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; i suppose to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; tell ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Bad joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ate in fish and co. till full and had to go back cos mom was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and started having a horrible time thinking bout 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;blardy pancaragam. i just can't seem to enjoy it. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can tell me how, i will... be very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7685676885085492023?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7685676885085492023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7685676885085492023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7685676885085492023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7685676885085492023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-feels-right-about-today.html' title='nothing feels right about today;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7689411436534924299</id><published>2008-11-01T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T05:39:15.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100th Insignificant Post</title><content type='html'>Ooh! Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my hundredth post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so what if I said I was gonna post after exams. Bleh! After exams, it's gonna be a special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 101st post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 100th is so overused and overrated. I'm gonna just treat this post like any other post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, updates yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exam week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far so...BAD! It's horrible. I studied early but it didn't help. So much for torturing myself a month before. I end up not remembering anything during the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 1: Never study months before exam. Study as close as possible to due date. Probably the day before exam. Neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biolo&lt;s&gt;oody&lt;/s&gt;gy was quite horrible too. Got 35/50 for Paper 1. Shuen insisted it was good. I thought it was okay till she told me she got 44/50. -.- Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention all my languages were crap too. Probably gonna get like 50 for english and 0 for chinese. Woohoo. Rock on, me! (sigh...i must be going nuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 2: Languages suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths? Oh.my.god.ishh. Mod maths was all fine except one simple question that I left out because it was too hard for me, and apparently too easy for others. *pissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Maths? Totally screwed Paper 1, the supposedly easier than Paper 2 wan. I tell ya its BULLSHIT! Nobody comes out with questions as hard as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;0.07(to the power of &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;) is larger than 0.0028&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Find the minimum/maximum integer for &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is that suppose to mean?! Crazy nut jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Hahhahahahah!!! Omfg. Screwed almost everything including essay. The liquid used to make the thermometer should have the heat range of -39 to something really high. But i simply chose the one that is -2000 to 2000( or something) and has adhesion or something. What the fuck wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay. Calm Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 3: Never panic before exams. Unless a new tip comes up and you've never heard of it before in your life. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wasn't gonna say anything about it but the reason my eyes were so bengkak during the day we had chem exam was because I was crying really badly last night. =( &lt;em&gt;For reasons which I will not go further with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Holey Shit(pun)! Twilight's coming out in November!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st November 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY!!!! XD *smiles like dumb fool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263665700532787746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SQxMEQiqGiI/AAAAAAAAALs/2nHtHc6rFDg/s400/Twilight%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, reason I chose this pic(the old poster pic) instead of the newest poster pic is because edward looks really weird in the other one. R. Patz(Rob Pattinson).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing about R.Patz is that he can look real good, but he chooses not to(or maybe the camera angle was real bad), an act of humble-ness i think? Probably not. Vampire's can be extremely show-offish. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kidding! Don't kill me edward fans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, he looks dashingly inhuman in this one and less like a monster compared to the other one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teehee. Still prefer him as Cedric Diggory though. Muahhahaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7689411436534924299?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7689411436534924299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7689411436534924299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7689411436534924299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7689411436534924299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/100th-insignificant-post.html' title='The 100th Insignificant Post'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SQxMEQiqGiI/AAAAAAAAALs/2nHtHc6rFDg/s72-c/Twilight%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-5540996938918217843</id><published>2008-10-23T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:15:05.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99th POST!</title><content type='html'>Oh WOW! There's still one more post till the big  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alright, so i'm &lt;s&gt;halfway&lt;/s&gt; quarter way towards the end of exams and I'll post my 100th post then. After playing till my eyeballs POP! Muahahahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news. I screwed up my chinese paper. I think I'm gonna get zero. Gaaahh!!! Not only that, after that happened, I had to clip up my friggin fringe like some doofus from the...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;market&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee. no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-5540996938918217843?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5540996938918217843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5540996938918217843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5540996938918217843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5540996938918217843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/99th-post.html' title='99th POST!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6624244561321202880</id><published>2008-10-13T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:57:59.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight.</title><content type='html'>Waiting for this movie like foreverrr....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better be shown in MALAYSIA! (cos i, like, checked gsc's website and it not there!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the latest Twilight trailer I stumbled upon while &lt;em&gt;stalking&lt;/em&gt; someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1GbukZnl1Y&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1GbukZnl1Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;3 Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Luvvs&lt;/span&gt; the apple part, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6624244561321202880?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6624244561321202880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6624244561321202880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6624244561321202880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6624244561321202880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='twilight.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8831329126972557018</id><published>2008-10-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:06:39.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must. stop. blogging.</title><content type='html'>haha. like never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still awaiting my baybeh from &lt;a href="http://thekissingcat.com/"&gt;kissing cat&lt;/a&gt;. Personally, i'd prefer a bag but a pouch is alright too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, exam are coming so better start studying like a mad dog(what?! dogs don't STUDY!), means less time on the computer and tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro just bought 13 kickass dvd's. Okay, maybe not all kickass la but I'd rather spend time watching them then studying *ugh* BIO! (have tried to study chap 8 for 2 nights and I'm NOT DONE yet! OMG!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cheerio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ppl. Exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to PMR people. Yeah, thank god its over for us! HAHAHAHA!!! But SPM's coming so, &lt;strong&gt;boohoo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;hc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8831329126972557018?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8831329126972557018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8831329126972557018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8831329126972557018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8831329126972557018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-stop-blogging.html' title='must. stop. blogging.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3210357634259255331</id><published>2008-10-07T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:31:16.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handbag Planet. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, some mail came today about this thing called handbag planet. Clicked on the URL and saw handbags galore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://handbagplanet.com/"&gt;handbag planet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is celebrating their October 15th launch their giving away 24 handbags in 24 hours. O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254450328328815682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuOu_35REI/AAAAAAAAALY/AizVFmRzAUc/s400/bag12-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the only handbag I got is some crappy denim one that only can fit my wallet, I decided to try out for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chose the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;one since it was one of the best looking ones. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they say, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ha&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fashion Handbags without the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;heeching. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3210357634259255331?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3210357634259255331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3210357634259255331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3210357634259255331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3210357634259255331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/handbag-planet-xd.html' title='Handbag Planet. XD'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuOu_35REI/AAAAAAAAALY/AizVFmRzAUc/s72-c/bag12-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-1557294809671290533</id><published>2008-10-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:11:12.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Effing HOT Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gaahh!! Stupid bekalan elektrik in school got cut off and apparently only our glorious Block B is suffering in heat, while those other suckers in Block A getting all pampered in their cozy lil' fan filled class. *censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, decided to skip tomorrow, nah, don't care what my mom says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Top 5 Reasons NOT to go to school tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5. No Electricity (NoooOoOoo...Unacceptable!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4. Our school syllabus finish edi. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;3. Nobody's going cos of the top 2 reasons =&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LONELINESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. No transport home. (means i gotta walk home, ugh! sweat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It would be a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOTAL WASTE OF TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'nuff sed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------- &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiara hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last sunday. Apparently, my mom thinks my butt is huge. =( (and i do need the exercise) Well, it was my first trip walking there, yeah, so jakun-ness much. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Snapped a few photo's while walking up and down the hill, later, i heard my dad told my mom i was an idiot/probably retarded. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442965166162850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuICZ9Hg6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pKM555nra6I/s400/DSC01672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uphill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442962571072178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuICQSZkrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ikH_RVXHORc/s400/DSC01675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere amongst the trees is kiara PARK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442967454775938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuICiew-oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rsZqUeI2GPE/s400/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaded by trees. Freezing cold!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442967003937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuICgzRu5I/AAAAAAAAALA/7MX2E0W6Cg0/s400/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My FOOT! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442968779387954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuICnak9DI/AAAAAAAAALI/6xFDOTT5Wys/s400/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkeeyyy!!!! Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444240387906082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuJMohrGiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sxLn5xTOJj8/s400/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way home. Hopefull with a smaller butt. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;doesmybuttlookbigtoyou?!(don't answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1557294809671290533?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1557294809671290533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1557294809671290533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1557294809671290533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1557294809671290533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-effing-hot-days.html' title='These Effing HOT Days'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOuICZ9Hg6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pKM555nra6I/s72-c/DSC01672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-3490450868642468641</id><published>2008-10-06T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:27:03.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bags with an attitude</title><content type='html'>*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekissingcat.com/"&gt;The Kissing Cat's &lt;/a&gt;in towwwnn!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read shuennie's post on this fab new shop in cineleisure called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the kissing cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I just &lt;em&gt;had to have it&lt;/em&gt;. But it'll be awhile before I actually go to cineleisure with all the exams and stuff so I decided to log on to the URL on shuennie's post to satiate my unsatiable desire for one of those darling clutches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254054725746217954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOom75aQ0-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/P5xxh-CbLvg/s400/kissingcat2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the range of products they had on their website. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My eyes popped and my jaws &lt;strong&gt;DROPPED&lt;/strong&gt;! Aren't those the most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things you've ever seen? I spent at least an hour just surfing on this very website while my books were growing mould. These are the few ones that caught my eye:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOony8r1uLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vS_0yW1tZmE/s1600-h/cb_arc%2520de%2520triomphe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOonzH0X7hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fiY_mmYLEtM/s1600-h/kissingcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOonzOrDGEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NP3h6uXDcg8/s1600-h/wr_hey_there%2520copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOonzXUXRUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SdL40yx_QHo/s1600-h/ssd_retro_diva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254056348134391330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOooaVRvviI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eAFZsqxqu9Y/s400/sb_retro_diva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Retro &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. I really love this bag!! I waaaannntt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254055674506636818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOonzH0X7hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fiY_mmYLEtM/s400/kissingcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kit&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shuen's choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254055676346570818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOonzOrDGEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NP3h6uXDcg8/s400/wr_hey_there%2520copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;~(lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is reaaalllyy gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254055671518050482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOony8r1uLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vS_0yW1tZmE/s400/cb_arc%2520de%2520triomphe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Triomphe&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254055676959706946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOonzQ9Oz0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/c7KvMfbVhgM/s400/sb_Study_is_fashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Study&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fashion&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kissing Cat's product ranges from Shopping Bags, Illustration bags, Canvas Bags, Wristlets, Wallets and so much more to come! I especially loved the Hi Magenta Illustration Bags, their designs are chic and plentiful, their colourful, feminine and also very VERSATILE(to shopping,for makeup,for stationary,money maybe? and more)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear from shuen that the prices are very reasonable too. RM15 for a cosmetic pouch! WOW! So reasonable! I felt the clutch shuen bought today and the material was so soft(soft padded), like puppies(minus the smell), just stuff some cotton in it and ,POOF!, it's a pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Talk about VERSATILE/MULTIPURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I abs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;olutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ee Looo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;OVEEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kissing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;kissingcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3490450868642468641?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3490450868642468641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3490450868642468641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3490450868642468641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3490450868642468641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/bags-with-attitude.html' title='bags with an attitude'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOom75aQ0-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/P5xxh-CbLvg/s72-c/kissingcat2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-7764092384743476277</id><published>2008-10-02T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:20:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swing me baybeh!</title><content type='html'>Just read this shocking news while stalking someone's blog. OMFG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gubuwire.com/?p=290"&gt;Clicklikemaddd!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed. Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences my dear &lt;a href="http://meitin-iheartyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;tin tin&lt;/a&gt;... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------ XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the park with shuennie and shaleeeee today. Tried to play bball. Failed horribly(seeing that i threw couple of times and failed*&lt;em&gt;soreloser&lt;/em&gt;*) and ran away before people start crowding the park or worse...LAUGH at us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hit the swings and start gossip-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, someone, ohidunno, someone*&lt;em&gt;coughoeocough&lt;/em&gt;* showed up. Too bad she wasn't there. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, swinged for so long i think the children were starting to get irritated. Ran out of the swings and off to jalan jalan... around the park only lah. Saw shaleeee's junior and various form 5's from tuition. Then saw jayshen and edwin so sat down to talk while i kept screaming at the sight of un-&lt;em&gt;maomao&lt;/em&gt;-ed puppies. *&lt;em&gt;screammm&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shuennie had to leave so we all went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems boring huh. But really, it was fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw. Happy much. It's &lt;strong&gt;FOUND&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dang! Now I keep checking out about horny dolphins. Eeeeyerrr!!! HORNY DOLPHINS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolphins are known to have sex for reasons other than reproduction, sometimes also engaging in acts of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;homosexual nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Various dolphin species have been known to engage in sexual behaviour with other dolphin species,this also having resulted in various hybrid dolphin species as mentioned earlier. Sexual encounters may be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;violent&lt;/span&gt;, with male dolphins sometimes showing aggressive behaviour towards both females and other male dolphins. Occasionally, dolphins will also &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;show sexual behaviour towards other animals, including &lt;strong&gt;humans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. -- source: Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wtf. Much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;disturbed.much.by.horny.dolphins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7764092384743476277?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7764092384743476277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7764092384743476277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7764092384743476277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7764092384743476277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/swing-me-baybeh.html' title='swing me baybeh!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6502495765563346002</id><published>2008-10-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:50:07.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Study No Matter What</title><content type='html'>T.T&lt;br /&gt;Sad beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like talking about it. Serious. Go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. Connection sucked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Just Thai to makan tom yum but ended up wasting half of it coz it was too HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!TRAVESTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went shopping around with grams,sis,dad n lil bro. Sucked. Bored like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and read breaking dawn again! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched more tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the park to &lt;s&gt;ogle at cute guys&lt;/s&gt; play bball but some lamejackass in green was hogging the hoop all by himself and missing every ball he threw. Tsk. I thought guys were suppose to be experienced with the balls and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing-ed like mad while some mad little girl kept staring at me speculatively. Almost screamed to her face, &lt;em&gt;WHAT?! Never see someone play swings before ah?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightaway went to kota damansara after tht to buy dinner. Typical mamak food. The sambal smelled horrible i thought it was my bro's feet. Watched Simpsons till I realised....*censored*(&lt;em&gt;don'twannatalkaboutit&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched my kikilala looking all gorgeous and his terribly tantalizing smile. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You DAZZLE ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;screamslikemadwomen&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeded with my studying, like when the hell did i start?! , couldn't concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang along to "So What" while jumping like a mad dog.*cough*&lt;em&gt;mywayofdancing&lt;/em&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to stalk peoples blog then wrote this post about how utterly boring my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Have tuition tomorrow with &lt;em&gt;shuennie&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;lili jie&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;shaleeee!! &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le Sigh's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;muahhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6502495765563346002?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6502495765563346002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6502495765563346002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6502495765563346002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6502495765563346002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/cannot-study-no-matter-what.html' title='Cannot Study No Matter What'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3002686947859558400</id><published>2008-09-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:30:27.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try to take a picture of love;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqPrrI-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BOHF458qK7g/s1600-h/luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712462720017378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqPrrI-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BOHF458qK7g/s400/luv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqcZDytI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VyYTCy5msaQ/s1600-h/luv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712466131602130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqcZDytI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VyYTCy5msaQ/s400/luv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqQzIT6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/NWmzdQzXyVg/s1600-h/luv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712463019724706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqQzIT6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/NWmzdQzXyVg/s400/luv4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqSqMosI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wplmTbzXPVU/s1600-h/luv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712463519130306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqSqMosI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wplmTbzXPVU/s400/luv5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqVDuh_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xo9OsJHFfE8/s1600-h/luv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712464163080178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqVDuh_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xo9OsJHFfE8/s400/luv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712692087603730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHU3mJKwhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Sqx04oQeXPU/s400/luv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712692392079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHU3nRwsWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Fssr1ta9vy8/s400/luv6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251712691246454466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHU3jAn1sI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l-SUmHVNCwc/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3002686947859558400?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3002686947859558400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3002686947859558400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3002686947859558400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3002686947859558400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/try-to-take-picture-of-love.html' title='try to take a picture of love;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOHUqPrrI-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BOHF458qK7g/s72-c/luv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-8114351081064391311</id><published>2008-09-29T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:00:59.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your voice was the soundtrack of my summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You'll always be my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8114351081064391311?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8114351081064391311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8114351081064391311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8114351081064391311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8114351081064391311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='your voice was the soundtrack of my summer'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7755452854037247486</id><published>2008-09-28T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:54:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness of the hols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOB7Rpm2ODI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dJ2hGE2v8sA/s1600-h/Picture0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251332708670781490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOB7Rpm2ODI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dJ2hGE2v8sA/s400/Picture0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, weeee!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a dimple!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Randomness during the hols. Forgive me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;youknowyouloveme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7755452854037247486?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7755452854037247486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7755452854037247486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7755452854037247486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7755452854037247486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness-of-hols.html' title='randomness of the hols.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SOB7Rpm2ODI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dJ2hGE2v8sA/s72-c/Picture0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-637950216799091206</id><published>2008-09-28T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:45:47.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the future;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;We are &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;coz we can't see &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the future&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;truemuch XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-637950216799091206?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/637950216799091206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=637950216799091206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/637950216799091206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/637950216799091206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/future.html' title='the future;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8400718289246316249</id><published>2008-09-27T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T04:43:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf?!</title><content type='html'>A disturbing event happened, so i decided to rush to my goddamn blog and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random dude was talking to me about "another random dude". =s&lt;br /&gt;And this was how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250655518559427026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SN4TX_2t2dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/11iH_Sa8bNk/s400/wtfness.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Apparently, nobody could see it so the contents will be posted up here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Session Start: Saturday, September 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;*randomdude*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;r u the heeching of 4c?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;do you hate XXX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;coz u like piss him off.....&lt;br /&gt;h elike scare u la...&lt;br /&gt;*he&lt;br /&gt;every he sees you then cari way out 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i nvr piss him off in any way.... and he scare of me is his problem right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;oh.....&lt;br /&gt;明白 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dunno what he wrote in the end, coz all I could see was square square, but must be something like "bitch" or something evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;** oh... teeehee. Checked the squares out. It meant "understandable".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well? Stop bugging me about this alright?! I did not by anyhow piss him off or "de zhui" him for whatever reason. And I'm not gonna even bother about the "feelings" or so they say. When it comes to situations like this, I'm sure you don't wanna see my evil side DO YOU?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;dontunleashthe&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt;inme~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rawrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8400718289246316249?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8400718289246316249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8400718289246316249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8400718289246316249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8400718289246316249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtf.html' title='Wtf?!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SN4TX_2t2dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/11iH_Sa8bNk/s72-c/wtfness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-5570140293455942665</id><published>2008-09-25T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:21:23.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Con Ogni Respiro Che Prendo</title><content type='html'>Alright, before you start thinking that a rabbit is gonna pop out, i'll have to clarify that "con ogni respiro che prendo" is NOT a magic word. Words like, &lt;em&gt;Abracadabra&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Hocus Pocus&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt;(according to barney), &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; are the &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; magic words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Con ogni respiro che prendo&lt;/em&gt; means &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Every Breath You Take~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ill be &lt;strong&gt;watching&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play&lt;br /&gt;Every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ill be &lt;strong&gt;watching&lt;/strong&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. Magical huh? Although the &lt;em&gt;watching you&lt;/em&gt; part was kinda stalkerish. Hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Since you've gone I been lost without a trace&lt;br /&gt;I dream at night I can only see your face&lt;br /&gt;I look around but its you I cant replace&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold and I long for your embrace&lt;br /&gt;I keep crying baby, baby, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, cant you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;How my poor heart aches&lt;br /&gt;With every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every vow you break&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake&lt;br /&gt;Every claim you stake&lt;br /&gt;Ill be &lt;strong&gt;watching&lt;/strong&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Muahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;myfavouritestalkerishsong&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/5244291964904795652-5570140293455942665?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5570140293455942665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5570140293455942665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5570140293455942665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5570140293455942665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/con-ogni-respiro-che-prendo.html' title='Con Ogni Respiro Che Prendo'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-8126298321421436492</id><published>2008-09-18T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:22:09.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog song is starting to get BORING!</title><content type='html'>Alright. I know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta find a suitable song first right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago started singing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Stickwitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a fan. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nobody gonna love me better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I must stick with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I must stick with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I must stick with you, my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I must stick with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;muaahh!&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-8126298321421436492?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8126298321421436492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=8126298321421436492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8126298321421436492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/8126298321421436492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-blog-song-is-starting-to-get-boring.html' title='My blog song is starting to get BORING!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3910926820191259707</id><published>2008-09-16T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:47:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Has No Lyfe! part 2</title><content type='html'>Alright. So maybe I do have a life. Not an exciting one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's being a bitch to me now. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wish I had more free time, but most of my free time are spent on sleeping since i'm rushing off to tuitions or going to bloody pancaragam whenever there's actually time. Other than that, i'm just too tired to keep going on like some mad monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Someone's getting OOOooOoOOoooLLLLLLDDDDD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since, school and whatnots are taking up all my time, can't blame me for being sleep all the time right. And the more time I sleep, the more time I miss out on studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh!!! Sorry dudes but I gotta study or I'll turn into a brainless pile of crap. Unlike some people that would just need to take a look at the damn page to get the whole thing. Yeah. I ain't like that, I work hard too. I think.... *foggy memory*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I spen most of my time nowadays taking naps, i'm wide awake at night, so I start reading storybooks. Har di har. Call me someone with no life but....(oh wait, isn't that the main point of this post? to show that i has no life?) Ugh. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happening recently thats close to exciting except that a student from 4D class that may or may not get sued of libel and slandering some teacher who's name I do not know. Oh, and that our dear hm's plat nama got stolen and she was getting all mad at us. So now we can't use the block B stairs because its "special" and we students apparently aren't special enough since we're such "scums" who pays for the damn electric bills. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not continue in case some teacher actually finds my blog and decides to throw me out of school. Oh, BAH!!! Stop being stupid! Once it's on the net you can't pull the poor dude out and start bashing him about how he shouldn't bitch about the school. Whats done is done. You either sue him, or you do not. And, the blog is obviously his right, you can't expect him to sing your praises if he really thinks that something is wrong. Why don't you try fixing the damn problem and looking at different angles before making a decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are mushrooming because we people just need some place to vent our feelings. You expect us to do what? Compress everything inside so we can all put on fake smiles and carry out squarish-SWAN bags to school? No offence to squarish-SWAN bags. I mean, if we're pissed off at a piece of chicken for not tasting good, we obviously can't complain to the damn dead chicken that it didn't eat enough worms right? (alright-ey, weird comparison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, alright. I've managed to insult at least few people who actually have the chance to alter my future into an even darker and grim one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, apologies, but I think that what's done is done and whats on the net, never comes back. Sincere apologies!!! (I wanna go to college, don't flunk me!) But I wrote this so that if, IF someone is gonna come complaining about how my blog is libeling and slandering about the school, you'll know that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fuck! I'll keep this on for 1 day and anyone who reads it, reads it and then I'll delete it! Yes! Thats what I'll do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to delete posts that has anything to do with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3910926820191259707?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3910926820191259707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3910926820191259707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3910926820191259707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3910926820191259707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-has-no-lyfe-part-2.html' title='I Has No Lyfe! part 2'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-527513806051931862</id><published>2008-09-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:27:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Went to this event at ming's and jo's church today to attend a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up at 7.45 just so we could go to ming's mansion-of-a-house. Then, watched ming and his brothers eat their breakfast and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there like 30 minutes before the play and had to listen to the priest guy preaching, and before that, I have never know how large i could yawn. Ehehehee. Sorry. It wasn't exactly the most entertaining thing of the night day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was, ohidunno, quite awesome la i guess, part of it was the show, the other part....(i've decided not to say) ehheeeheheee. * irritating giggling continues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the play/show/whatchumaycallit is about this young 28 year old business women, Laurie, thats facing problems with her mom and dad cos of her scum-bag-of-a-boyfriend George. Anyway, Gro GOrg Jor effi- George the scum bag is like using her the whole way while she fends him before her parents cos she actually believes in him. In the end, he uses her as a guarantor for some business that was never there in the first place all the while he was with some other chick dancing in the clubs(this was when joanna went on, appearing as one of the random people dancing in da club, not to be mistaken for scumbag's other girlfriend.) *cough* bastard *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so in the end, she feels so sad and sorry that she defied her parents because of the scumbag while her dad is signing off his cancer fund so she could live a better life after all the debts that scumbag-of-a-boyfriend gave her. And they all hug and make up in the end. Cos everybody deserves a second chance. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Drama weiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so maybe my interpretation of the story can be kinda foggy still, you get the picture, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, lots of singing and preaching i almost fell asleep. Sorry, was too boring kept yawning non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went off to the cafeteria, at yam cake, courtesy of ming's mom's rm50, while enjoying the view. Har de harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back at 12pm. Fell onto the couch and slept till 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;thatperfectvieww... teehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-527513806051931862?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/527513806051931862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=527513806051931862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/527513806051931862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/527513806051931862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/second-chance.html' title='A Second Chance'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-9138239250300260564</id><published>2008-09-13T03:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:48:09.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Villa oh-so-long-ago 2nd of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SMuZzlSml7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/a3Rte2its6U/s1600-h/1_394607436l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245455302465591218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SMuZzlSml7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/a3Rte2its6U/s320/1_394607436l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooo... Looks like a newspaper photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cough* Ignore my larger than life arms.*cough* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SMuZzsgyKEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VyEpNifYr8o/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245455304404117570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SMuZzsgyKEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VyEpNifYr8o/s320/DSC01551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it me, or do I have the dawn yang look again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note to self: Laugh more naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nostalgica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-9138239250300260564?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9138239250300260564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=9138239250300260564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/9138239250300260564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/9138239250300260564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday-villa-oh-so-long-ago-2nd-of.html' title='Holiday Villa oh-so-long-ago 2nd of August'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SMuZzlSml7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/a3Rte2its6U/s72-c/1_394607436l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-4837964520182265426</id><published>2008-09-12T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:08:57.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and It's Time To Face The Truth</title><content type='html'>**Start**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-4837964520182265426?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4837964520182265426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4837964520182265426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4837964520182265426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4837964520182265426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-its-time-to-face-truth.html' title='and It&apos;s Time To Face The Truth'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4625514489250184233</id><published>2008-09-12T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:54:42.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Never Be With Yooouuuu...</title><content type='html'>Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**End**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-4625514489250184233?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4625514489250184233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4625514489250184233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4625514489250184233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4625514489250184233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-never-be-with-yooouuuu.html' title='I Will Never Be With Yooouuuu...'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4580024777939546479</id><published>2008-09-09T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:24:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Lust?</title><content type='html'>Erhem. One of the few topics where I can blab non stop for few hours. So... go ahead and get your milo's, &lt;s&gt;coke's&lt;/s&gt; (sorry, i don't like coke =p)sprites, coffee, orange juice or a cup of water before you continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*momentarily pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent events that happened to "someone I know" have caused me to think about how shallow a guys brain can be. Alright, not to say that I don't have shallow thoughts &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cough*like, damn that guy is eff- ugly! *cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Yeah, I can be shallow in some ways but seriously lah, you guys are suppose to be... well... GUYS! Don't have the same thoughts as girls can? We are SOOOOOooOOOOoOOoO obviously NOT on the same frequency. (&lt;em&gt;I'm an AM, what are you? FM?!&lt;/em&gt;) *cough* lame jokes aside, lets continue about &lt;s&gt;how shallow a guys mind can be&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the said topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask a very straightforward question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Between a girl thats hot and all but way above your standard and an average girl, kinda heavy, picks her nose occassionally and is constantly ranting along about her eyelashes not being curly enough since chubby people are suppose to be all round, adorable and with the pink cheeks and fluttery eyelashes ans she doesn't seem to have it although she's kinda "chubby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you choose? Okay, I'm trying to make an effort to turn you againts the "average girl" alright, so just pick the HOT girl already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so you do judge people through looks!! UGH! SHALLOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys will never choose ugly girls and they will also never choose girls with high standards. Hmph! Typical ego-istical male things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I guess this wasn't the point, imma talk about how some people are just so desperate. Oh, so they see some hot girl walking pass felt a skip of a beat in their pathetic heart and proclaims his undying lurve for that hot girl. Tsk! That is shallow to the MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once she's giving you a sign of rejection, puh-LEASE do not think of it as a sign to keep going on, destroying the poor gals life. Jeez. Do you have a life, stop proclaiming your undying lurve all of a sudden like it suddenly hit you that you're a loveless dog. DESPERATE! Feigning that tears are gonna drop from your droopy lil' hamsup eyes cos she doesn't seem to give a damn about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard of some chinese quotes about how "the most heartbreaking thing that can happen is NOT that a person you love doesn't care about you but ming ming know you guys love each other but just can't be together."? And dawg, she's obviously not interested in you. So, yeah, get a life. Stop being so serious like it could tear you down into pieces just because she doesn't give a damn about you. Thats just you being selfishly jealous that you're not getting any attention. Pah. Shallowness much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*reminder. this is not about some guy i know but some guy that is furiously in lurve with "someone I know" after what? 1 day? What a bunch of bullsh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so while we're all hot an infuriated by this topic, lets have some time for this funny piece I got from uncyclopedia. Har de har har har...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Males (also referred to as dudes) are fur bearing mammals that have genitals arranged in an ♂ shape. Borne of the mighty God Mars, they are a race of supreme beings from the planet "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;", where they battled for glory all day and all night, and basked in the rays of their raging sun's light in the warm grass whilst drinking their mighty Redbull (the elixir of Mars) for ages, but unbeknownst to them, a Strange Race crawled forth from the Darkness. Known as the Woman or Female, these Sinister Beings transformed their malevolent, twisted bodies (it has been hypothesized that they were once grues , but modern science and genome mapping have proven them to all be devolved from female ninja) into a shape that greatly aroused and confused the Males. These women then created institutions known as "Families" to subdue Males from their wild and mighty ways and erased much of Mankind's fierce and cruel original history, and renamed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"&lt;/span&gt; to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male is the Mightiest creature of all living multi-cellular organisms ever to have existed on the planet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been proven in the past, present AND future that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1. Males are THE laziest form of life(when not engaged in sex or battle) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:s must say, this is true much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Males can Pwn j00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Males have the ability to crush skulls with their pecs alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Males are only as evil as ever being XY, while women are pure evil having XX. (&lt;em&gt;muahahah!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Males have created everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Women will never Respect them, and Men will never give a damn one way or the other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(true,true...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alright, I'll end this feminist charade. LalalalLala!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lovemedo,lovemenot,whateverrrr!!!&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/5244291964904795652-4580024777939546479?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4580024777939546479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4580024777939546479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4580024777939546479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4580024777939546479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-or-lust.html' title='Love or Lust?'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-1227977162452378338</id><published>2008-09-06T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:51:42.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All That We Could Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Is it really just another crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause I’m trying, try to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I know this crush ain’t going away, going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind when we were hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Spending time &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;(XD), are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;See it’s a chance we’ve gotta take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cause I believe we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;do&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1227977162452378338?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1227977162452378338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1227977162452378338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1227977162452378338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1227977162452378338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-that-we-could-be.html' title='All That We Could Be'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7832241078222998502</id><published>2008-09-06T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:17:38.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you look me in the eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When You Look Me In The Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; I catch a glimpse of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                    &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I find my paradise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                             &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;When You Look Me In The Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                       &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And tell me that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                    &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When you're right here by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7832241078222998502?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7832241078222998502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7832241078222998502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7832241078222998502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7832241078222998502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-you-look-me-in-eyes.html' title='when you look me in the eyes'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-516125112683833329</id><published>2008-09-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:13:19.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And IIiiiiiiiiiiii.....</title><content type='html'>Screw them projects. I can't do finish anything! Yeah. So screw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you teachers for throwing us a load of projects outta no where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not getting enough sleep. (for reasons that have nothing to do with projects. Harharrr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************* &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPH Book Fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the book fair was held in Pusat Komuniti BU3 and OMGGGGG &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; (ehem. must stop cursing so frequently)effing hot kay! I SWEAR, i SWEAR, that I almost fainted while walking. Pfft. But, I tahan, wanna know why? Lol. Cause I scared if I faint, some random dude/lady with syphillis/AIDS/STD galore will CPR me. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Paranoid much. Gahahah. Aww. I know shuennie will save me. Still, the thought of kissing a girl is still kind of a turn off, fainted or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, walked around with shuennie looking at random books, mostly chic lits, eg: ps, i love you , shopaholic series, twilight saga (omg, cheap siao). So, ended up choosing between confessions of a shopaholic(i know laa...) or breaking dawn. Fuahahah... Guess which I chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAAAKKINNNGGG DAAAWWWWNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a meager price of 34.95 ringgit malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people that bought the book for RM 50 liddat, I have this to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAHAHahhaHHAHHAHaHAHHAhhahahaHHHhh!!!! SUCKKKKEERRRR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Coughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;iluvsmy&lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt;largeblackbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-516125112683833329?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/516125112683833329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=516125112683833329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/516125112683833329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/516125112683833329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-iiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='And IIiiiiiiiiiiii.....'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4405920941826525384</id><published>2008-08-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:16:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky People</title><content type='html'>Omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in state of shock after what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going off to bed after an epi of Jimmy Kimmel, i lugged the laptop up on the bed, lol, it's been my only companion night after night of insomnia, i'm talking about till 3-4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy... My sis went to bug my bro in my parents room and I went to look out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, that window has provided much exposure to the daily life of our new neighbours. Kuakuakuaa... Well, all was normal and quiet, then suddenly, *JAWS music playing* some random dude rode by on his *ugh* bike, stopped right in front of our house,took out his handphone and started snapping photo's of our house!! WTF right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time he was snapping, I was staring at him from above, and he was oblivious to everything, should have opened the window and shout: Oei! What you doinnnn??!&lt;br /&gt;Then he'll be so shockeded he'll drop his phone and rides away like kena chased by mad dog. Fwahahahhaa!!! Can imagine the sight, must be fucking funnaayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, random dude took a grand total of 2 pics, proceeded to sms/mms/wtfhe'sdoing on his phone all the while looking into my opposite neighbours house. Omfg. Freakyyy!!! Then he nonchalantly rode away like nothing happened. What the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a look out for this dude, he may be a &lt;s&gt;serial rapist&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;house hunter&lt;/s&gt; mad guy that escaped tanjung rambutan, then he'll ride his bmx to your house and start snapping photo's of your house while laughing fiendishly. Muahahahahaaa....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't have a mugshot of him but I can describe him, he's some young dude, probably still in his teens 13-19 years old, glasses guy, rides a bike, was wearing a tee and a pair of jeans, and is holding, if i'm not mistaken, a black handphone...(wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Be Safe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-4405920941826525384?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4405920941826525384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4405920941826525384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4405920941826525384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4405920941826525384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/freaky-people.html' title='Freaky People'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-5047805286769841896</id><published>2008-08-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:29:21.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chill guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before post was nothing really important, just a sudden outburst. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, well, shud start posting up photo's of my new haircut. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990312468134002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SLgvbTEmuHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hf0lRjuu-P0/s320/Picture0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;what the foot is that?!!? oh, my foot in an akward angle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990316421911074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SLgvbhzQkiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jZhqRVsKzYQ/s320/Picture0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yep, me and my famous limb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239988981570573538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SLguN1F5lOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3ExmWej3pQQ/s320/doink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i look so pale compared to the other pics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, before I go....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239990315862987506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SLgvbfuAEvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Hj03PXU0lZA/s320/Picture0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yellow skinned nigga doing his "peace" sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gahahahhaa... I'm so mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forgive me. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;luvvsss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-5047805286769841896?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5047805286769841896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5047805286769841896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5047805286769841896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5047805286769841896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/chill.html' title='Chill.'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SLgvbTEmuHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hf0lRjuu-P0/s72-c/Picture0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-2244938786888137776</id><published>2008-08-28T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:12:08.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Selfish, Arrogant, Disgusting BASTARD!</title><content type='html'>This post is not about school. DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT make your own conclusions before experimenting the hypothesis(Ooo...scientifical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To HE-WHO-IS-SO-SELFISH-ARROGANT-AND-DISGUSTING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always known you, although you weren't the best among the best, you were always a favourite. You were my favourite. I never had much  to doubt, your thoughts, you views and opinions. Always so willing to change my mind to whatever you thought was correct, or whatever you supported. I always felt like a fool. Always asking myself, "Girl, where's your sense of individuality!" But, no matter what, it was great to follow you. It was like I'm living what my idol is going through. Yes, you were my idol. As much as I so so soooo hate to say it, so hate to admit, everything comes clean right here. Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then times changed, I've changed. I doubt you've changed though. Always a good thing to stick to what you thought was right. Very opiniative, a very strong sense of individuality. Very admirable. And you weren't an empty can either, very smart, very knowledgable, a person that takes risks, always the charismatic one, talking and joking around, people seem to love that about you. I loved all that about you. How can a person, so lazy and naughty, could be such a charming person behind. But, I guess it was just hormones, or maybe the way you were brought up, I could never blame the people behind it but it wasn't impossible that it was theirs to blame. They loved you, too much to be exact. Please don't blame them, they were then first timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a sad twist of fate that caused all this to happen, maybe it was just meant to be but we weren't paying much attention. Growing up, I realised that my idol wasn't exactly the idol i saw through my 5-year-old eyes. Yet, I still could not give you up. Just hoping, and praying, you'd be the person I thought you were. No matter what you ask of me, I accepted. I could never reject a person that I respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It slowly withered though. Good things were never meant to last and all I believed in turned out to be just pure imagination, pathetic even. I saw your true side, it was horrible, heart-shattering, I could never believe this was you. Selfishly arrogant. That was what you were. Instead of the arrogance worth respecting I saw in you with my 5-year-old eyes , all I saw was just a shallow, selfish you. I suddenly thought, it was never about us anyway, your life, everyone's life seem to be always about you. You're self-centredness, I despise. But, deep inside, i could feel darkness and pain, screaming to get out, your practices of self control i guess, drinking your sorrows away. Till it was out of control, you just drank for pleasure. Drinking your life away, burning your 10 ringgits, 1 by 1. All of this intoxicating you, bluring your senses, till you felt and looked like an invalid. My respect for you was then gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness filled me with hate. The hate so deep it poisons me, but I guess the deepness of this cut was because of the deep love I felt for an idol. The deeper it cuts through me to see you hurt her. Tears poured from her eyes, falling down the aging skin that once was perfect, so perfect before YOU! You caused her much pain. I'm not blaming everything on you but the gash you made in her heart was 10 times stronger, you were her first and it pains her to see how she has worked so hard but recieved so little including the bitter slap on her face everytime she regrets. It hurts so much that I want to do so much but never had the courage to do so, to stand up to you, BASTARD. To tell you that life is NOT ALWAYS ABOUT YOU. Selfish, self-centred, bastard! I hate your every word, everytime, I hear you being so rude and selfish, like she was nothing but a random person in your life you decided to hurt. Have you ever thought of how she kills herself inside everytime she worries?! I was always so jealous of the love she gave you, the love I never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears pouring, tasting the bitterness of these salty drops of bitterness. Hurts so much that I try to give so much but recieve so little. And yet you, never even thought of it, never even gave it a second glance or another chance. You're life is in ruins, you idiot! RUIN YOUR LIFE MORE! PLEASE DO! I'm so sick and tired that you've been ruining the lives of people surrounding you. THe people that care about you, the people that wouldn't mind your troublemaking, wouldn't mind your nasty habits. Would never care that you're so disgusting, in the inside. You are a FOOL to have distanced yourself from us, if you never had, you wouldn't be in RUINS like you are now. I'd like to slap the foolishness out of your arrogant face, then slap the arrogance out. But its most probably of no use, you're too far out to be pulled back. Swimming in the large sea, waves drowning you one by one, hey, we told you not to go out there, you never listen. Still, you swam further, into oblivion, never to be seen by others, and never to see others, just pounding waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,my friend, are fucking lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**warning: no comments on sensitive issues, only comments on grammar and such. Feel free to correct my spelling, there were alot of mistakes. TQ. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg you to see this with open eyes and open heart. I can be dramatic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-2244938786888137776?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2244938786888137776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=2244938786888137776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2244938786888137776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2244938786888137776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-selfish-arrogant-disgusting-bastard.html' title='You Selfish, Arrogant, Disgusting BASTARD!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4031977952242894178</id><published>2008-08-26T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:16:22.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step At A Time</title><content type='html'>I know its too much for a day but bear with me. Music is all I need now. It kind of messes with your feelings but as long as it makes me feel better from all this suffering. &lt;em&gt;It's okay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;br /&gt;-Jordin Sparks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face and the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face and the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;When you need to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way we get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One step at a time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;footstepsss... XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-4031977952242894178?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4031977952242894178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4031977952242894178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4031977952242894178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4031977952242894178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step At A Time'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6109808008444111869</id><published>2008-08-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:59:01.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Hard Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;" I know it's hard to live this way. The way you never wanted it to be. The things that never have gone your way. Regreting the choice you've once made, you're thinking if this is another choice you'll regret. Still, you just wanna let everything go but it's just so...hard."&lt;br /&gt;-to the long suffering &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Morning falls like rain&lt;br /&gt;into the city life&lt;br /&gt;there goes another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose my breath in waves&lt;br /&gt;knowing that every crash&lt;br /&gt;is bleeding the hourglass&lt;br /&gt;and taking the stride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from all our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everyone keeps talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;promise you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;don't mean anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may lose our focus&lt;br /&gt;there's just too many words&lt;br /&gt;we're never meant to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and we don't feel so alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;These days are gone&lt;br /&gt;and we can't keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When all we need&lt;br /&gt;is some relief&lt;br /&gt;from these hard times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move your hands in circles&lt;br /&gt;keeping me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;the power behind your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move around your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;cursing the naked sky&lt;br /&gt;you should be here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but you stay alone&lt;br /&gt;and cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something missing&lt;br /&gt;you never feel it but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you're gonna feel it when it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;st&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y str&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ng!&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/5244291964904795652-6109808008444111869?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6109808008444111869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6109808008444111869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6109808008444111869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6109808008444111869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-hard-times.html' title='These Hard Times'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-4484013522523248388</id><published>2008-08-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:39:56.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purest of Pain (ouuchh...!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Purest Of Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm sorry I didn't mean to call&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was weak and couldn't even hide it&lt;br /&gt;and so I surrender just to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how many times I said I'm gonna to live with out you&lt;br /&gt;and maybe someone else is standing there beside you&lt;br /&gt;but there's something baby that you need to know&lt;br /&gt;that deep inside me I feel like I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I have to see you it's all that I'm asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida&lt;/em&gt;, give me back my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;the courage that I need to live&lt;br /&gt;the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carino mio&lt;/em&gt;, my world becomes so empty&lt;br /&gt;my day's are so cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;and each night I taste&lt;br /&gt;the purest of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you I'm feeling better every day&lt;br /&gt;that it didn't hurt me when you walked away&lt;br /&gt;but to tell you the truth I can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;and deep inside me I feel like I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I have to see you it's all that I'm asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, give me back my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;the courage that I need to live&lt;br /&gt;the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;carino mio, my world becomes so empty&lt;br /&gt;my day's are so cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;and each night I taste&lt;br /&gt;the purest of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, give me back my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;the courage that I need to live&lt;br /&gt;the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;carino mio, my world becomes so empty&lt;br /&gt;my day's are so cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;and each night I taste&lt;br /&gt;the purest of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, give me back my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;the courage that I need to live&lt;br /&gt;the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't mean to call&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was weak and couldn't even hide it&lt;br /&gt;and so I surrender just to hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heard about this song from cy the other day so i decided to download it. And when I heard it, memories flood back*dramatic* and I remember this song being the ending theme for a spanish(i think) telenovela and I heard it so many times I knew every word by heart. Memories. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Puro Dolor...&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/5244291964904795652-4484013522523248388?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4484013522523248388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=4484013522523248388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4484013522523248388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/4484013522523248388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/purest-of-pain-ouuchh.html' title='Purest of Pain (ouuchh...!!)'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6124988226927203819</id><published>2008-08-26T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:05:55.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Yup, skipped school today just for the sake of not facing the 2 teachers I totally despise today. Uhh... scratch that.&lt;/s&gt; Where's the privacy in all this! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hadn't really been blogging much about my life. Well... maybe I have but just a small insignificant parts that I just thought would be important. But now to think of it, its just kinda boring too...and insignificant. Ughh.. I'm soooOooOOoo BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my humour has gone dry. OMFG. I can't think of a single thing that seems funny today, although I keep giggling all of a sudden much to peoples surprise. What?! Can't help it lah! I keep remembering stupid stuff people said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, will update when something happens to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;iflu =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6124988226927203819?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6124988226927203819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6124988226927203819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6124988226927203819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6124988226927203819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/boring-days.html' title='Boring Days'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7250139151311890825</id><published>2008-08-22T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:12:15.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RWP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RWP? Whats that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Check this video out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh8I67xbGuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh8I67xbGuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing right? On the 23rd of August(tomorrow), 1000 people are gonna stop what their doing and start reading. With that, their gonna startle thousand other random people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project is called &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Read while Waiting&lt;/span&gt;, its to promote people to read during free time, times like when you're waiting for your specific public transport to go to work or when waiting for your cup of coffee in Star&lt;s&gt;fucks&lt;/s&gt;bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Objectives of this project&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To see more people reading (any form of literature) whenever they wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;To make people more conscious of whenever they are about to go somewhere and know that some waiting will be involved, then bring something to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you support this project, show your friends this video. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This is not an advertorial so i'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; paid to do this. It's just pure faith in this project. XD Peace out dudes **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;read. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7250139151311890825?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7250139151311890825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7250139151311890825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7250139151311890825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7250139151311890825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/rwp.html' title='RWP'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6817504606323805374</id><published>2008-08-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:09:19.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Be Joking!</title><content type='html'>I am soooo sick of these stuuuupid messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random people claiming to love me or something. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuccckkk offff laaaaaa....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone is playing a joke on me but this is seriously so tacky can die dot com!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm *so and so*..., I luv u hee ching, Wil you accept me, i'm *so and so*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The thing is, I'm gonna have to pass cos, I don't like you, uhm... I don't like you and I don't love you either. =D Sorry dude, I'm looking for someone thats NOT so tacky, and definitely much more good looking then you, taller than you, much more smarter than you, much nicer than you, much charismatic than you, richer than you...and of course since I have such high-standards for guys, I obviously cannot accept this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The last one was such a slap in the face. Lol. But, if thats what you call me, thats what I'll be. Don't blame me for being a person with such high standards. YOU GUYS made me what I am today. Muahahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;menoluvulaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6817504606323805374?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6817504606323805374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6817504606323805374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6817504606323805374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6817504606323805374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-must-be-joking.html' title='You Must Be Joking!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7228888359969777166</id><published>2008-08-18T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:52:35.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SKky-O7nrJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LhmbdEqWfZw/s1600-h/pick+me+up+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772086536350866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SKky-O7nrJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LhmbdEqWfZw/s320/pick+me+up+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this like ages ago and read it again yesterday. I must say this is one of the nicest books among all LBD series. Ahhhh... I think all LBD books are nice!! Gotta get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about this book, each chapter starts with a DAMN FUNNY pick up line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it hot in here or is it just you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ahhahaha... so corny yet so effective!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Would you like to eat my pretzel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(O.o For the confident and mentally challenged)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gahahahahah...cheesy much!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lmao lmaoo..!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Aww... I find this kinda sweet...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Let's have a party and invite your pants to come on down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(O.o Again, for the confident dudes and the mental retards out there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not drunk. I'm just intoxicated by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Would you like a raisin? How about a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Teehee..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You're legs must be tired, cos you've been running through my mind all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'd smile to thiss..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're so hot you must be the reason for global warming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gahahaha!!! so corny!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stop, drop and roll, baby! Cos you're on FIRE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Woooot wooot!! Gotta love this..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May I have this dance.... horizontally?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O.o Shock-ed-ed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you were a hamburger, you'd be the McGorgeous X9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7228888359969777166?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7228888359969777166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7228888359969777166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7228888359969777166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7228888359969777166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/pick-up-lines.html' title='Pick Up Lines'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SKky-O7nrJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LhmbdEqWfZw/s72-c/pick+me+up+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-2352637403547488155</id><published>2008-08-17T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:35:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotionssss</title><content type='html'>Gaaahhh!! Bloody game between Lee Chong Wei(Malaysia) and Lin Dan(China) is happening naooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaahhh!!! So freaking kan cheong can. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOoooOOOoOoO MALAYSIA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care who says I'm lame or whatever, I SUPPORT MALAYSIA &lt;strong&gt;kao kao&lt;/strong&gt; CANN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China's been snatching all the medals its not funny anymore. Malaysia's gotta get at least ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;11-5&lt;/strong&gt; naooo..!!! With China leading. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates later, gotta go catch the game!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malaysia bolehlahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;/update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annddd he loosstt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a silver is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong dude. We support u kao kao k? Don't cry. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malaysia still bolehlahh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-2352637403547488155?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2352637403547488155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=2352637403547488155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2352637403547488155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/2352637403547488155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mixed-emotionssss.html' title='Mixed Emotionssss'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3632455352022493187</id><published>2008-08-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:17:54.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Has No Lyfe!</title><content type='html'>Hmm. When I do actually have something to post on my love life. I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't have one. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXXTTT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I admit I'm getting kinda bitchy and irritating bout my love life. I HAS NONNNEE...!!!&lt;br /&gt;But how can I notttt. Everybody seems to be in love, even the person I least expect. Gaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my ability to be all stupid and actually fall for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is cold like, like... something thats really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. As long as I'm still looking at guys I'm fine! Muahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3632455352022493187?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3632455352022493187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3632455352022493187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3632455352022493187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3632455352022493187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-has-no-lyfe.html' title='I Has No Lyfe!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-3984694808695206918</id><published>2008-08-13T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:44:55.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha. Was reading the Health Digest in library today. If you were observant enough to have come across the mag thats always available in the library you may know which specific page to flip to. Well, for all the people with the dirty minds. Ahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, they had this article on Teenage Love and Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, its an article that talks about teenagers that are going through hormonal changes and whats happen during this hormonal period. Well, lets skip the basics and check out what I saw today. The mag states that when we have feelings for someone its called "infatuation" instead of "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, me being typical me, I guess that is kinda true... for me lah. XD I don't think I have the capability to love someone yet. &lt;s&gt;Well, except for my family whom I DO love. And, yeah, I DID stay with them my whole life and I couldn't imagine my life without them naooo... Ugh. Sentimental shit.&lt;/s&gt; Annddd... I think the previous crushes I had were truly uughhh... FAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, when I like someone of the opposite sex, liking a person as in MORE than a friend, its usually just cos I'm such a love-a-holic. The damn feeling of just liking that someone for the sake of me, myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just... SO.TRULY.SELFISH. Meh. I've always been very self-centred. Bahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, infatuation it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooorrrriiiinnnggggggggg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, heeching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveucuzilovebeinginlove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-3984694808695206918?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3984694808695206918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=3984694808695206918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3984694808695206918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/3984694808695206918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-5998532186605395474</id><published>2008-08-10T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:19:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feeling's taking control of me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit around, I can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say it all&lt;br /&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;by Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A lil' jealousy is healthy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-5998532186605395474?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5998532186605395474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5998532186605395474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5998532186605395474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5998532186605395474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6538138388510904779</id><published>2008-08-10T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:49:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What a stupid lamb"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Bella-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What a sad, masochistic lion"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Edward-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-twilight-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233068734728426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SJ-YScqw1LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PUq8ATkrqd4/s320/2494241607_2b69b62a15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't wait for the moviieee..... XDXDXD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo,heeching&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Edward Cullen: "It's healthy to ditch class now and then."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;True. true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6538138388510904779?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6538138388510904779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6538138388510904779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6538138388510904779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6538138388510904779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-so-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb.html' title='&quot;And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb&quot;'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SJ-YScqw1LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PUq8ATkrqd4/s72-c/2494241607_2b69b62a15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-5437708680675077830</id><published>2008-08-08T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:02:57.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Was watching this video from 30 Seconds to Mars- The Kill on youtube plus reading its comments. According to the comments the video has like some elements from the movie/the novel/the series "The Shining".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically, the The Kill video was obviously very weirdly,disturbingly,freakishly,ming bogglingly, weird to the MAX. @.@ And, the reason I was watching it because Jared Leto is &lt;s&gt;HAWWTT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;despite his age&lt;/span&gt;(love his eyes*dieessss*), uhm, because its caught my attention somehow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The vid was on MTV/Channel [V] like last year or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF1wZQzpeKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qF1wZQzpeKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See it for yourself. Disturbing, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm. And yeah, just so you guys know, the thing you guys saw in the weird hotel room,Room 6277 or something, where there was a bear and a guy on the bed and the bear looks like he's giving the guy a blowjob or something. Yeah. Thats what it is. A random bear giving a guy a random blowjob. Thats it. Weird huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, back to The Shining. Its actually a novel written by the very famous Steven King named, The Shining*coughs*, and it mainly about this haunted hotel where this guy named Jack and his family goes to live into, because Jack got a job as the hotel caretaker. *huhs?!* (yeah, i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo, so there's this evil thingummy going on in the hotel and a series of disturbingly weird events happen and so Jack goes crazy yadda yaddaaa... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARE YOU LISTENING?!&lt;/span&gt; I know I'm boring but waiiiittt laaa, lemme explain can? And starts chopping his family up. Well, um, so the wife, Wendy, decides to save herself and her child, Danny, from Jack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the story behind this weird story is, Danny has this weird ability to talk telepahtically? Like, communicate with others without talking. And so the former tenants of the hotel a.k.a evil disturbed spirits decided to talk Jack into killing Danny(omfg, his own flesh and blood DAMMIT!!)so they'll be more powerfull or something (not quite clear about this statement/fact/part of the story) and yeah, so ghosts keep appearing in front of Jack persuading him to kill Danny and if his wife interferes we'll just kill her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the chase is on, and it happens all in the hotel. Till Danny escapes from the hotel and runs into a hedge maze(neh, the maze made out of walls and walls of plants) and anyway Danny was smart enough to escape from his Dad's insane clutches and the Dad dies in the hedgemaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, there's this picture on a wall that says, Overlook Hotel, 1921(name of hotel and time picture was taken) and there was Jack, smack right in the centre of the picture looking all young and dandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yadda yadaa. So, Jack got consumed by the hotel and I presume his spirit is gonna be haunting the hotel along with the other maniacal spirits. Muahahahaha.... END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232051786887891570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SJv7YSvminI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kXAMX2hwRNY/s320/200px-The_shining_heres_johnny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep, there's Jack, looking every bit the maniacal murderer he is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, btw, the blowjob bear has NOTHING to do with the movie whatsoever, I HOPE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;X9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*note: For a more funnier adaption of the Shining, check out The Simpsons Season 6 - Treehouse of Horror V. I gots the CD. Muahahaha....*cough* *hack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-5437708680675077830?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5437708680675077830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=5437708680675077830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5437708680675077830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/5437708680675077830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/shining.html' title='The Shining'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SJv7YSvminI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kXAMX2hwRNY/s72-c/200px-The_shining_heres_johnny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-1985417522819372579</id><published>2008-08-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:16:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Majlis Perlantikan &amp; Perpisahan Pengawas PSS</title><content type='html'>Ooh. Such a formal title. ahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom took an hour to get me there since she kept getting lost halfway. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever learn to drive, I must not be as embarrasing as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think plenty of people have honk-ed at my car or maybe even copied our license plate to complain or *omgomg* posted a pic of us dumbly stopping in the middle of the road in a car to make a phone call and won 50 freaking bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand my part of the money!!! Or I'll sue!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got there safely, with my head on and all, luckily we left like DAMN early or we'd be really late. XD sry kai sihn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations, preparations... etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour after the majlis started, puan azizah finally graced us with her presence. (soo...typical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take a photo during the majlis but after that, kai sihn's dad was gonna be late so me, wt and sihn*square*/kai*square* camwhored all over the place, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all over, in the toilet mirrors,near the fountains(where this weird dude looked at us and giggled in a creepy way &lt;s&gt;with his hands in his pants, jkg!&lt;/s&gt;), with statue's (did we?!), in the lobby, the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. We're nuts. As usual, took few crappy photo's, typical me, thorn in the roses etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more photo's. Kai*square* and wt!!! Seennnddd!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1985417522819372579?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1985417522819372579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1985417522819372579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1985417522819372579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1985417522819372579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/majlis-perlantikan-perpisahan-pengawas.html' title='Majlis Perlantikan &amp; Perpisahan Pengawas PSS'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6005502906227168228</id><published>2008-07-29T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:58:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Cooommeee</title><content type='html'>...to change my header pic, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while i'm trying to find my perfect header that matches my song. Imma blab for you to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, has anyone had a dream about a random stranger you've never seen before, ehem, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; random stranger, lemme rephrase, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*caution*&lt;/span&gt; random stranger you've never seen before that doesn't appear to be all blurry in the face? What? Are they suppose to be who Im looking out for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just me? @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have been having dreams about random &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; strangers and also nightmares on the upcoming hungry ghost festival. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you that the nightmares were causing my insomnia. *cries* I remember I even had a nightmare about a ghost possesing my body and it just wouldn't go awayyy. It must be an omen about that creepy stalker. But the ghost possesing my body was a ballerina!!! Any reason why??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I think I'll stop blabbing bout my weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo's, heeching XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6005502906227168228?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6005502906227168228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6005502906227168228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6005502906227168228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6005502906227168228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-has-cooommeee.html' title='The Time Has Cooommeee'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-9042476807335563228</id><published>2008-07-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:38:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Know How I got my SCARS?!</title><content type='html'>A different story every time, my dear joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that friggin' fake &amp;amp; dead batman slamming onto the window was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted almost half the popcorn because of that STUPID scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I suddenly decided to eat real fast but because i was so shocked i jumped outta my skin and all the popcorn allll OVERRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaaaHHHhhH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-9042476807335563228?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9042476807335563228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=9042476807335563228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/9042476807335563228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/9042476807335563228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanna-know-how-i-got-my-scars.html' title='Wanna Know How I got my SCARS?!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7078183892130474264</id><published>2008-07-25T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:59:09.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Friendster Bulletin</title><content type='html'>YOU DON'T REPOST THIS YOU WILL BE SINGLE UNTIL YOU ARE 45! NO JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;PUT:&lt;br /&gt;T - O - M - A - T - O&lt;br /&gt;you're TAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;C - H - E - R - R - Y&lt;br /&gt;you like someone ALOT but don't know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;S - T - R - A - W - B - E - R - R - Y&lt;br /&gt;you're in a relationship &amp;amp; you love the guy / girl so much that you never want to lose them no matter what it takes. you'll do anything for them. you love them SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;G - R - A - P - E&lt;br /&gt;you're SINGLE and proud of it&lt;br /&gt;C- O - C - O - N - U - T&lt;br /&gt;you're SINGLE, &amp;amp; don't REALLY CARE. All you want to do IS LIVE LIFE and HAVE FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;L - E - M - O - N&lt;br /&gt;you're about to GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;B - A - N - A - N - A&lt;br /&gt;you're TAKEN but CONFUSED.&lt;br /&gt;P - I - N- E - A - P - P - L - E&lt;br /&gt;YOU are taking LIFE as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;W- A - T - E - R - M - E - L - O - N&lt;br /&gt;you were left at birth then taken in by&lt;br /&gt;elves and NOW you're FIGHTING crime WITH a CANDY CANE.&lt;br /&gt;A - P - P - L - E&lt;br /&gt;You like SOMEONE and they like you, BUT&lt;br /&gt;you both aren't together&lt;br /&gt;L - I - M - E&lt;br /&gt;You don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;O - R - A - N - G - E&lt;br /&gt;FLIRTY and HAPPY with the way things&lt;br /&gt;are RIGHT NOW. You're just LOOKING to have a good time. BUT wouldn't MIND HAVING SOMEONE TO LOVE in your life.&lt;br /&gt;B- L - U - E - B - E - R - R - Y&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED.&lt;br /&gt;G-U-A-V-A&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and Salt.&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TONIGHT AT 11.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think imma mixture of fruits, so imma go make mix-fruit juice tonighttt... Kuakuakuaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Grape&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Coconut&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;melon&lt;/span&gt; (LoL!) &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lime&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Tastes mix-ed fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh!!! *barrrfffff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7078183892130474264?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7078183892130474264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7078183892130474264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7078183892130474264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7078183892130474264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-random-friendster-bulletin.html' title='Another Random Friendster Bulletin'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-6085150104101146631</id><published>2008-07-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:48:43.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue-black</title><content type='html'>After pancaragam yesterday, me and a few were sitting around kinda bored. So, you know what we did? &lt;s&gt;sat down somemoree...&lt;/s&gt; we played VOLLEYBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all looked kinda pathetic since we were all noobs. But some of them *ehem*yiling*ehem* can play like damn good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, guess what yrsTruly got after a round of NooBVolleyball?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red hand, sweaty &lt;s&gt;armpits&lt;/s&gt; everywhere, stinky sweat odour and excruciatingly painful hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, hohoho, guess what surprised me today during tuition? A &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; on my arm. Hmph. Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pancaragam yesterday. It was a bore but at least I have something now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's called a french horn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nehh...u noe... the horn...got twirly-twirly wan...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, don't get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226932167003809954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SInLHMdTKKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Do9bOoPoAZ8/s320/200px-French_horn_front.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, except its silver-coloured. Oh, and its not mine. I just blow it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tralalalalaaa....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-6085150104101146631?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6085150104101146631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=6085150104101146631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6085150104101146631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/6085150104101146631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/blue-black.html' title='blue-black'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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://bp2.blogger.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SInLHMdTKKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Do9bOoPoAZ8/s72-c/200px-French_horn_front.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-7083578631478487903</id><published>2008-07-24T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:29:48.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMMMM</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Are there any nice songs that anyone can recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest song I downloaded wuzz "Love In This Club"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaahahhahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I Wanna &lt;s&gt;Make&lt;/s&gt; Love In This Club....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this club...in t&lt;/span&gt;his club....in this clubbb....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before that it wuz... Disturbia and that stupid Miley Cyrus song I hate C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you gotta listen to that Miley girl's song and say you're not irritated by her voice. Listening to her just makes me wanna kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesss... I'd rather listen to Jessica-bloody-Simpson than her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Put on your break lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We're in the city of wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ain't gonna play nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Watch out, you might just go under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Better think twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your train of thought will be altered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So if you must faulter be wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your mind is in disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's like the darkness is the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I scaring you tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your mind is in disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ain't used to what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Disturbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... maybe its time to change my header pic again... hurhurhurrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Earlieth Birthday to my dear Sheryl Ng Chor Yean. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;'youknowweloveyou...XD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7083578631478487903?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7083578631478487903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7083578631478487903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7083578631478487903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7083578631478487903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/randommmm.html' title='RANDOMMMM'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7454307361993966937</id><published>2008-07-18T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:00:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aaaaahhhh!!! My baby is goneeee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've seen my baby must save it kay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my life and sole....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*can u hear my heart breaking?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like this, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, EVERYONE KEEP A LOOKOUT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224338233634362258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SICT8ZpEk5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SdZfd2A9uCU/s320/my+baby.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7454307361993966937?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7454307361993966937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7454307361993966937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7454307361993966937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7454307361993966937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby.html' title='My Baby!!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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://bp3.blogger.com/_q8WPaLz7iE8/SICT8ZpEk5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SdZfd2A9uCU/s72-c/my+baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5244291964904795652.post-1296058182524749410</id><published>2008-07-17T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:37:32.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Find You~</title><content type='html'>Well, just checked out a video from Camp Rock where Joe was singing to this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, the girl just sat there looking smittened, sighs, drama bit can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8ZVB9nOPQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8ZVB9nOPQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wukuakuakuaaa... I think if it was me I'd be like that girl too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You’re the voice I hear inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The reason that I’m singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I gotta find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You’re the missing piece I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The song inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I gotta find you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1296058182524749410?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1296058182524749410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1296058182524749410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1296058182524749410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1296058182524749410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-gotta-find-you.html' title='I Gotta Find You~'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-7848745822507109684</id><published>2008-07-11T20:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:23:18.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalked!!</title><content type='html'>Wow. I even put his/her/it 's number as "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Stalker&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets review the previous post shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehemm!!*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*me*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*stalker*&lt;/span&gt; *my brain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 messages containing very short messages of "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Saranghaeyo&lt;/span&gt;"(ugh!), and "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;R u busy?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally took the liberty to reply him, with a simple: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who Are You?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were no replies yesterday night but after the Bio ceramah, just when the teacher stopped talking, he/she/shim/it replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 4: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;U dun have to know... I m from BU3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uh... who cares if you're from BU3. Thousands are from BU3. Millions if you count the housing area. You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;FOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What do you mean I don't have to know. You're talking to ME right? OF COURSE I have the DAMN &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; right to know who the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; you are, dawg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 5: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So...do u have any brothers or sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(@_@. Isn't that private info?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm sorry but i don't know who u are... So i will NOT reply anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 6: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Alright then... I understand u, its wierd(omfg...wrong spelling) when things like this happens&lt;/span&gt;(grammar error)&lt;br /&gt;(damn right you know! Stop bugging me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 7: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The thing is u know me... Just not with this number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*rolls eyes* You see boy/man/girl/women/tranny... I don't care if I fuggin know you or not. But you better damn well tell me who the fug who are before I start having a fit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even if I knew you... I wouldn't wanna message you... Why? Because you're asking me stuff about my personal life... I dun tell my personal life to just ANYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 8:&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Okay then, i m trully(omfg...spelling error) sry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*by this point, i gave up messaging him about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no entry sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he cannot see pasted directly on my face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 9: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I m sry that i asked ur personal details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Damn right! Now shoo! stop bugging me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 10: I&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; m just wondering. Cause I wanna know more about u... U r from 4CEKAP n I know u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wah! starting to get very stalkerish and creepy edi hor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 11:&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Can u forgive me. i m sry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(muahahhaha... im so evil so... probably... NO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 12:&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lets just talk as a friend... K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nope sorry. I ain't rich like you to sms that much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 13: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.......: I m sry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry no cure... ahahahah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message 14: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Why.........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?! HAVEN'T I MADE MYSELF PLENTIFULLY CLEAR?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn this guy/gal/tranny doesn't stop can he/she/shim/it?!)&lt;br /&gt;Message 15: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You still dun forgive mua? i m very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think its a problem if I forgive you or not. Its the problem of me feeling comfortable talking to you or not. Thats it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to he/she/shim/it:&lt;br /&gt;If you're foolish enough to be rich and waste you're sms money like that. You're probably not worthy to be a friend. I may even USE you. Don't you get that?! I don't care if I know you or not. If you're trying to be all mysterious with me, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;NOT IMPRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Just so you know, if I know who you are or if you're playing me. I'm gonna screw you up like worser than being shot in the toot. It's not gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;no fathers day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you, its gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anus&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,oxox,&lt;br /&gt;idontloveyou~&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-7848745822507109684?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7848745822507109684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=7848745822507109684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7848745822507109684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/7848745822507109684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/stalked_11.html' title='Stalked!!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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-5244291964904795652.post-1288176779195419017</id><published>2008-07-11T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:54:31.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalked!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5244291964904795652-1288176779195419017?l=whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1288176779195419017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5244291964904795652&amp;postID=1288176779195419017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1288176779195419017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5244291964904795652/posts/default/1288176779195419017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurlivingagummiebearslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/stalked.html' title='Stalked!!'/><author><name>heeching</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00532105325349324186</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>
