<?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-1529576226837973217</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:12:58.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet love,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4051598520220654637</id><published>2011-09-09T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:55:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause baby, i love you.</title><content type='html'>I know you won't see this cause you won't bother reading. Maybe the last  year you, will. (: But now the current you won't. Now you are most  likely having fun with your friends outside. I really miss the last year  you, you know. Cause i had wonderful memories with him. I had a  wonderful, caring, thoughtful, faithful and sweet darling. Haha. Blame  me for not cherishing you last time, causing you to change to the  current you. What can i do? I pleaded you to stay by my side, done  whatever i can do already and tried my best but you still ignore me. I  really don't know what's in your mind. If only i have like super powers  to read your mind, I will xie tian xie di man. I just want to say.. I'm  sorry. Sorry for being too clingy, too possesive and too sensitive and  irritating. But whatever i did was because i love you, i'm afraid to  lose you. There's nothing i can do now. I tried a lot of times to bring  you back to my side. I guess you have no feelings already. You know  what? I'll still wait. Although most likely you won't come back to me.  I'll still wait. I don't wanna have a new relationship with a new guy, I  don't wanna kiss and hug another guy, i don't wanna do whatever things i  did with you with another guy. I gave you my first kiss, you're my  first love, first boyfriend. I don't care if people call me dumb or  what. I'll wait. I wanna have a future with you. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4051598520220654637?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4051598520220654637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4051598520220654637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-baby-i-love-you.html' title='Cause baby, i love you.'/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1057607423695437021</id><published>2011-09-08T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:32:43.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU, THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY FOR NOW. I'LL WAIT FOR YOUR TEXT. I'LL  WAIT TILL YOU TEXT ME. TEXT ME IF YOU STILL LOVE ME DARLING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1057607423695437021?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1057607423695437021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1057607423695437021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-you-thats-all-i-can-say-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-6491839221221653116</id><published>2011-09-05T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:39:39.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss you badly my dear. Today when i was watching Smurf, i kept on thinking of you. I texted you to tell you that i miss you but you ignored me.. I doon't believe that you will fade so easily. We have been together for 1 year and a month already. We have gone through so much together, quarrels, have fun together and everything. I don't want to see us like that. I miss those sweet moments with you. I miss your hugs and kisses. I miss sleeping on your shoulder with you hugging me. I miss how you would always fall asleep when i rest on your shoulder. I miss you holding my arm tightly when you lie on my shoulders to sleep. I miss the smell of your shampoo or whatever that is whenever i get close to you. I miss you darling. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-6491839221221653116?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6491839221221653116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6491839221221653116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-miss-you-badly-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-6422579374517917748</id><published>2011-09-04T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:05:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loyant pt for breakfast &amp;gt; Wild wild  wet with mummy and younger brother &amp;gt; Shopping &amp;gt; Home. Wild  wild wet was pretty fun. &amp;lt;: But i think i'm gonna become a black  pig soon! Played till around 2 then it started raining cats and dogs.  Bathed then off to shopping! Bought a top, a pair of shoes, a high waist  shorts and a dress. I paid for the shorts, mummy paid for the rest. 12  bucks fly. ~ Heartpain. ): Then home sweet home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I texted you today but you still continued to ignore me. I miss you badly dear. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hope you will tell me that you wanna go tomorrow. *Prays hard*&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/1529576226837973217-6422579374517917748?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6422579374517917748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6422579374517917748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-day-without-you.html' title='Another day without you.'/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8806697293339311409</id><published>2011-09-03T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:44:24.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me you still love me.</title><content type='html'>My mood is screwed. ): I'm not sure if babyboy still love me. But i'll  wait for him. I swear. So today, expo with mummy in the morning &amp;gt;  Home &amp;gt; Changi Village with family and grandmother to celebrate  grandma's birthday &amp;gt; Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm  still waiting for you to reply.&lt;br /&gt;Although i know there's only a very  small possibility of you replying me, i'll still wait.&lt;br /&gt; I love you baby. &amp;lt;3 &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/1529576226837973217-8806697293339311409?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8806697293339311409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8806697293339311409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/tell-me-you-still-love-me.html' title='Tell me you still love me.'/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7824474177074946057</id><published>2011-09-02T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:36:31.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah. I'm back from zhi jie's house. &amp;lt;: Left house at around 5 plus and met chengwen and his dad at loyangpt's video shop (I forgot the name) . It was super awkward. Like ttm! Then his dad drove us to fetch dayna and zising then off to zj's house. Cw's dad is humourous and cute. Haha. The way they talk are like friends. That's good! I want a daddy like him. (: Watched Shutters at his house. Chaorui and the guys tried to freak me out but failed. Mac delivery after that then monopoly deal. Send zs to bus stop &amp;gt; back to his house &amp;gt; watch guys play wolf team and other games &amp;gt; dayna's dad send us home. Awesome day today but me and baby are still having a cold war. I hope this ends soon and we'll be okay and sweet again. &amp;gt;: Anyway, i realised that watching guys play dota and stuff was not that bad as what i thought. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7824474177074946057?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7824474177074946057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7824474177074946057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-681107271085221469</id><published>2011-09-02T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:36:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up.</title><content type='html'>LOL. joke. My life is like 100% screwed up. Gonna meet up with some primary school friends at ws at 4pm. Then off to zhijie's house together with them for ghost movies. I'm gonna get myself occupied there. So at least for today, i won't anyhow think. :/ I'll post again when i'm back from zhijie house. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll give us both some time to cool down. Or maybe just you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll text me after you have cooled down.&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/1529576226837973217-681107271085221469?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/681107271085221469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/681107271085221469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/lol.html' title='Screwed up.'/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3851090234376087463</id><published>2011-08-29T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:09:09.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People changes.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I guess noone reads this blog anymore. So yeah, i'm back here posting. Amazingly, i still can remember the password for this account. (: My love life is pretty screwed. Sometimes superrr sweet, sometimes superrr screwed. I'm not sure if i still have any true friend or not. One will be enough for me. I drifted from her ever since she have gotten a boyfriend. Whenever we planned to meet up, something will always happen. Is it me thinking too much or is it maybe fate? We're not meant to be friends anymore. We've so much memories together you know. Sometimes i really wish i can go back to sec 1. Although i was kinda suffering at that time cause of the stupid weili and she kinda have a little attitude problem. But at least i did have fun with friends, and we're like the closest in school with a clique that many qirls wanted to join. Everything is different now, you got S and your own life out there while i got A and my school life. If i can go back to march 2011, i don't mind too. Cause although S and you were together, we still hang out like bestfriends and have fun together. Everything changed, people changes, you too. Maybe cause you're too afraid of losing him. I understand how it feels like, so yeah, i won't blame you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3851090234376087463?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3851090234376087463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3851090234376087463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/08/people-changes.html' title='People changes.'/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-847854482120351589</id><published>2011-05-25T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:56:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS SUPER FUN! :D Draw our faces into scary faces and changed into home clothes. Scare the people in the class. People who came in shouted and screamed. HAHAHAHA. Stayed till 5. I SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. Photos with wit and farwizah. Okay, i'm very tired. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-847854482120351589?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/847854482120351589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/847854482120351589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-is-super-fun-d-draw-our-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1281301221723030952</id><published>2011-05-24T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:53:02.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Workshop today, super fun! Chose to do haunted house for the fun raising activity. So little people help with the things, all slackers! :@ Stayed back after workshop to continue to set up the venue for the hh with witt, shan, lisa, maifeng, damien, pohting and another girl but i forgot the name Omg. It's so tiring but everything is worth it. Hope everything will work out fine tomorrow. I doubt anyone is reading but if there's someone reading.  PLEASE PLEASE SUPPORT US AT CLASSROOM 3E4 TOMORROW AT 12PM! ENTRY WILL BE AT 2 DOLLARS EACH! :D Funds raised will be donated to somewhere but i'm not sure where. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1281301221723030952?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1281301221723030952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1281301221723030952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/05/workshop-today-super-fun-chose-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3289611278279106511</id><published>2011-04-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:05:03.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZw4HZhaxKo/TZhiZBoF9bI/AAAAAAAAA5g/VJVUwPBxapU/s1600/conversation%252Cwish%252Ccute%252Cwords-e043c12f6f9be7b81089719facc70a1c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZw4HZhaxKo/TZhiZBoF9bI/AAAAAAAAA5g/VJVUwPBxapU/s400/conversation%252Cwish%252Ccute%252Cwords-e043c12f6f9be7b81089719facc70a1c_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591327119453320626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3289611278279106511?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3289611278279106511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3289611278279106511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/-mZw4HZhaxKo/TZhiZBoF9bI/AAAAAAAAA5g/VJVUwPBxapU/s72-c/conversation%252Cwish%252Ccute%252Cwords-e043c12f6f9be7b81089719facc70a1c_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-964901189119868586</id><published>2011-03-23T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:08:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HaJbvlL27KQ/TYn8N6le11I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0DeuxdqSN5c/s1600/love_quote-260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HaJbvlL27KQ/TYn8N6le11I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0DeuxdqSN5c/s400/love_quote-260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587274128724776786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School so boring! Went for dance after school then amos came to look for me. Bused home together. (:                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1529576226837973217-964901189119868586?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/964901189119868586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/964901189119868586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-so-boring-went-for-dance-after.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/-HaJbvlL27KQ/TYn8N6le11I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0DeuxdqSN5c/s72-c/love_quote-260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3486057317114480741</id><published>2011-03-22T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:02:20.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UlbcGs3ew8/TYiPfKnCPzI/AAAAAAAAA4I/FROqgn9Bbco/s1600/tumblr_ldiko5fRQO1qbz7gvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UlbcGs3ew8/TYiPfKnCPzI/AAAAAAAAA4I/FROqgn9Bbco/s400/tumblr_ldiko5fRQO1qbz7gvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586873103339896626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to be so sure, but not now anymore.&lt;br /&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/1529576226837973217-3486057317114480741?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3486057317114480741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3486057317114480741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-used-to-be-so-sure-but-not-now.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/-4UlbcGs3ew8/TYiPfKnCPzI/AAAAAAAAA4I/FROqgn9Bbco/s72-c/tumblr_ldiko5fRQO1qbz7gvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-916549737573134535</id><published>2011-03-18T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:51:18.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFQ2QbShKlg/TYNVQEIIhtI/AAAAAAAAA34/R4uJPsbelro/s1600/28uo5y1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFQ2QbShKlg/TYNVQEIIhtI/AAAAAAAAA34/R4uJPsbelro/s400/28uo5y1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585401697343669970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-916549737573134535?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/916549737573134535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/916549737573134535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/-FFQ2QbShKlg/TYNVQEIIhtI/AAAAAAAAA34/R4uJPsbelro/s72-c/28uo5y1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7118269861054347175</id><published>2011-03-17T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:57:56.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTUTkxFiT-0/TYIE4huSxrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/_MyjHdPbkTA/s1600/long%252Blove%252Bquote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTUTkxFiT-0/TYIE4huSxrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/_MyjHdPbkTA/s400/long%252Blove%252Bquote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585031857064560306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Going fishing tomorrow morning and go back to school in the afternoon for dance training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7118269861054347175?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7118269861054347175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7118269861054347175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-fishing-tomorrow-morning-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/-CTUTkxFiT-0/TYIE4huSxrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/_MyjHdPbkTA/s72-c/long%252Blove%252Bquote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-89706216073203452</id><published>2011-03-16T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:09:23.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNYaqkp0Tsk/TYANukBGijI/AAAAAAAAA3o/XrxIBnnnRTA/s1600/away%252Ccloths%252Ccurtains%252Cdancing%252Cfollow%252Cgo-beec44929f072fbdc8bdae0b34f16ec0_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 279px;" alt="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx62naQJho1qzpcu5o1_500.png" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx62naQJho1qzpcu5o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-2772680908353079365?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2772680908353079365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2772680908353079365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/12/http28mediatumblrcomtumblrkx62naqjho1qz.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8183515893691411219</id><published>2010-11-27T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:25:14.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries are all special days looked forward to by everyone around the world. People spend the extra time to get ready, get gifts, plan things out. They take these days as a day to be nicer than usual, happier than usual and spend it with the one(s) they love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I spend all those days at the cementary, with the one I love. He passed away 2 years ago, his name was Alex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I meet Alex in my English class freshman year (September 2006), he was the aide. he was also a sophomore. and boy was he beautiful. he was the quarterback for the JV Football team and very well liked. he had the most amazing smile, the kind that warms your heart and these green eyes that lit the room up. I liked him from the second I laid eyes on him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still remember the first day we talked, about a month or two into school he asked to borrow a pen in the cafeteria. as I handed him the pen he smiled and said you’re in my aiding class right? he forged his parent’s signature on the homecoming permission slip handed me my pen and left. but those few words and one smile, made at that time, the greatest day of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess you should know I was and still am dorky. I never kissed a boy, let alone had a boyfriend. I spent most lunches reading, I had maybe 3 good friends at my school. and I just didn’t know how to let loose. I never went to school dances or participated in extra clubs. I wasn’t artsy or athelitic, I didn’t have confidence. I was pretty boring and kind of awkward. &lt;em&gt;There was nothing too special about me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The few friends I had, really wanted to go to Homecoming (October 2006). I was sort of forced into it. but it turned out to be a great night. I will admit I had fun picking out a dress and getting my nails done and actually getting excited about something. but I am not a dancer. I spent little time dancing, and by dancing I mean me awkwardly swaying with my friends. I usualy found my way outside the hot gym to get some water and relax on the stairs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was towards the end of the dance on those stairs, (the first time I referred to them as &lt;em&gt;our stairs&lt;/em&gt;), me and Alex had our first real conversation. I was sitting there when he came out all sweaty and sat right next to me. we talked for a couple minutes as he asked about the dance, if I was having fun, and made some more small talk. he eventually got up and said bye Candace see ya monday. once again such few words meant so much to me. Alex knew my name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next couple of months we gradually began talking in English. I would ask for help (even though I didn’t need it) and we would talk about our weekends. or sports. or the girls chasing after him. we talked about him turning 16 (December 13). movies. and sometimes we wouldn’t talk at all. sometimes he didn’t come and some days I had tests. some days I would read. but somewhere in the middle of all of that we became friends. the friday before we got out for Christmas vacation he asked for my number. he didn’t text me till saturday night, but after that we couldn’t put our phones down. it was like those three weeks were the greatest weeks of my life and ironically I didn’t even see him. I was so scared for vaction to end because I didn’t know how he would act in real life. he was the cutest guy in the whole school. he had a million friends, a million girls who wanted him, he had everything he needed. so why even need me as a friend. I was so scared that once Alex saw me in real life again he would forget these wonderful 3 weeks we spent getting to know each other, telling each other everything. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When that monday came he texted me in the morning like usual but I got really embarrassed. how could I ever think I had a chance with a guy like him. it was totally obvious I liked him and I felt so pathetic. I convinced myself he was only texting back to be nice. so I didn’t respond. English is fourth period. he texted me again in third asking if everything was okay. I ignored it. I made sure I was the first kid in English. I went straight to my seat and started reading. Alex came in a couple minutes later and said hey Candace. I looked up and there he was standing, smiling so big and suddenly everything was okay. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;February 8th, 2007 during sixth period I got text asking if I could meet Alex at the stairs (the same one from the dance). as I walked over there thousands of thoughts were filling my head. I figured Alex was going to tell me to stop texting him or that our whole friendship was a joke or that he hated me. but when I got there he gave me a hug, our first hug ever. and my little body fit so perfectly into his arms. he sat down and so I akwardly sat down. we talked for awhile and at the end he asked if I wanted to hangout tomorrow (Friday). all I could stumble out was alone? and he smiled that amazing smile of his and said “of course I want you all to myself.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feburary 9th 2007 during the movie Alex held my hand. afterwards we got ice cream. we talked for what seemed like hours about anything we could think of. his brother eventually picked us up and when I got home I ran up the stairs and snuggled under my covers with the biggest smile. things we’re finally falling together in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;February 17 2007 was my 15th birthday. Alex wasn’t at school and he wasn’t responding to my texts. the last week had been perfect, we hung out once more and we we were constantly flirting through text and at school. I had this really sick feeling in my stomach that something bad happened. I searched every text trying to see what I had said to scare him off. I walked home and went to my room. around 530 the doorbell rang and I answered it. there was Alex with a single white rose and some balloons. happy birthday Candace ! he shouted. I started crying. it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I know it’s not the greatest or most creative but to me it was. no one had&lt;strong&gt; ever&lt;/strong&gt; given me that much thought or made me feel so special. then he showed me his car keys. he had gotten his liscence and that’s why he missed school. we went to eat philly cheesesteaks. after he drove me home and we took a walk to the park, our park. we sat on the swings and talked and then he kissed me. my first kiss ever. it was so awkward but so perfect. and to top it off he asked me to be his girlfriend.&lt;strong&gt; h i s  g i r l f r i e n d &lt;/strong&gt;. Alex’s girl. him all to myself, &lt;em&gt;forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alex was the first person in my life to actually make me feel worthy. he was my first real best friend. the first person I became comfortable with. the person I would run to first when anything happened, telling him my deepest secrets. he made me feel like there was something special about me. that I was beautiful. he was the best part of my life. and I feel in love with him so fast, so hard. the next six months we’re unbelievable. I learned how to care for someone. I mean truly care. the kind of bond where you would go through hell to see them for two minutes. deprivation of sleep, grades dropping, giving up anything to make them happy, to be around them. we shared so many adventures. just talking and kissing at our park. everyday him waiting for me at our stairs. trying new things. he was like a dream so perfect and beautiful and great and I was just this girl who he stumbled upon. it was overwhelming to think &lt;em&gt;he had choosen me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t get me wrong, we had our fights. we’d argue and get mad but we always seemed to fall back into place. except when it was about Megan. Megan was “like a sister to him” and at first she was really sweet and happy for us and she would try to talk to me and hang out. which was really nice because I had never had a real girl best friend. Alex had become my best friend, someone to share everything with. but when I needed to talk girl talk, or if I wanted to talk about him I couldn’t. so having Megan around was nice, until I saw the true bitch that she was. the first time I should have cut her out was about three months into our relationship. me and Megan we’re good friends at this time. she was asking how me and Alex met etc. so me thinking it was cute, told her how before me and Alex were close I used to ask him questions I already knew the answer to just to have the chance of hearing his voice. she said “omg that’s so cute you guys were totally meant to be” but what does she tell Alex? that “I used to think he was so stupid. I’d secretly mock him by asking him questions in English then making fun of the answers he gave me. and so technically our whole relationship was based off a lie” … um what the fuck bitch? he was skeptical but still hurt. because in his opinion there really was no reason for Megan to make up that whole story and hurt our relationship. even though she did. I should have seen there, that clearly she was jealous of me. of me and him. and that she wanted him, all to herself. but me and Alex worked through it, then me and Megan worked through it and for some reason, who the hell knows why, I forgave her. I think it was mostly because I didn’t want to lose the only other person in my life close to me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The second and final time she screwed me over. was about 5 months into our relationship. she came to my house for a sleepover. we went to the mall and ate and sort of shopped around. Megan saw these guys she knew (Megan goes to a different school) and she went to talk to them. I awkwardly stood there while they talked about some funny story or something. she left to grab a napkin and the guys tried to fill me in on the story. it was actually pretty funny so I cracked up. guess what this crazy bitch does? takes a picture of me and the guy laughing sends it to Alex then says how I’m cheating on him! she wrote a whole legit story about how she tried to stop me and all this bullshit. Alex was furious. me and him spent the next week and half working things out, almost breaking up. thank god that guy had a girlfriend and came to alex telling the truth. I was done with that crazy bitch Megan. but Alex forgave her ass! it took time, but still how could he forgive someone who almost ruined our relationship? he still talked to her form time to time. I would get so mad because of what she did, what she caused. it was so obvious that she wanted Alex but Alex was too stubborn to see it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On top of the whole Megan situation, I felt us drifting in some aspects. Alex was getting more and more into this group of people who lived for partying. he wouldnt let me inside his heart. he hid a dark past, trying to protect me. but it only ended in us growing apart. he was scared, but of what I didn’t know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;August 28, 2007 he takes me to another party. we went with a mutual friend, Tony. when we were in the car driving there I could tell Alex was really anxious and upset about something. I asked him what was wrong but he said nothing. as soon as we got to the party he went straight to the backyard and started chugging beers. I stood with Tony trying to figure out what happened. about an hour later I went looking for Alex. I walked into the back, the first thing I saw his lips on Megan. my whole world fell apart. as my squeal/scream/yell was about to come out Alex pushed Megan off him and saw me. but now I was pissed. I forced myself out the door grabbing Tony. Screaming at him to drive me home&lt;span&gt; now. me and Tony were in the front yard when Alex came bursting out. He started apologizing and yelling at me to listen to him. I scream right back “figure your life out, i’m done”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next five months we’re what I thought the hardest months of my life. I cried so many tears for him. how could it end up like this, I had done everything for this guy. everything to keep him happy. everything I could. I thought we were in love, I thought he loved me. did our phone calls our kisses our hugs our words mean nothing? all these emotions and experiences and adventures and this whole time together didn’t change him at all? he threw it all away, for what? a kiss with some drunk slut. I didn’t really have any friends at school, any friends in general. I had no one but him, &lt;em&gt;because I thought that was all I needed&lt;/em&gt;. I was broken, torn up, destroyed. I sat hour after hour day after day week after week broken because of what he did to me. slowly by slowly my life began to come back together. more time with some new found friends. more focus on school sports hobbies anything to keep my mind off him. I never told my new friends about Alex. I never spoke about him. I put on that fake smile for them and pretended like I had never loved him, that I had never had a boy like him in my life. because it was easier to run away from that pain than live with the sorrow so heavy in my broken heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A phone call. January 2008. I pick up. “hey its Alex can you meet me at our park” click. how many times had I dreamed of this moment? how many times had I played this scenario in my head? Alex comes running back to me apologizing with a thousand gifts, taking a hunger strike for me, doing something extreme. proving what I dreamed of hearing: Alex admitting that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. but I didn’t need that anymore, he broke my heart but made me tougher. I ached for him, his presence, his smell, his everything. but he would never know it. he turned me form this weak innocent girl into someone strong, or someone who could pretend they were strong. I threw my hair in a pony and put on my uggs. i walked to the park. When I saw you, you were beautiful. I had seen you very little at school passing in the hallways, and once when I went to the grocery store with my parents, but I never looked. I knew my heart couldn’t take it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“hi” Alex said. I sat on the bench. a million thoughts filled my head. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could you not fight for me? how could you let our relationship end like this? I gave you my everything why wasn’t in enough? why hadn’t you called these past five months? what have you been doing? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;but I said nothing. i stared forward, you stared at me. silence filled the air for a very long time until it all just exploded like vomit, word vomit. you said something about how your dad left when you were three and the night of the party he called asking to go to lunch that weekend. you sobbed. you yelled something along the lines of “how could a guy who was suppose to support, care, and protect me never show up to any games? when i was little and i did something good like get a touchdown or a good tackle i would look up in the crowds searching for him. how could he never help my mom when she was struggling? never show an ounce of love toward my family? then expect to go to lunch and catch up on old times. like we were fucking lost friends or something. how could a DAD give up his own son like he was an old toy. he never felt the heavy disappointed feeling each and every day that i felt. it filled my body. until i trained myself to forget him, completely. i learned how to live life without him in it.” he talked about how it was the worst feeling and how i had probably felt that with him and he was so sorry. how he had screwed up so bad how his vision became blurred, how crazy Megan was (FINALLY!) how she kissed him and how bad he felt. how each day he would dial my number then hang up. how sorry he was for not being there and protecting me like he should have. how seeing me every day and not being able to hold me was hell.  he talked about how he thought alcohol could maybe fix him. he talked about a million other things, he must have talked for at least an hour straight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I finally realized what he had been scared of, letting me in. trusting another person with his life. because he didn’t want to get hurt. not investing anything meant not loosing anything either. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He finally finished. not sure what to do i stood and faced him. and then i hugged him, so tight, forever. when we finally let go he was standing there smiling and suddenly everything felt okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent the next three months slowly trying to put our broken pieces back together. i was scared and hurt and confused. and so was he. I knew Megan meant nothing. he didn’t care for her,  i could tell. but still he betrayed me. left me on my own. complete cut off. thrown into the world. it’s not something that can be forgiven or forgotten easily. we started with some texts, a phone call here and there, him coming over. very very slowly. we built up our trust. I began to forgive him and let the hurt be filled with new memories. he began to let me slowly into his heart. things could get hard and sometimes the past came out and we would fight. but each day made a us a little closer, things were getting better.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;April 23, 2008 he texts me to meet him at our stairs. I go. He was standing there with this huge white stuffed bear. we sat down and he asked me to be his girlfriend. i said yes, i felt like if we could get through everything that happened we could get through anything. he told me the bear was for protection because he couldn’t be there every night to hold me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;may. june. july august. september. all great months. we continued to take things slow, but once we had the comfort of knowing we were “each others” again, things got even easier. the past faded and the present kept us happy. we went swimming and laughed and he taught me how to throw a football. he would watch me read. and we would kiss with everything we had. we tell each other everything. watch movies. cruise around. try new food. just do everything and anything. we would argue here and there about silly things, but we were young and in love and nothing could stop us. his senior was finally here and we were so happy. it’s like the timing was finally perfect for us. looking back from freshmen (his sophomore) year we had come such a long way, and with all our crazy family problems we felt like we deserved to feel this love. to have this experience. to be happy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;October 3, 2008 he calls me crying and asks me to go to the park. i run over there find him bawling in the sand. i immediately hug him. repeatedly asking him whats wrong telling him i love him. he gets up looks me in the eyes and says “Babe i have cancer.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;October was a beautiful month. he had shoulder cancer in his right shoulder, his throwing arm. he went through chemo, and seemed to be getting better. we spent alot of time in his room in that bed of his just laying there. me filling him in on school and everything. him listening and stroking my hair. at the end of october his hair began falling out. it was so hard to watch. but he was still the most handsome boy. sometimes we would walk to the park when he was feeling good. and enjoy the fading sunshine. we watched alot of movies, alot of classics. and i read a thousand books in that bed. but i stayed strong, for him. our first realtionship he was strong for me. showing me how to love myself by loving someone else. showing me how beautiful and important i was to the world. and now it was my turn. i would cook for him and tell him stories and treat him like nothing different. i gave him my heart that month. i showed him how important and beautiful he was to me. things were looking good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;November 7, 2008 he finds out, but does not tell me, that the cancer has spread to his brain and he has developed 5 tumors. he convinces the doctors to give him this one last weekend. that weekend he took me out to a really nice resturant the first night. we got all dressed up. then we came back to his house and watched a movie, i fell asleep in his arms. the next day we went to the beach in the morning. and then a muesum in the afternoon. i can’t put it into words, but the the whole weekend was perfect. our perfect weekend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When monday came he told me about the tumors and was admitted into the hospital. I smiled and kissed him. I told him we would pull through it. that night I cried endlessly, so sad and scared for him. I was destroyed but i had to stay strong for Alex.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Things got worse very quick, everything was falling apart but we were staying strong. our love seemed to last through it all. even when Alex got really really sick, like deathly sick, I would hold his hand and tell him everything that was going on. That weekend, his final weekend, I gave him the white bear and told him it would protect him when I couldn’t. we cried. I gave him his final kiss november 16, 2008.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;November 17, 2008 Alex dies in the early morning holding our bear, I get the phone call.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thought our break up the first time was the worst pain, boy was I wrong. this pain, this huge hole in my heart was the worst feeling. i couldn’t move, couldn’t breath without him by my side. i needed him. life literally was moving while i was stuck in this moment. this depression. Alex was and had been my life since the first day I saw him in my freshman English class. it made me so sad to think of all the expierence he would never have, all the expierence we lost. he wouldn’t have his 18th birthday, never vote, never go to prom, or see his football team make it to the playoffs, never get to gradute, he would never get so many things. but why?&lt;strong&gt;he didn’t deserve this, none of it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;he deserved the world.&lt;/em&gt; he had given me everything I had in life. he filled my life with happiness, with worth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i ached for him, his scent, his kisses, his hugs, his love, his voice, his hands, his everything. i couldn’t leave my house, couldn’t do anything. i couldn’t function without him. all i wanted, dreamed, and thought about was him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and so slowly, day after day, month after month, I got stronger. &lt;strong&gt;I continued to live for Alex.&lt;/strong&gt; and our relationship continues, I visit him every week. I let him know what’s going on in my life and never forget to tell him I love him. he’s still the first person I run to when something happens. when I got into penn state he found out first. when my cousin came to live with my family he knew. I buy him lots of flowers, draw him pictures, write letters. I go to him for advice. he listens, like always so patiently. I visit our stairs every now and then. often walking to our park. and i read his last letter to me daily hugging my big white bear. I still am fully in love with Alex. he still means everything to me, and he is still my world. he still completes me as a person. he is still forever in my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;so this ones for the girls who think you’ll never find somebody. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. for the girls with the broken heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if he won’t fix it another guy will come along and put your heart back together, even better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; and for the girls who have a boyfriend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don’t take him, or your realtionship for granted. love him, hold him tight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for the long-distance realtionships be greatful you get to hear his voice, or at least his thoughts expressed through his words. don’t brush off little kisses and hugs, because i would give up everything for one last kiss, one last conversation with Alex. be young, fall in love and once you find him. hold him close to your heart for as long as you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexander, my love, my baby, my life, stay strong I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;by anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw this at someone's tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8183515893691411219?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8183515893691411219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8183515893691411219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthdays-holidays-anniversaries-are.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-549217608060636103</id><published>2010-11-27T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:16:16.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, i doubt anyone is reading but i will just update it ba. Went for class bbq. Fun max! Rent bikes with simone, ahmad, lk, yw, xq, we, hs and a few more. Cycled around with them then cycled to downtown east with a few boys and simone. Bought charcoal and stuff for bbq. Got my shirt dirty when pulling the pack of charcoal. :/ Speed back. (Y) Lk went through between a couple then tio shoot by ahmad. xD Cycled from 6 to 8, returned bikes. Back to bbq pit and slack for awhile. Went ws with G, J and kx. J went off first then ate mac for dinner with G and kx. 3-ed home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-549217608060636103?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/549217608060636103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/549217608060636103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-i-doubt-anyone-is-reading-but-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5922616672342915296</id><published>2010-11-22T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:12:50.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things that are going to come into your life that you feel, after a while, you can't live without. But eventually everything in life must come to an end. Whether it's something as simple as a vacation with your friends or as passionate as your first love. Nothing lasts forever. So just remember, we've all been there... So before you cry... just remember, you hold the memories in your very heart and that, ya'll, is the true meaning of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-5922616672342915296?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5922616672342915296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5922616672342915296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-are-so-many-things-that-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7363432277473336056</id><published>2010-11-13T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:07:58.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TN6Nou6ap6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TsB1DF1Kp4o/s1600/tumblr_kwqgay1al11qa92g7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TN0n87o6Z5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Lge2r4GeDhc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538627044490504082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Credits: Yahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8857036906539086949?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8857036906539086949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8857036906539086949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/credits-yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TN0n87o6Z5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Lge2r4GeDhc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8130951609319379580</id><published>2010-11-11T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:58:49.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TNt9dBEuQ4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/bgCHz78zJOA/s1600/148796_1544095362494_1238293006_31570577_7193539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538158104240079746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TNt9dBEuQ4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/bgCHz78zJOA/s400/148796_1544095362494_1238293006_31570577_7193539_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this at bel's blog. (:!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8130951609319379580?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8130951609319379580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8130951609319379580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/found-this-at-bels-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TNt9dBEuQ4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/bgCHz78zJOA/s72-c/148796_1544095362494_1238293006_31570577_7193539_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8278234835265695755</id><published>2010-10-29T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:38:59.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, super bored at home. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8278234835265695755?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8278234835265695755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8278234835265695755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahhh-super-bored-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4236037635887538319</id><published>2010-10-28T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:27:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! ^^ Did ipp in class, kinda fun. Got back my report book. Results sucks, i don't want to go e4 or e5 next year. ): Kind of regret for not studying properly. Went black box for algewoods. Class lost, its okay at least they tried their best. (: I'm going to miss 2e2'10, the best class ever. &lt;3 Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4236037635887538319?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4236037635887538319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4236037635887538319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-did-ipp-in-class-kinda-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4640594295206700058</id><published>2010-10-27T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:58:38.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. (: Went discovery centre today. Was still okay, just kinda boring. Ate chocolates and then fell asleep on the bus back to school. Ate at school canteen, went to change then went to ava room to watch the algewoods. Our class won, wheee! ;D Dance training then 17-ed home alone. I have no ways to spend away the global value left in prepaid so i can't top up and that equals to can' t text. ): Mum refused to lend me her extra sim, idiot. -.- Anybody got any overseas number to let me spam call? Kays,bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4640594295206700058?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4640594295206700058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4640594295206700058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4957109440090410586</id><published>2010-10-26T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:37:19.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo. ;D went for dance just now again. Was late then sfd said if i'm late again next time she will make me run or something. 39-ed home alone,wanted to wait for him but end up didn't. Mum told me just now that maybe she's gonna change my line to unlimited sms, hehe. Going science centre tomorrow during school hours i think. My tagboard is so freaking dead. Kays,byebye. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4957109440090410586?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4957109440090410586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4957109440090410586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4369781699503053843</id><published>2010-10-25T11:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:35:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and calm your most frightening fears, to fight your battles and show no shame to scream my love for you out loud all over the land. I love you.&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/1529576226837973217-4369781699503053843?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4369781699503053843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4369781699503053843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-that-you-are-not-perfect-and-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8082872699475167349</id><published>2010-10-23T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T17:05:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello:D got back my results yesterday. Sucks ttm. after school, A came to find me and kx. Movie together. Someone like more scared than me,lmao xD. Walked around after that, he left at 4.30. Went to eat with kx, slacked a bit then 3-ed home together. Today,went back to school for dance. It was quite okay but tiring. 39-ed home alone. kays,bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8082872699475167349?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8082872699475167349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8082872699475167349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/hellod-got-back-my-results-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3527098477266575664</id><published>2010-10-15T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:35:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can. you. please. fucking. update. your. blog!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;k bye. ily.&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3527098477266575664?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3527098477266575664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3527098477266575664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/can.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-958291450493890423</id><published>2010-10-09T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:18:34.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend. Or else ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer. It’ll make her feel secure that you love her more than the other girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If a guy is bothering your girlfriend, it is your right to beat the shit out of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle. Let her win once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t ever lie to us; we always find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We love it when you hug us from behind and whisper in our ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Girls need to hear how you feel about them. Often. Tell her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's cheating as soon as you're doing something with her that you wouldn't want me to see, hear, read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For the record: I'd rather you break up with me than cheat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You like her, make a move. Don’t just sit there, you will fail, and you won’t get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Call sometimes, just to say hi, not for a certain reason. When we see your number on caller ID, our heart always skips a beat. Try calling just to say good night, or good morning, its soo adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. We like it when you hold us when we're crying. It's good to feel loved and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We like our hands to be held and our waists to be touched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you don't call us, then we will spend hours thinking about why you never called, and we will waste a lot of time thinking about it, eventually coming to the conclusion that we don't like you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We lost interest quickly if you lead us on but never take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If we're not talking to you, we secretly want you to talk to us first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you’re jealous, it may suck for you, but we think it’s attractive if you really care that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If a girl really likes you, just seeing you will make her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't play hard to get. We’ll get bored and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do chivalrous things when we least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Don't tell us you love us unless you are positive you mean it. If we don't say it back, it's just that we really want to mean it when we say it. Don't say it right away, then it shows lack of commitment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't go to our friends to talk about us. Come straight to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If she’s not feeling loved, she will start looking.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I'm unimpressed with a man who doesn't take the lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I'm more forgiving of you than I really should be. Don’t you dare take advantage of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You are our boyfriend, our man, our protector, whether you know it or not, you are; act like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you did something wrong, apologize. Even if you didn’t, do it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. We are self-conscious by nature; we can’t help it. Let it be. \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Go along with her to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely. We think that’s really cute and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do not be afraid of holding her. If she’s going out with you in the first place, it’s obvious that she likes you and wants to be in your arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do not cheat on a girl. We girls talk, we WILL know, and we WILL find out, and we WILL dump you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Never ever miss an opportunity to tell her that she’s beautiful. We girls love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  If she slapped you hard, you probably deserved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last but not least , love her and treat her the way she wants it. Never make her sad &amp; never make her cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-958291450493890423?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/958291450493890423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/958291450493890423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4072038670917009605</id><published>2010-10-01T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:46:50.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZys2HBrWI/AAAAAAAAArw/9d2k6lu3HdQ/s1600/DSC02715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZys2HBrWI/AAAAAAAAArw/9d2k6lu3HdQ/s400/DSC02715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523228107781287266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZys-lloNI/AAAAAAAAAro/2uO-S59SW4w/s1600/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZys-lloNI/AAAAAAAAAro/2uO-S59SW4w/s400/DSC02714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523228110056956114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyiyu4WYI/AAAAAAAAArg/baT6JfZg6KU/s1600/DSC02713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyiyu4WYI/AAAAAAAAArg/baT6JfZg6KU/s400/DSC02713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523227935076014466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyi1GYrNI/AAAAAAAAArY/-j7FJZx3eGE/s1600/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyi1GYrNI/AAAAAAAAArY/-j7FJZx3eGE/s400/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523227935711472850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyijDpqaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hP0DWV0So2w/s1600/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyijDpqaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hP0DWV0So2w/s400/DSC02711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523227930868165026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyis_luSI/AAAAAAAAArI/WVvGYfXG2BM/s1600/DSC02709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyis_luSI/AAAAAAAAArI/WVvGYfXG2BM/s400/DSC02709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523227933535484194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyicAJpxI/AAAAAAAAArA/3-nrbQvG0eE/s1600/DSC02703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZyicAJpxI/AAAAAAAAArA/3-nrbQvG0eE/s400/DSC02703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523227928974436114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey:D stayed back in school to do art today with johann and kx. Both of them are super sick! i swear. Laughed like siao. Didnt really do the prep work. We just kept talking and laughing xD A came,pei him for a short while then went canteen to slack with j and kx. Homed with kx after that (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4072038670917009605?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4072038670917009605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4072038670917009605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/heyd-stayed-back-in-school-to-do-art.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKZys2HBrWI/AAAAAAAAArw/9d2k6lu3HdQ/s72-c/DSC02715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-9024949382008049977</id><published>2010-09-29T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:41:30.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKNCBfXPYgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cFQfGtYWO2s/s1600/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKNCBfXPYgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cFQfGtYWO2s/s400/boo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522330161452638722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-9024949382008049977?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/9024949382008049977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/9024949382008049977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TKNCBfXPYgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/cFQfGtYWO2s/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5297948022667809879</id><published>2010-09-26T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:16:02.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TJ665Cb52cI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZljuXXS2ssc/s1600/11111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TJ665Cb52cI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZljuXXS2ssc/s400/11111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521055682272025026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-5297948022667809879?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5297948022667809879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5297948022667809879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TJ665Cb52cI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZljuXXS2ssc/s72-c/11111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3442608125103590273</id><published>2010-09-23T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:35:45.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TJq8hRZBMtI/AAAAAAAAApo/zlI1KQ0Dgkc/s1600/sebest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519931573086008018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TJq8hRZBMtI/AAAAAAAAApo/zlI1KQ0Dgkc/s320/sebest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( took this during one of the swimming lessons,haha xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey;D i just realised i didnt update for such a long time. Went home straight after school on monday and tuesday (: kena food poisoning on tuesday so i went to see a doctor and i didnt go to school for two days. I'm at home now waiting for 10 o' clock. Super bored now. Guess i'm gonna meet A after school tomorrow. Kays,bye :D&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/1529576226837973217-3442608125103590273?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3442608125103590273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3442608125103590273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/took-this-during-one-of-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TJq8hRZBMtI/AAAAAAAAApo/zlI1KQ0Dgkc/s72-c/sebest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-304358501244334322</id><published>2010-09-12T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:11:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. Calvin is cute, i swear. ehehe. so long never talk to him alr. and kinda suprised when he talked to me. so long never joke and all with him, kinda miss th past now eh, heh. he's bloody cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-304358501244334322?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/304358501244334322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/304358501244334322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1048716371791416061</id><published>2010-09-03T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:25:12.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey:D normal lessons. after school met kx outside school. A came,trained. Me and A was walking very slow and we realised we lost kx. walked around trying to look for her,we kinda got lost:x called kx,went to look for her. stayed outside then bused to bedok. Talk for awhile,left with A while kx went to look for her cousin. Bused home with him (: Kinda left out kx the whole day,sorry!:/ Kays,bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1048716371791416061?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1048716371791416061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1048716371791416061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/heyd-normal-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2870584535199710186</id><published>2010-08-31T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:52:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy:D i'm super bored now but i cant text ): today's concert is damn nice (: after school,went cs and lunch with kx. Juey and some ppl came,after awhile went back to sch for dance. Reach sch like 20mins early,wtf. dance,met kx after that. Homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you ):&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/1529576226837973217-2870584535199710186?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2870584535199710186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2870584535199710186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/heyyd-im-super-bored-now-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1434157242737037693</id><published>2010-08-30T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:37:27.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 1st month anni! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1434157242737037693?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1434157242737037693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1434157242737037693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-1st-month-anni-3.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4522685561450517151</id><published>2010-08-28T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:33:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello:D its 1.30am now and i am still awake. A fell asleep when texting me halfway ): After school,got my class tee. 34-ed to airport with kx. Slacked there and played around. Left at 5.30pm,reached home at 6 plus. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;2 more days ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1529576226837973217-4522685561450517151?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4522685561450517151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4522685561450517151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/hellod-its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8235183494729612698</id><published>2010-08-18T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:38:05.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi:D i'm still awake now trying to write the han yu ping yin for the oral thingy-.- Sooo chim sia!&gt;&lt; Tomorrow got maths test,english test and chinese oral too. Ahhh,shit man:x Nights! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8235183494729612698?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8235183494729612698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8235183494729612698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/hid-im-still-awake-now-trying-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5473990290967808590</id><published>2010-08-16T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:05:17.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH,anyone got spare phone?:x&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;imy ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1529576226837973217-5473990290967808590?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5473990290967808590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5473990290967808590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/ahhhanyone-got-spare-phonex-imy.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2749256406387552165</id><published>2010-08-15T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:40:59.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A, i miss you badly ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-2749256406387552165?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2749256406387552165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2749256406387552165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7651870918065575129</id><published>2010-08-08T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:49:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TF4a7fHQpMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EemLYpWmydU/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TF4a7fHQpMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EemLYpWmydU/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502865403959878850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! Yesterday went school for the national day dinner performance. Practice,eat,put on make up and performed. Quite fun (: Changed back after performing then went 711 with hs,we,irene and bel. After that walked to tm with bel. She bought starbucks then we went t1's rooftop to look for zj. Bused together after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7651870918065575129?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7651870918065575129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7651870918065575129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-yesterday-went-school-for-national.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TF4a7fHQpMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EemLYpWmydU/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-931695714125306935</id><published>2010-08-04T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:36:35.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still trying to complete the 3000 words essay&gt;&lt; Late today again. Didnt manage to complete the essay as there was dance training today. Dm only allow me to take back my ezlink ): My phone laaaaa ): mum refused to lend me her spare phone,freak you man!:@ think will get back tomorrow. Off to continue doing,nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you ):&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not telling you that my phone is confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if you will read this.&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/1529576226837973217-931695714125306935?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/931695714125306935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/931695714125306935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/still-trying-to-complete-3000-words.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-796648806477485037</id><published>2010-08-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:22:09.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss A, ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-796648806477485037?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/796648806477485037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/796648806477485037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4412291004472689233</id><published>2010-08-02T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:50:40.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TFa_E2YMlRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/098h4H6Z6CQ/s1600/39020_440870222791_536062791_5952509_4239062_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500794084917024018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TFa_E2YMlRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/098h4H6Z6CQ/s320/39020_440870222791_536062791_5952509_4239062_n-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4412291004472689233?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4412291004472689233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4412291004472689233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/TFa_E2YMlRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/098h4H6Z6CQ/s72-c/39020_440870222791_536062791_5952509_4239062_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1739471056685341648</id><published>2010-07-30T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:34:19.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Super bored now&gt;&lt; prepaid super low and bill bao so cant text): after school went to eat with kx then went back to school to settle stuff. Went to 201 mac. Saw this small boy,cute max!^^ kx tried to take picture of him but the boy refuse to take. Went pasa malam,bought food. Kx dont dare to buy cause the man who is selling guai guai de xD help her buy then walked around. Went void deck to eat and chat then 3-ed home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1739471056685341648?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1739471056685341648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1739471056685341648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi_30.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-6433050487278475368</id><published>2010-07-26T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:16:59.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooooo:D i'm bored now so I decided to blog (: after school went tm,century sq and t1 with kx. Saw queenie at mac so she came over to our table to chat. She say jw last time gave negative and mean comments on someone:x so meannn!&gt;&lt; after eating ice cream then walked around. Tore paper to form letter a and c (;  3ed home with kx. Saw C. when the bus passed by the traffic light but too far so can't see properly. But he's cute (: Maybe not sleeping tonight as yj not sleeping tonight cause of maths&gt;&lt; gonna pei him text I guess :/ kay signing off,nights ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-6433050487278475368?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6433050487278475368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6433050487278475368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/hellooooood-im-bored-now-so-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5135413217515711937</id><published>2010-07-20T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:02:29.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyy:D I'm super bored now ): today's swimming lesson sucks ttm! I swear. I will not be looking forward to swimming lessons anymore. Chiong back to school after swimming&gt;&lt; bai lao shi was there,haha. Everybody was so scared of him,hohoho (: kays,goodnight ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-5135413217515711937?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5135413217515711937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5135413217515711937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/heyyyyd-im-super-bored-now-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5539528445660597433</id><published>2010-07-17T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:04:59.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi:D so anyway i'm bored now so i decided to blog(: chatting online but still bored. Mum wanted to confiscate my phone but i refused to give her so she went to tell my dad xD. Dad say this time he give me chance so i told him this month msg also bombed le. Told him i next time wont bomb le so he say for last month and this month nevermind,wont confiscate. &lt;strong&gt;So take that bitch!:D&lt;/strong&gt; Tuesday got swimming lessons and i'm looking forward to it^^ k,bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-5539528445660597433?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5539528445660597433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5539528445660597433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/hid-so-anyway-im-bored-now-so-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2812247109035568238</id><published>2010-07-16T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:15:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Fell asleep during mt lessons,tk disturbed-.-  recieved text from someone and i woke up&gt;&lt; still can tease me sia,tsk. Went to eat with kx after school then walked around. Saw weilin and may,talked for awhile. They went to movie while me and kx coninued walking around. Chatted a lot^^ sat down at ljs to wait for emilyn. Saw qunxiang and his friend. Emilyn came,walked to interchange and 3-ed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-2812247109035568238?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2812247109035568238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2812247109035568238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-803483107421533477</id><published>2010-07-15T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:43:44.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyhi:D normal lessons today,went science lab for science. play with with bulbs,batteries and wires(: someone kena scolded): after school had geo supp then went to meet zhaoyuan for lunch with kx then 3-ed home. Was texting for awhile. Message bombed LOL. kays,bye^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-803483107421533477?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/803483107421533477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/803483107421533477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/heyhid-normal-lessons-todaywent-science.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2511176492527764193</id><published>2010-07-10T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:01:05.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello:D went out with kx after school yesterday. Pei her eat then went to buy present. Walked around after that and mrted to white sands to meet family. Went sakae sushi to eat,ate till I was super full. 3ed home. Went to have a haircut this morning. Fringe still kinda weird,ah nevermind. K,bye~ Happy belated birthday chengwen!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-2511176492527764193?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2511176492527764193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2511176492527764193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/hellod-went-out-with-kx-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7031698360865366291</id><published>2010-07-09T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:59:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WO SHI BAI CHI. :bbbbbb!!&lt;br /&gt;树上的小鸟飞~ yay, i &lt;3&gt;birdyFroggy.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, i fucking hope that it'll rain or Tuesday or whatsoever, if not my angkong how. ): ah fuck laaa. plz rain~ heavyyyyyy rain. idw to swim on Tuesday, i cant la. ew. anyone got any ways to prevent my leg from touching th water even if im in th water? D: DIE MAN. k anyway im not Denise. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7031698360865366291?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7031698360865366291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7031698360865366291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/wo-shi-bai-chi.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-9159679027983284740</id><published>2010-07-06T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:16:29.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ahhhh,bitch. I show you attitude cause you read my messages,dumb. Piss me off then still want celebrate my birthday with me.. Dont spoil my mood la goondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-9159679027983284740?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/9159679027983284740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/9159679027983284740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/ahhhhbitch.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1038578381488988127</id><published>2010-07-06T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:55:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Whats the point of returning me my phone when you will be checking my messages? All thanks to you la,bitch. AHHHH,why my life so screwed?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1038578381488988127?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1038578381488988127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1038578381488988127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-point-of-returning-me-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7988062171357001075</id><published>2010-07-04T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:41:43.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit,today damn suay. Not in good mood. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Will still be replying tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7988062171357001075?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7988062171357001075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7988062171357001075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/shittoday-damn-suay.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5023830661767089730</id><published>2010-07-03T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:05:15.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi:D currently using mum's phone to blog. Bored like hell! Chatting online with Ron now,he sprained his wrist:/ yesterday went t mart with kx. Met rush and other people. Wanted to leave at around 6 but end up got some things so reached home at 8. Tomorrow still got tuition,sianz. Okay,nights(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-5023830661767089730?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5023830661767089730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5023830661767089730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/07/hid-currently-using-mums-phone-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5406626042871632761</id><published>2010-06-30T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:30:37.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hii:D Normal lessons,went com lab for the oral practice thingy i didnt do. After school,bought drinks. Didnt eat during recess and lunch,haha can jian fei LOL. Changed then went hall,did warm up. Rehearse two times first time like totally fail then second time better(: After dance,bought drinks then walked to bus stop with waner,wq and xb. 3-ed home after that. Chat with waner all the way,laughed a lot. k,nights(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-5406626042871632761?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5406626042871632761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5406626042871632761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiid-normal-lessonswent-com-lab-for.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2086928946206382007</id><published>2010-06-29T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:43:24.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi:D ran under the rain in the morning,super cold&gt;&lt; called jingwen before going under the rain,wanted to ask her to bring umbrella for me but she ask me run under rain lol. Lessons super boring,slept during mt lessons. Pe took height and weight,i didnt grow at all still same height and weight,wtf-.- Rush to music room to take cca tee and changed. Went to 7eleven to buy food,ate. Photo taking then dance training. Tomorrow still got training,our teacher ask us to wear back the same shirt,she say dont need wash eew. Washed it,hopefully will dry tomorrow:X kays,night^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you lots ):&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/1529576226837973217-2086928946206382007?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2086928946206382007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2086928946206382007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/hid-ran-under-rain-in-morningsuper-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-944216435983891492</id><published>2010-06-27T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:21:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone requested this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eating out at a food centre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A class outing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Write a story beginning with: ”Mary and I had      been good friends.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:arial;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Spare the rod and spoil the child.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center; font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Section Two&lt;/b&gt; [30 marks]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center; font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Begin your answer on a fresh page.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You are advised to write between 150 and 250 words for this section.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You should read the information carefully and plan your answer before beginning to write.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You recently returned from a vacation that you really enjoyed. Write a letter to your friend telling him / her about the trip that you took with your family. In your letter you must include the following information: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;·        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when and where you went &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;·        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where you and your family stayed &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;·        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what places of interest you visited; include at least two places you went to &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;·        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what other interesting things you and your family did&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;·        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how you felt about your trip&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should include any further information which you think would be helpful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your letter should be set out correctly, in clear, accurate English and in an appropriate tone and style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  haha,bye^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-944216435983891492?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/944216435983891492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/944216435983891492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/someone-requested-this.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3374054320723693427</id><published>2010-06-27T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:50:19.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This sucks.. i will never ever wait again ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3374054320723693427?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3374054320723693427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3374054320723693427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8049150737546605947</id><published>2010-06-26T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:00:10.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi:D mood was bad yesterday:/ used com till 1 plus in the morning then off. Recieved msg then was super moody,went to sleep. Gonna chiong ipw with waner and woochiang later. Woochaing that stupid leader now last minute then tell us what to do-.-'' Havent even started lol. Homework havent finish too. School starting,homework and swimming lessons.. shit man. Okay,bye^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8049150737546605947?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8049150737546605947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8049150737546605947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/hid-mood-was-bad-yesterday-used-com.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1453089397349702317</id><published>2010-06-23T11:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:40:15.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so freaking bored now so back to blogging,not mia-ing anymore. Chatting online now but still super bored&gt;&lt; going out for lunch later. Took a quiz on fb. Same results as ... -.-'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results: Dear Denise Wang, You are an outgoing and cheerful person. Although you get frustrated sometimes, you get through hard times easily and are joyful again. Your friendly personality makes you attractive in the eyes of the opposite sex, but this makes your spouse feel insecure. Your lack of emotion is a disadvantage, but your candor has made you popular.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: ...&lt;br /&gt;웃 : Friends of your gender find it hard to understand you.&lt;br /&gt;웃 : You have an innocent thinking.&lt;br /&gt;웃 : But it attracts members of the opposite sex. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/kind_of_person/index.php"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/kind_of_person/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1453089397349702317?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1453089397349702317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1453089397349702317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-so-freaking-bored-now-so-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1003274384580529528</id><published>2010-06-19T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:32:19.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ILMC. K BYEZ. :b not MIA-ING anymore. thankz and tag moreee. i want angkong. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1003274384580529528?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1003274384580529528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1003274384580529528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/ilmc.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4674970211343346915</id><published>2010-06-17T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:16:04.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;MIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will not be posting for awhile. I will still reply tags(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1529576226837973217-4674970211343346915?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4674970211343346915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4674970211343346915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8414734177400136592</id><published>2010-06-12T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:44:13.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. New maid came today,no more housework for me^^ tomorrow still got tuition:X Chatting online now,super sian. Gonna sleep soon,bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I miss you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like talking to you but you're not online..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8414734177400136592?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8414734177400136592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8414734177400136592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_12.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-6890995753240011319</id><published>2010-06-11T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:40:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!:D went Giant with aunt,brothers and grandma in the morning. Bought lots of food(: went koufu for lunch then cabbed home. Was online just now and jc's cousin talked to me. He talk like a perv la,seriously. Did some chinese work just now. K,bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you so much..&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/1529576226837973217-6890995753240011319?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6890995753240011319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6890995753240011319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/hellod-went-giant-with-auntbrothers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3713916835798403289</id><published>2010-06-10T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:34:13.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos(: dad is an asshole,i swear-.- went out for breakfast with family but in the end got so pissed off by dad. Came home alone straight away after finishing my food. Maybe going out to giant later with grandma,not confirm. Ouh ya,phone confiscated anything call my house phone. Okays,bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3713916835798403289?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3713916835798403289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3713916835798403289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/hellos-dad-is-assholei-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8947935630187310469</id><published>2010-06-04T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:16:39.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When you're in love and you get hurt, it's like a cut, it will heal with time but the scars will never fade. True love is when you shed a tear and still want him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8947935630187310469?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8947935630187310469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8947935630187310469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-youre-in-love-and-you-get-hurt-its.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5876131618267329811</id><published>2010-06-03T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:09:46.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. 3-ed to school for dance. Went water cooler with wanqi then walk around downstairs. Kena hafiz cause of fringe-.- went up change to shoes and clipped up fringe then go downstairs to show hafiz. Back to music room,danced. Super slack la and very fun^^ After dance, went mac with wanqi and waner. Ate ice cream and ice milo :3 shopped for wanqi's clothes and 3-ed home together. Nights(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe i'm not that important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-5876131618267329811?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5876131618267329811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5876131618267329811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1541012659795660448</id><published>2010-06-02T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:13:59.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I type out a whole bunch but blogger got problem then all gone-.- Back from camp, kinda sucks. Smelly,dirty and no doors toilet. Lots of mosquitoes and little food. Activities,night walk,gunung panti expedition,campfire and area cleaning. I love campfire(: Fun max! Zc was super retarded but cute. Night walk was super scary&gt;&lt; expedition was kinda fun but the food was super digusting,didnt eat. Did area cleaning in the last day did reflection and back to school. Cabbed to 201 mac,ate and chat. Cabbed home. Still tired after a few hourse of sleep. Gonna sleep soon,nights^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiz):&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/1529576226837973217-1541012659795660448?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1541012659795660448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1541012659795660448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-type-out-whole-bunch-but-blogger-got.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2923359457949829359</id><published>2010-05-27T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:17:30.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost late for school, i took damn long to look for a cab. Slacking the whole day:D cabbed to kx's house,wait for her dowbnstairs. She took fugging long to take her science file-.-'' mac for lunch. omg,i bet i'm gonna put on weight): bused to tm,went ljs to help her sort out her worksheets. I'm sucha nice friend(: Walked around,saw angeline. Met mummy, back to school. Recieved msg from someone,haiz&gt;&lt; Parents conference with faridah, i was like laughing during the whole conference la:D To tm,bought 2 sport shorts for camp. I seriously hate shopping with mum! 3-ed home, was thinking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will miss you too )':&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/1529576226837973217-2923359457949829359?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2923359457949829359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2923359457949829359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost-late-for-school-i-took-damn-long.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2172048676839537419</id><published>2010-05-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:30:00.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Yong Ren and Yan Si!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-2172048676839537419?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2172048676839537419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2172048676839537419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-yong-ren-and-yan-sid.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1898039875055768057</id><published>2010-05-22T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:38:05.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_fB7Q-lJXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tS_-G-X7k9Y/s1600/DSC01634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474057096006018418" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_fB7Q-lJXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tS_-G-X7k9Y/s320/DSC01634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_fB6xdXHmI/AAAAAAAAAho/nyMR-h1Xcjw/s1600/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474057087545187938" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_fB6xdXHmI/AAAAAAAAAho/nyMR-h1Xcjw/s320/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; HELLOOOOOOO:D shall talk about yesterday's cip trip(: waited super long for all the classmates to assemble. Juwon kena pangseh HAHAHHA. the bus journey was super hot! the air con like no wind de-.-'' reach there and started taking plastic bags and gloves to use to pick up rubbish. Didnt pick up anything HAHAHA i threw my plastic bag and gloves into lionel's plastic bag:D drew stuff on sand:&gt; Kx started screaming LOL. played around, i wanna go to the beach again! wash up,bought apple juice. Ate chocolate. Lee koon danced,i swear it was fugging funny:D bused back to school. Went tm with kx to eat. Walked around and kx took 15 min to solve something and in the end i owe her something:X 3-ed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1898039875055768057?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1898039875055768057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1898039875055768057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/kx-started-screaming-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_fB7Q-lJXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tS_-G-X7k9Y/s72-c/DSC01634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3915591850437475263</id><published>2010-05-20T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:52:55.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_UFxge8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/I6v1X6C_Gfg/s1600/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_UFxge8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/I6v1X6C_Gfg/s320/DSC01613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473287270230156434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_UGCb1aA5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/k5qskN-vVjA/s1600/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_UGCb1aA5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/k5qskN-vVjA/s320/DSC01615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473287561039971218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone requested this so here it is. Not posting here today,posted on private blog. Results are bad): Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3915591850437475263?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3915591850437475263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3915591850437475263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/someone-requested-this-so-here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_UFxge8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/I6v1X6C_Gfg/s72-c/DSC01613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7832269835757023026</id><published>2010-05-19T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:21:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo^^ went lp for breakfast then came back do house work. Going school later for dance training. Forget some steps le:X Texting with A now(: Maybe will post later when i'm back from school. My blog is lacking of tags): Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel so miserable last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cried,feel so much better after that.&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/1529576226837973217-7832269835757023026?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7832269835757023026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7832269835757023026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-went-lp-for-breakfast-then-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7021589302517872838</id><published>2010-05-18T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:55:22.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_KNYMSasOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yz20KvtUELM/s1600/L13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_KNYMSasOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yz20KvtUELM/s320/L13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472591943963422946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yooo. Morning went lp with family for breakfast. Homed,swept the whole house,mop the dining room and pack all the beds. Helped mummy with housework cause maid went back due to some problems. Was sweating like hell after finishing doing. Finger got cut when doing&gt;&lt; Went lp for lunch too. Did sewing the whole day.. Chatting with A now(: End here,bye^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7021589302517872838?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7021589302517872838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7021589302517872838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/went-lp-for-lunch-too_18.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_KNYMSasOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yz20KvtUELM/s72-c/L13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3427444033564500107</id><published>2010-05-17T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:09:24.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_ExPXiLmQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OiSltoLqSG8/s1600/L12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472209162317043970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_ExPXiLmQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OiSltoLqSG8/s320/L12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yo,exams over!~ hehe:D Manage to complete everything before the art exam end. Met weilin and may with kx. Took bus to some place call buangkok cause we missed our stop. Cabbed then slack for awhile cabbed again to Daiso. Bought the felt for the bear(: Had fun^^ We kinda got lost when going to the places.. Mrt back to pasir ris while the others alighted at Tanah Merah. Wanted to go with them but mother keep on calling. Basket! 3ed home,saw stacy. Stop here,very tired not enough sleep cause slept at 1plus am.. Bye(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope that we are not drifting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a feeling that something's gonna change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3427444033564500107?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3427444033564500107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3427444033564500107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoexams-over-hehed-manage-to-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S_ExPXiLmQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OiSltoLqSG8/s72-c/L12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4639713218908276274</id><published>2010-05-16T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:23:33.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello^^ Its 11.19am now so little people online. I'm fugging bored.. Shall do a quiz that i saw a ny's blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;01. Who was your last text  from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;02. Where was your default picture  taken?(MSN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;03. Your relationship  status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;04. Have you ever lost a close  friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;05. What is your current  mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;06. How many siblings do you  have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;07. Whats your brother(s)/sister(s)  names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dextor and Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;08. Where do you wish you were  right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Outside with kaixuan slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;09. Have a crazy  side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Ever had a near death  experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Something you do a  lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LAUGH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Angry at  anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. What's stopping you from going  for the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. When was the last time you  cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ermm thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Is there anyone you would do  anything for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes,i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. What you think about when you  are falling asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Who was the last person you  talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. What is your favorite  song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aimei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. What are you doing right  now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blogging and listening to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Who  do you trust right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Noone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Where did you get the shirt you  are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Have you kissed someone in the  past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. Who is your friend that lives  closest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leonard and arabel i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Describe your  life in one word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. Who/what are you thinking of  right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26. What should you be doing right  now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drawing peanuts for art prep work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27. What are you listening  to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-暧昧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Who was the last person who  gave you a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29. Who was the last person who  yelled at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My parents la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;30. Do you act differently around  the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No,i think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. What is your natural hair  color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Black and a bit of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. Who was the last person to make  you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kaixuan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33. Who was the last person to make  you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34. What do you  hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mum's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Is your hair curly or  straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A bit curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;36. Has anyone ever called you  "scrumptious" before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope,noone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37. Do you have a  best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Of course la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;38. Held hands with the opposite  sex in the past 3 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39. Do you use smiley faces on the  computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40. have you ever changed clothes  in a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erm once, when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41. Are you happy with life right  now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;42. Are you currently  jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;43. What jewelry are you currently  wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not wearing any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;44. What were you doing on friday  night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Msning with someone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;45. Have you ever had your heart  broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yup):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;46. Have you ever broken someone's  heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not sure:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;47. Is there anybody you're really  disappointed in right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ermm noone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;48. What was the last reason you  went to the doctor for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Headache,sore throat,flu and cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;49. How late did you stay up last  night and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Waiting for someone to go online but he didnt):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;50. Ever dated someone longer than  a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,done. I go find something to do le,bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4639713218908276274?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4639713218908276274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4639713218908276274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-its-11.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2966604304531479536</id><published>2010-05-15T23:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:53:13.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S-7RUkN9_FI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gSku0H0EFpo/s1600/L11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S-7RUkN9_FI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gSku0H0EFpo/s320/L11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471540748551584850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with kx,was late:X returned books then she used the library's com while i did my art. Went downstairs to eat with her. Kept on laughing about the guy there xD bought her stuff for her aunt then went to the mangrove. She got fascinated by the guy fishing there lol! Walked around the mangrove, super scary.. She suddenly say got things crawl out of the holes there, i grabbed her hand. Wander around and chat along the way. Sat down,did a bit of art. Bought drinks at the store there, got a lot of cats&gt;&lt; Waited for the bus at the bus stop. Chat and did art while waiting. Bused to ws, played the pirate ship at the pasa malam. Look very small so i thought not scary so played with kx when she ask me pei her take. At first swing very low only then started swinging higher and higher damn scary la my heart like going drop out le. Kx screamed, she say can relieve stress haha. Very fun^^ Top up ezlink and bused home alone. I love going out withYKX:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this kinda funny conver when we are walking around the park. Kx said i was horny LOL&gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually ask one guy same tent as us okay what.&lt;br /&gt;Kx: *looks at me&lt;br /&gt;Me: As in talk in the tent at night la.&lt;br /&gt;Kx: Ask yt. Me: Ask sebest.&lt;br /&gt;-After awhile-&lt;br /&gt;Me: wait,cannot! Later sebest turn horny and rape girls.&lt;br /&gt;Kx: *laughs&lt;br /&gt;Me: later he rape juwon then juwon morning wake up no clothes on her.&lt;br /&gt;Me and kx: *laugh like siao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny max:D&lt;me:&gt;&lt;/me:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-2966604304531479536?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2966604304531479536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2966604304531479536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/met-up-with-kxwas-latex-returned-books.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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/_aqaUlL8pGvs/S-7RUkN9_FI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gSku0H0EFpo/s72-c/L11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3603561751079927693</id><published>2010-05-15T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:56:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi im Denise. :b lol. im so not her. haha. sianz. she's drawing her mothing fucking "peanut" now. look like papaya lor. :p i left my art work at Kfc, too bad. lol. shagz. all my cartoons gone, ): Sponegbob! D: aw. so sian. showing her SOMEONE'S old blog. lol. damn retarded. I'M SUPER RETARDED. :D (TYPED BY DENISE.) i just LOL here. so funny. she damn lame. hai. Xintong so nice. D:D:D: really damn sad, th lyric. haihaihai. k la bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3603561751079927693?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3603561751079927693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3603561751079927693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/hihi-im-denise.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-2572509873542263303</id><published>2010-05-14T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:44:49.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo^^ fn exams today. i confirm will fail de): went burger king with kx,saw nicholas there. haha xD after eating went out to wait for j. Wrote words using fingers on the glass(; J came,back to school. Went library left our things there then went down to buy drinks. Kena mr hafiz again-.-'' he talk nicely then suddenly shout sia. shock tio&gt;&lt; Went to look for mdm faridah. Taught me how to sew and chatted a lot. Funny max! Back to library,sew and chatted. To chinese resturant with kx and j. Kx keep giving me food sia,one bowl after another. i accidentally push the table two times sia then it moved,super paiseh.. Talked a lot:D 3-ed home alone. Chatting with kx,A and ct now((: tomorrow maybe going ws with kx to do art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally^^ ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-2572509873542263303?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2572509873542263303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/2572509873542263303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-fn-exams-today.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8573764752844582495</id><published>2010-05-13T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:31:09.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos,chinese exam today. After exams went kfc with kx,g and j. Chatted and laughed a lot(: Back to school to get back my bear's head. Kx and j keep on making mdm faridah go in and out of the staff room haha. Get all our stuff and went to library. Paul and his friends were there too. Help kx do the bear then played true or dare. Dared johann to go to paul,tap him and say hi. Funny max! Johann dared me to go to the n1 boys and say hi balls. Keep on laughing then finally did the dare. Suddenly everybody became super low so stopped playing. 3-ed home with kx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;you're the reason for the teardrops on my pillow last night&lt;/span&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/1529576226837973217-8573764752844582495?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8573764752844582495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8573764752844582495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/helloschinese-exam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3535012983454537233</id><published>2010-05-12T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:53:38.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo:) Maths paper 2 today,i think i'm gonna get super low marks for mye):  after exams,went mac with kx and johann. keep on laughing HAHA :D kx scratched johann's face then got one mark on his face. went to urban write and pop cause need drawing block to do art but all not open yet so went Toys r us. Saw hanchuan,zhijie,emilio and gavin there. Chat for awhile outside toysrus then went library together. Chat a lot damn fun^^ kena shoot by hc say i short-.-'' to lan then paid for the membership but found out that no internet so left with g and j. back to pop to buy paper then to library to do art. used com then keep retying hair cause very weird. g and j left with their small friends haha xD went toilet with kx then she almost walk into the male toilet luckily i stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;Retied hair,bought clips then bus 3 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you badly:/ its only 2 days but it seems like months already):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3535012983454537233?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3535012983454537233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3535012983454537233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-maths-paper-2-todayi-think-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7696091552959101198</id><published>2010-05-08T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:17:06.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo^^ chatting with ct online now,super bored&gt;&lt; phoned with jw today and we talked about lyyl haha:D i lied to her that i saw him at loyang point and she texted him to find out if i was saying the truth. Viewed C's blog just now the background fugging cute(: i feel like going out to slack but i'm not allowed to == File all my worksheets just now,studying science tomorrow. I dont want to fail sia maths and lit already cmi liao. Nights!^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;想着你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7696091552959101198?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7696091552959101198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7696091552959101198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-chatting-with-ct-online-nowsuper.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-9112118519711355453</id><published>2010-05-07T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:42:47.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos:D had lit and maths test today. I bet i will fail D: After exams,went kfc with kx. Saw wc,yt,yr,tk and wj there. Ate,chat and laughed. I keep shooting wc say he shortest among them then he shoot me back == Wanted to go library but kx lazy so we decided to bus. Took 18 then end up in bedok then back to pasir ris. HAHA :D i miss bedok very much): went library but like very quiet cannot talk so went out. Kx keep saying yo to people then i apologise to one guy haha xD went toy r us,saw cw,j and g there. played then went pop together then went back to toy r us. Seperate ways,went interchange with kx chat there. Saw cw and j there,kx bused home with j while i 3-ed home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-9112118519711355453?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/9112118519711355453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/9112118519711355453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/hellosd-had-lit-and-maths-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-4484598838590052612</id><published>2010-05-06T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:13:10.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo[: History exam today should be can pass ba? To mac with z and kx,ate and chatted. Keep looking at the people there like stalker sia us. Went toy r us saw alan's clique there. Played then kx use the toy hammer hit z's head HAHA :D fun ttm! Went out in the end cause got one uncle keep looking-.- wanted to prank z but end up didnt. Went cs with kx while z went home. Sat at the sofa h2h talk with kx(: Back to toy r us,saw dexter's clique. Walk around then almost bang onto the clique-.-'' Kx xia suay herself in front of one of them xD Walked around then 3-ed home alone while kx went to find kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will my feelings for you fade?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know too&gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-4484598838590052612?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4484598838590052612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/4484598838590052612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-history-exam-today-should-be-can.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-6781123241521153361</id><published>2010-05-05T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:11:05.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yooo^^ english exams then went mac with kx. etienne and cherry was there too haha. Off to library after that. Kaixuan kept laughing== everyone there thought it was me laughing.. chat there and she prank called people using my phone. laugh like siao:D went to buy drinks then to tm the toy r us. played with toys then kx use a toy sword to poke a stranger haha(:  sat at the sofa at cs then chat alot there then 3-ed home together after that. she accompany me to my stop although she stay at tampines (: miss pri 4 and 5 so much.. everything was so simple and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imy :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eshh dont care le la&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-6781123241521153361?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6781123241521153361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6781123241521153361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yooo-english-exams-then-went-mac-with.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-5829279294146840722</id><published>2010-05-04T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:16:24.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yooo. Tomorrow english exam and i'm not even studying now. During lessons scribbled stuff on book after school went for maths supp. Supp then went kfc with kx. Ate and talked about lots of things there(: walked around then 292-ed and 3-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;Thought of a lot of things during lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; think we need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;aybe everything should stop? &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;our feelings will fade right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont want to hurt you but i dont want to end up getting hurt too.&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/1529576226837973217-5829279294146840722?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5829279294146840722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/5829279294146840722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yooo.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8059190465858095789</id><published>2010-05-02T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:05:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello(: tried to rush my work just now cause want go online then end up mum ask me do more-.-'' after i finish doing everything then she say must wait till brother come back.. went for tuition at 12 and finish almost all the questions. later 6 going out for dinner to celebrate mother's day i think? i dont even know when is mother's day.Jingwen just called me she say she know how much i love her.Lmao! chatting with amos now^^ bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8059190465858095789?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8059190465858095789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8059190465858095789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-tried-to-rush-my-work-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-1935257377827002087</id><published>2010-05-01T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:26:47.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yooo :D Chat online with kor for almost the whole day(: he's offline now so i'm super bored&gt;&lt; talking to chongteng on msn now. Looking for a blogskin but i cant find one that i like. Phone is gonna get confiscated for one week when the bill comes):  Good luck to people for exams!^^ Happy Birthday to Wangjing too!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 messages long(: Thanks for that! super gan dong&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-1935257377827002087?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1935257377827002087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/1935257377827002087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/05/yooo-d-chat-online-with-kor-for-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-7233607496568602848</id><published>2010-04-30T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:36:37.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi^^ Went to school at 12 for carnival day. Reached there drew faces on the coloured balls. Went downstairs with classmates walk around then went to canteen to look for the old folks. To the conference room with all of them. Skip,skip,skip,went around to look for water. Clean up everything then went kfc with kx. Laughed like siao:D walk to tm with her. Keep on laughing and zi high(: She push me then i bang onto one man== Zi high-ed while waiting for yanting to come. Yanting came,3-ed home alone. Fell asleep on bus almost miss stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;我只怕你突然说你不喜欢我了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-7233607496568602848?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7233607496568602848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/7233607496568602848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-went-to-school-at-12-for-carnival.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3396311023900558038</id><published>2010-04-30T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:35:34.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOO:D later must reach school at 12 to help do the stupid sticks. yesterday want do then faridah over there nag. Help her do still nag-.- yesterday after school went for briefing then want tm with kx. Talk at ljs then zhaoyuan and jiawei came. Talked and laughed then went to pop to buy zhaoyuan's stuff. To t1 then 3-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope everything that you said last night was true.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that after awhile you will say that you are just joking.&lt;br /&gt;Ily&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-3396311023900558038?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3396311023900558038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3396311023900558038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/helloood-later-must-reach-school-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8833295916255153274</id><published>2010-04-28T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:44:17.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yooo. Went loyang point alone just now. Did something super xiasuay.. School,English and chinese compo exams then after that overseas camp briefing. TK took my phone == i thought it was WC who took it so i kept on screaming at him. After that they passed around my phone. Walked away then they came to return it to me then they took it back again-.- Took it back,walked to busstop with JW,WC,YT and KX. YT and WC keep on shooting me along the way== 17-ed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你变了 Maybe we will dirft): FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8833295916255153274?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8833295916255153274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8833295916255153274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/yooo.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-6705952594075275599</id><published>2010-04-27T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:58:37.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh,i hate my life D:&lt;br /&gt;Posted in private blog so not posting here.&lt;br /&gt;Nights&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-6705952594075275599?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6705952594075275599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/6705952594075275599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/goshi-hate-my-life-d-posted-in-private.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8950529878756354723</id><published>2010-04-25T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:30:19.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yooo:D Feeling better le but still got sorethroat. Tomorrow meeting jw then go school together. Exams coming!D: i bet i'm gonna get super bad results for mye): super bored now waiting for kor to go online. Bye!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Miss You&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/1529576226837973217-8950529878756354723?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8950529878756354723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8950529878756354723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/yoood-feeling-better-le-but-still-got.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-8458355352854342689</id><published>2010-04-22T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:22:01.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! New maid just came.. i dont really like her. I'm starting to dislike all maids LOL. NO OFFENCE TO MAIDS. Not feeling well now&gt;&lt; sorethroat,cough,headache and feel like vomiting i think mild fever also havent check ): Not going school tomorrow cause need go see doctor. I dont want fever!): Will post when i'm feeling better,byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529576226837973217-8458355352854342689?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8458355352854342689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/8458355352854342689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/yo-new-maid-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529576226837973217.post-3648055745743506947</id><published>2010-04-21T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:02:10.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,maybe privating my blog. Anyway today after school stayed back for english presentation. After that went cs with mich and kx. Ate at food court,joked around. Something happened then i choke on my food cough like siao. Damn funny! Went toilet then slack inside LOL. Kaixuan disturb one auntie that is sleeping on the sofa LMAO. That auntie woke up then thought is me so stare at me =='' Some malay girls guailan us then kx scold back. Skip,skip,went seperate ways then 3-ed home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try to give up&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/1529576226837973217-3648055745743506947?l=reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3648055745743506947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529576226837973217/posts/default/3648055745743506947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonsfor-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/hellomaybe-privating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>white :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993061236358580092</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></entry></feed>
