<?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-3346989420288595950</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:49:12.168+08:00</updated><category term='kawan-ku'/><category term='education'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='party people'/><category term='missing and ramblings.'/><category term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category term='Family'/><category term='random.'/><category term='Love'/><category term='unrated'/><category term='RC'/><category term='road trips'/><category term='self'/><category term='liquor heads'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='effings.'/><title type='text'>Loving me is like straightening curls.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7175252774082943643</id><published>2010-07-27T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:29:34.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>when a tornado meets a Volcano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable and unguarded. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you, some part of you that you unconciously give in to... They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you or hold you, and then your life isn't yours anymore. And the best part is... you're aware of it. You know that its happening but you just let it in. Let the whole goose-bumping-good-feeling aura take control of you. Hence, the heart is left unguarded, in the hands of another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love takes hostages. When it gets inside you and abuses you.... It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. But this is the part when all things fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't let it fail you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We tend to make promises according to our hopes and dreams that we want to hold on to but tend to perform according to our fears. Try not to let that happen too often and embrace whatever you have and never take it for granted. Love fails only when you let it fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&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/3346989420288595950-7175252774082943643?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7175252774082943643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7175252774082943643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-tornado-meets-volcano.html' title='when a tornado meets a Volcano.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6036746838867497215</id><published>2010-05-25T05:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T05:51:44.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing and ramblings.'/><title type='text'>nobody else can match our flavour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It feels too good when you're around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I need more dosage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; xoxo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6036746838867497215?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6036746838867497215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6036746838867497215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/05/nobody-else-can-match-our-flavour.html' title='nobody else can match our flavour.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1738619642593687243</id><published>2010-05-02T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:20:03.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>found in your embrace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite all the shites and rumours that is going on and the undone assignments and revision thta should be going on, I am still so damn the relax. Taking things slowly and according to my pace. Gawd!!! Can my procrastinating and don't give a shite about what people thinks ever stop? Sometimes, I think that it is my don't care attitude that brings me down... yet it is that severe disease in me that keeps me going and walking down the street with confidence. It's all about juggling the good and the bad, happy and the sad I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I know is, I don't wanna be caught up in between anything, anyone and everything, Either a yes or no. There is no such things as in between. Like there is no such things like stupid questions, there is just stupid people. Getthawhattaimean? I miss my folks and friends back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466614946695060162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S91RVKWZmsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aH5bxorzzx0/s320/24042010663.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss this bitch. She's my bitch! Hands off ppl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.- God. Help me in this final semester and get me through all this shites and look after me when I make my decisions. It may not be wise, but I want it to be right. Loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1738619642593687243?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1738619642593687243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1738619642593687243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/05/found-in-your-embrace.html' title='found in your embrace.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S91RVKWZmsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aH5bxorzzx0/s72-c/24042010663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7230217948602707288</id><published>2010-04-25T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:09:09.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna hang up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me wanna leave the one I'm with, start a new relationship with you. That's what you do- Usher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love her, but you said you're falling for me? huh! How does that work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7230217948602707288?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7230217948602707288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7230217948602707288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-wanna-hang-up.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna hang up.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2570754311142559589</id><published>2010-04-21T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:19:57.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>take me to the Candy shop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why my hubbie, Suez wond this phrase. -Loving me is like straightening curls- funny. Seriously... What I'm trying to define here is that.. it is so not easy to love someone like me. Go straighten your curly curl hair and see... how long will it last? I give you 4-5 months Tops! That's what I'm trying to tell here. I am a complicated person who has so many shites and drama taking place in my Life! And the fun fact here is.. I love this life of mine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462533122087913330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S87Q7svbB3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7pVNNUWluW4/s320/26860_1433561162670_1342161664_1190511_8338238_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this pic i look like an umbede.. but i was having fun baybehh! Love ya priscilla.. dancing partner all night long! Sry kiran, your girl was taken that nite. Huhu.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i think i need a bf* oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you look at me, tell me what do you see? This is what you get, the way I am! =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2570754311142559589?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2570754311142559589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2570754311142559589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-me-to-candy-shop.html' title='take me to the Candy shop.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S87Q7svbB3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7pVNNUWluW4/s72-c/26860_1433561162670_1342161664_1190511_8338238_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-3961566955650527021</id><published>2010-04-20T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:44:22.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>turn on the Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sick of being caught up in my position. Fcuk you la! Seriously... Why did I let you in at the first place? I could have save myself all the trouble.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Fcuk emotions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm thinking bout everything that we've become, and I hate it, I thought we can make it. But I'm ready to jet it, just wanna forget about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Don't put up my head up on the clouds and make me feel like I'm floating. Cause honestly, time is all I need. Nobody can quite do it like I do, all my kisses and my loving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we ride.  xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-3961566955650527021?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3961566955650527021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3961566955650527021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/turn-on-last-song.html' title='turn on the Last Song'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6783148560426652534</id><published>2010-04-20T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:14:45.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Don't blow me up on my Saturday's phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You only get one chance to win this piece Heart of mine, pretty boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is so complicated because I make them that way. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(fullstop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo.. im off to Bed! NOW~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6783148560426652534?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6783148560426652534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6783148560426652534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-blow-me-up-on-my-saturdays-phone.html' title='Don&apos;t blow me up on my Saturday&apos;s phone.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4010871954379797432</id><published>2010-04-20T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:38:02.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>was it something I did, or something You said?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't play games with me, like you know I'm gonna stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to keep it together cause I don't wanna fall apart&lt;/em&gt;... sometimes it wears you out being the tough chic out there, oh well... The world is cruel. Imma work my way! Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HS, I so need to take your advice seriosuly and embed it in my head over and over again, sometimes friends should really stick being friends ONLY. No good taking the next pace. Don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to throw away all my procrastinating attitude. Like seriosuly! I need a rehab or maybe just need some early sleep. (LOOK wth am i doing here now?) See what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class!!!! Tomorrow.. I am so coming! Rawrrr!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4010871954379797432?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4010871954379797432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4010871954379797432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/was-it-something-i-did-or-something-you.html' title='was it something I did, or something You said?'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7688607445545085141</id><published>2010-04-14T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:29:57.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party people'/><title type='text'>Get in Line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you wanna get a piece of this Heart of mine, boy stop! Get in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Ain't denying the fact that I am excited over tonight's plan. It's been TOO LONG since I get excited over a full night-party all night long- outing. Darn. Then again, no worries folks- New York style baybehh! And I attended my 9am class! Yes, I am bragging it online here! Huhuh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imma make my Life as &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Co&lt;/span&gt;lo&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S8Wzv_OfAzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dIQb-0orXRU/s1600/25492_1414414569071_1493784127_31092808_2636690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459967760264004402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S8Wzv_OfAzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dIQb-0orXRU/s320/25492_1414414569071_1493784127_31092808_2636690_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So screw you! WHoever who's trying so hard to unshine my sunshine. I'm too fly, to be depressed. So better luck next time, or shall I say- Try harder. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/3346989420288595950-7688607445545085141?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7688607445545085141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7688607445545085141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-in-line.html' title='Get in Line.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S8Wzv_OfAzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dIQb-0orXRU/s72-c/25492_1414414569071_1493784127_31092808_2636690_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5079568650062518381</id><published>2010-04-14T00:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:41:41.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawan-ku'/><title type='text'>before i Love and Leave you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No point try to hide it and evade it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you fall for me, I'm not easy to please, told you from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.. confession time. I have been skipping classes for God knows why and how many frigging times. Time to get back on track!!!! urghh.. i hate myself, sometimes. But still, I love myself for being me me me... not like some morons who always wanna be who people want them to be. Sad case. I have the ultimate example, ex that I left. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P_ _ _ _ _.&lt;/span&gt; Fill in the blanks! huhu.. anwyays No self respect and personality. Pure loser.. why am I even with him? Prolly he has been trying so hard to camouflage. Urgh.. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just painted my fingers&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Green....&lt;/span&gt; haha! Awesome party to head tomorrow night! I'm doing it New York style, so no worries folks! Thursday public hols summo.. what more can my perfect night be, besides perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459661315006716242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S8SdChrq2VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pLrMnyz4ghY/s320/25492_1414414529070_1493784127_31092807_8358447_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my Patrick! dear hubbie, though we tried to leave and divorce and killed each other for 3 times in a row.. i still Heart you! LOL.. renee tan baybehh! I'm going lesbo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459661453514850146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S8SdKlqlP2I/AAAAAAAAATY/uYY-VNpgj60/s320/25492_1414415849103_1493784127_31092815_3115207_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loveeeee.. &lt;em&gt;piggie backkieee! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459662124109973698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S8Sdxn06yMI/AAAAAAAAATg/QIpLrIgPhgc/s320/25492_1414418009157_1493784127_31092837_3782551_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at my eyes.. window to my soul. So see thru-able kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/3346989420288595950-5079568650062518381?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5079568650062518381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5079568650062518381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-i-love-and-leave-you.html' title='before i Love and Leave you.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S8SdChrq2VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pLrMnyz4ghY/s72-c/25492_1414414529070_1493784127_31092807_8358447_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4346359492455125244</id><published>2010-04-06T07:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:37:44.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>You were serenity and took away my bad days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am up at 7am in the morning... and blogging when I have class at 8am.. and I am kinda hyped actually. No sleep last night! And things are gonna get even more interesting cause I have classes and activities and everything going on till 5pm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh life.. I'm loving you more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&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/3346989420288595950-4346359492455125244?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4346359492455125244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4346359492455125244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-were-serenity-and-took-away-my-bad.html' title='You were serenity and took away my bad days.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4441998242314780423</id><published>2010-03-27T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:43:52.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawan-ku'/><title type='text'>Lightning don't strike the same place twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So if you do decide to say Goodbye, make sure you don't regret it and its final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're just friends, don't ask me Why. I'm gonna take things very the slow and at my very pace, you know how much of a procrastinater am I right folks? *giggles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is a bitch and imma make things fun. Why paint it in one colour when I can make it colourful right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453276311819655730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S63t6bQQGjI/AAAAAAAAATI/965ELvX5Oqc/s320/25066_375830274701_631179701_3792083_7626394_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pic above was the 1st time me n von went for flavoured smoke, shisha baybehh... not a big fan of it, but all for the fun of it la huh.. apparently, this twin of mine is loving it! So what the heck... girls night out on a Saturday night! Shisha-s and keep the drink coming la huh... I'll be going back tomorrow anyways, fcuk everything.. get out of my way worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imma do what I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*calls for mom and dad!! I'm heading out after dinner.. smiles widely and innocently* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4441998242314780423?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4441998242314780423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4441998242314780423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/lightning-dont-strike-same-place-twice.html' title='Lightning don&apos;t strike the same place twice'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S63t6bQQGjI/AAAAAAAAATI/965ELvX5Oqc/s72-c/25066_375830274701_631179701_3792083_7626394_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6183770020318802132</id><published>2010-03-26T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:17:02.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>don't take me home, till the sun comes up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm confuse with what i'm feeling. I'm lost. (sigh) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways.. here I am.. watching paranormal activity Again, with my two sisters. They're freaking out and I'm laughing. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;robert pattinson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is &lt;em&gt;STILL DRIVING ME CRAZY&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452961668437075122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6zPvxUDZLI/AAAAAAAAATA/kZqp_6fXQlQ/s320/31102009811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~I miss dressing up~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6183770020318802132?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6183770020318802132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6183770020318802132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-take-me-home-till-sun-comes-up.html' title='don&apos;t take me home, till the sun comes up.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6zPvxUDZLI/AAAAAAAAATA/kZqp_6fXQlQ/s72-c/31102009811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-3844960244552957323</id><published>2010-03-25T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:33:29.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>threw the blame back and forth.</title><content type='html'>I realised &lt;strong&gt;Ne-yo&lt;/strong&gt; is actually very look-able, he is really one Gentleman that's for sure. God, please let at least one gentleman to pace his footsteps into my life. It's only one? I really need to meet one genuine gentleman. I'm so sick with these sick buffaloes and cows roaming around my life.My sister and I was talking some crap and out of a sudden, so randomly she said something so amusing. I can't recall the exact word, but Imma put it in my way, it's like saying... 'can your conversation stop revolving around guys? Everytime you come back, sure got stories on humans that have testerones.'LOL! So random but I told her- 'its not like i'm desperate in need of one, they just eventually carve a road in my life and walk pass by. But whether they stay or not.. it still depends on me.' Comprendo sist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i am so in love with this song! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyGNfbKkMVE&amp;amp;feature=fvw"&gt;ANGELS CRY. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one who adores and live my life, picturing them through lyrics. So play my games here folks. lol! I can be kinky in a way, but its my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-3844960244552957323?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3844960244552957323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3844960244552957323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-realised-ne-yo-is-actually-very-look.html' title='threw the blame back and forth.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-215286130826713012</id><published>2010-03-25T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:50:39.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>say guguGaga with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...ROBERT PATTINSON...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452243335941550898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6pCbUPJczI/AAAAAAAAASw/Hh5ulkLEVWU/s320/robert-pattinson-the-bruce-weber-portraits-vanity-fair-30.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452243450107959650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6pCh9iimWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-_45bW8B11Y/s320/robs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can i not die looking at these! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*drools, overandoverandoverandoverAgain&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just found heaven and died. (several times today, mind you) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo&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/3346989420288595950-215286130826713012?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/215286130826713012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/215286130826713012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='say guguGaga with me.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6pCbUPJczI/AAAAAAAAASw/Hh5ulkLEVWU/s72-c/robert-pattinson-the-bruce-weber-portraits-vanity-fair-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5187532733723971100</id><published>2010-03-24T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:45:04.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Never the right time to say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;cause i really don't feel the way i once feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey! It happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause at times affection takes place, you never know what you need, so i gotta figure out what i need. Then again, Rule number 5 applies here. I take my time, my pace and do it my style. I'm sorry I am just straight forward at most things. But i mean no harm, what is there to hold on to when there is nothing there, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why not just live life and take it as it is? *smiles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urgh... why am I even blogging early in the morning here, I think I am really losing my frigging mind. I sooooo gotta get ready now, but i'm still procrastinating here. So typical me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls will kill me if im not there today, you see... i'm suppose to head to school to collect some stuffs. And at the same time, yvone, sarah, layyin..and the rest wants to see me! Hah! and I so wanna see them in their uniforms! LOL.. so it was a monday when i said yes.. im coming. Till this very moment &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am still not there! Hahahaha... sometimes i laugh over stupid things. OMG.. what is wrong with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think i need a dosage of My Edward before i lose my whole mind! Remember Me here i come!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452007498884716434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6lr7yvKF5I/AAAAAAAAASo/X8mCRiZGu50/s320/Photo+0589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh.. have i mention i love my sisters? Oh well. I very much do! 3 girls are so awesome... charlie's angels bayybehh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*loves* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-5187532733723971100?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5187532733723971100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5187532733723971100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-right-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Never the right time to say Goodbye'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6lr7yvKF5I/AAAAAAAAASo/X8mCRiZGu50/s72-c/Photo+0589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-759595729516047115</id><published>2010-03-23T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:14:37.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>now, the party don't start till i walk in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You build me up and then break me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451765086295049714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6iPdhd-RfI/AAAAAAAAASg/P5nImpH9G88/s320/DSC01909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh well... maybe i should be the one saying it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s.- I like my chinese features! Sepeted eyes, hidung yang flare... ahh...love me still right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boys, boys, boyss.... sorry to break it up to you. But i know what i want, if i don't like what i see.. then its too bad! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Personal policy when it comes to boys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. If you did it once, there's always a second. Second chance? I'll pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. If you can't handle it at my worst, you sure as hell don't DESERVE ME AT MY BEST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;3. Don't go controlling me and tell me what-to and what-not-to-do, its a turn off. Cause i know my limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;4. Don't go "oh, males are the dominant ones"- I'll shove my fist up your ass! I'm not the typical girls you pick on the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;5. Don't have expectations in me, cause i will take my time and walk on my pace. You get me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I should actually continue this lists huh.. some of you girls with bastard boyfriends might find this a lil handy... lol! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.....................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, i am home!! And sorry mommy! I was missing when you're home for the past 2 nights. Heh... what to do! I have crazy friends... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hiking was tiring, ut damn awesome Jane, Kent, Chong, Woh, Dib, Faz.. etc... you know me love you guys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shisha the next night till my parents are done waiting for me.. yvone, fab.. you guys are an ass! Oh btw, apple-orange flavour is very-the-nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the past 5 nights, i have been sleeping for 2 hours and got up and proceed with all the agendas.. and now, all i want is to sleep like a log and not wake up! Tapi family i pulak akan bising... haihxx.. life. Is so awesome! *smiles* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love my friends and family so chooo chooo soooo... the much! You wanna know why? hehehehe... cause they always make me feel like a princess and pampered when im back! All according to me! and my call, my choice.. me me me.... from the tip and bottom and side and front and back of my heart, iloveyou!&lt;br /&gt;I want a movie marathon ppl! Who's up for it?? text me! *loves* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-759595729516047115?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/759595729516047115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/759595729516047115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-build-me-up-and-then-break-me-down.html' title='now, the party don&apos;t start till i walk in.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S6iPdhd-RfI/AAAAAAAAASg/P5nImpH9G88/s72-c/DSC01909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-3495070155963264798</id><published>2010-03-03T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:34:20.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They say, Hey there Girl, tell me what do you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I say, nothing but i'm damn sure it's more than what you do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isn't it cool when boyfriends have the thinking of Jet's song -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's A Genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They go, my girlfriend likes to take control, she just blows my mind! How sweet and awesome don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She only listens to the radio, to see who's alive! She knows so many pretty boys but they're all the same. Wooooh! I fall rock bottom to be having a boyfriend who accept the fact that his girlfriend is the dominant-mature-know what she's doing kinda girl. Like she flirts but still by the end of the day, donkeys... you still have your girlfriends back into your arms la. Boyfriend sekalian, stop being paranoid and over protective over your girl. Give her a break already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you know, is who you are.. its everything. Haha.. Get what i mean? I don't either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's good, though stress is piling up... imma set my mind free tonight onwards and head back hommeeeeee soon! I need a dosage of my bitches and mummy and daddy and sist! Fuuh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't kiss first, cause you'll get bit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-3495070155963264798?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3495070155963264798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3495070155963264798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-say-hey-there-girl-tell-me-what-do.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-3971648112900660639</id><published>2010-03-01T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T02:06:10.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>never gonna dance again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm going old school lately, like really really into the grooooveeeeyy days. Elvis presley, cyndi lauper, heart, george michael and so on... they are so awesome and hit the damn spot. Am i turning the pages again? A whole new chapter perhaps. Which is always good, never say no to a fresh start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been pms-ing like nobody's business lately, any lil thing ticks me off. In addition, i've been attending 8am classes, even Renee sais i've changed. Rah-rah.. i wanna be a cheerleader la. They seem so fun and bitchy. I wanna be a rah-rah! Why malaysian so eff up! &lt;em&gt;Stupid government. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think i'm outta my mind, dear hongseng... maybe i should really take your advice seriously, I should start dating books more for this semester rather than those testerones. I really need to catch up. Last time there's always you and the freaks to remind me to do this and that, covering my back whenever i'm in deep shite, forgetting due dates for assignments etc. Why did you ppl pamper me so much? See now! I'm all on my own.. everything i mist do it myself. Making efforts on my own sometimes feel so pointless. Like you're loving a pole, it will never love you back. Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That means!!!! No more late night and last minutes getaways with friends. No more staying up late and doodling over nothing. And contemplate over silly suggestions by my negative-influecing-knowhowtohavefun-friends. Ohh gawdddd..... can somebody just kidnap me and make my life easier. &lt;em&gt;Death is easy, life is hard. Oh bella, i so get you now.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But its always the hard things that you work your ass off that matters. Don't you think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;urgh. Amanda Lee.. where the hell have you been hiding?? You have not been yourself lately have you? Stop messing around, and &lt;strong&gt;NUS &lt;/strong&gt;is one of your to-do-list now! sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;................................................................ '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yes world, things have been very complicating for the last few weeks, perhaps a month ago? The whole asian-brangelina thing was going on in this friiging small town. Not that i hate you malacca, i just hate the some of your unwanted tenants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whohonestlylooklikeindonesianunwantedmaids that was ditch away and so they were all left stranded here. Malacca would have been so much better, prolly the best state if they're not occupying the spaces here. Oh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i can forgive, but forgetting is a whole new different question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with love, xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;and i miss you Yvonetan and Janetan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;You freaks. Stop bugging me and appearing in my thoughts can or not. JIOR!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-3971648112900660639?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3971648112900660639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3971648112900660639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-gonna-dance-again.html' title='never gonna dance again.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-8560624940828350763</id><published>2010-02-13T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:20:39.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>tell me if i'm INsane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been long since i've been talking to Shreenath C.! I tell youuuu.... it was so good to finally have a decent talk with him... but still! It ain't enough!!! LOL... he has to go grocery shopping... i have to go see lee hong seng! Ishhh... and and... another person that i have not spoke and seen for more than 6 months! Deva sayang,..... imma call her now! Mummy.. phone bill! Watch out.. u're gonna explode! LOL... i Love being home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks darls for bringing me back. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILOVEYOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;This morning, somehthing hit on my mind... i realised right... buddhist damn bad lo... they are such a big contributing factor to global warming. I know i know... im a damn buddhist myself... but i don feel offended at all lo.. facts hurt... but it still don't change anything right? I wanted to lecture mommy on it, but then she looks so stressed and pms-ing.. like anytime she's going to give me a piece of her mind. And so i kept all to myself, poor readers.. u guys have to suffer my blabber. LOL! Anyways... i was doing a presentation last week on global warming that;s why i'm making noise here... and right.. i sgtanding outside my house for a minute also can die dy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Like in any second... im gonna explode... im at verge of melting... if im an ice,. no worst! I'r probably evaporfated till my last drop if im an ice. Damn i tell you... it's a lil too much heat for a human to handle. But still, ppl like you and me still on air conditioner at home like nobody's business. haih... classic case for humans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMEMBER! What goes around, comes back around. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437575933951204338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S3YmgJ5f2_I/AAAAAAAAASY/5VWrE-Y96j4/s320/global_warming_by_teabing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-8560624940828350763?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8560624940828350763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8560624940828350763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-has-been-long-since-ive-been-talking.html' title='tell me if i&apos;m INsane.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S3YmgJ5f2_I/AAAAAAAAASY/5VWrE-Y96j4/s72-c/global_warming_by_teabing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2022682436863238657</id><published>2010-02-12T16:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:20:15.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>You are my laughing stock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Life's a game and it's not fair; I break thhrough rules and i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So i keep doing my own thing, walking tall with these pathetic bystanders staring.. and in me, i'll be laughing at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Isn't it awesome if there is someone that can change the colour of your mood ring for you, anytime and anywhere? *sighs*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, for a fact, sometimes i amuse myself by the way i handle and look on things. Like you can tell me you hate me and walk pass me and say mean things, i can just laugh at it and walk away. For a moment there it may hurt me and break me, then eventually my concious mind just grab me outta it. Isn't that cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has made me well and mold me well.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You may break me, but I can Never be Defeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the things that i heard from people and animals all around me, i can still continue walking. You know what people? You should really mind your messed up life/education/social cycle/etc before catching up with mine la huh... you'd be suprised with whatever you'll see in mine. It may not be as pretty as the fairy tale. But it's fair enough for me. But i guess it will never be the same in your eyes right? You wanna know why.. lemme break it down to you. It's cause you only wanna see things the way you see it so it comforts you to actually TRY to live your life more normally and let's just say-more up to the standards la huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth hurts hun, it proves that when you review and comment and bad mouthed bout my journey, you're just being the gree-monster and take my life as a guide to live your life. What a shame... LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437281481190665986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S3Uasv4t7wI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bF3Q8i7g47U/s320/Picture+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can be the Biggest Devil you ever knew, know and to-be-known.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *beware*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2022682436863238657?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2022682436863238657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2022682436863238657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-my-laughing-stock.html' title='You are my laughing stock.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S3Uasv4t7wI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bF3Q8i7g47U/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5545177490018910329</id><published>2010-02-02T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:11:43.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>Above this Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I guess they're all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Whatta Shame... Life still goes on... shame on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-5545177490018910329?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5545177490018910329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5545177490018910329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/02/above-this-atmosphere.html' title='Above this Atmosphere'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6483868139895564302</id><published>2010-01-29T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:16:47.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>feel the gold and the glimmer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am so into Stolen- dashboard Confessionals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i wasss... but then here i am again, all into it all over again. Another wed song to be!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;when you say, I'll be the last person you wanna mess with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You know what i'll say?? nehh...&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you're the first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL! it's so funny when you see people getting all so hooked over something or someone or somewhat that you know they're just fooling around.... and the worst part is she is all over it and spreading her dumb image all over the page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*bursting laughs*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun being dumb Pest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432132638662923346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S2LP2qxPFFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PuDiErcIDlw/s320/matt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ps. I LOVE MATT LONG!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He is so efffffinggggg HAWT! Sizzling...hawt! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna date him!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6483868139895564302?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6483868139895564302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6483868139895564302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/genius.html' title='feel the gold and the glimmer.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S2LP2qxPFFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PuDiErcIDlw/s72-c/matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5070566170588061139</id><published>2010-01-29T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:01:55.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>firebomb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holla back to you ppl out there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, you have an opinion from that immature thought of yours... please save it and keep it to yourself to avoid public humiliation and even obvious dumbness image of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth hurts, and it's never pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't like what you see? Please shut those lids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't like what you hear? Shut those ear drums.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't like what you taste? Kill those taste buds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431858247972462050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S2HWTBysneI/AAAAAAAAARs/h8nrg87RaOQ/s320/quotes-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't bull shit with me alright? Deal with it!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ps. This marks the end of my emo sessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LOL! Reneeeee... i am no more your kaki. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-5070566170588061139?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5070566170588061139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5070566170588061139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/firebomb.html' title='firebomb!'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S2HWTBysneI/AAAAAAAAARs/h8nrg87RaOQ/s72-c/quotes-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6909029391016447046</id><published>2010-01-28T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:28:28.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>photographs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It should have been me and you. It could have been you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a love story i gotta tell, bout this boy i knew so well. Back in the days it was cool and all, other boys i could not see. Now look what happen when i let my firewalls took a day off. Boy you broke my heart when i was there... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now it's killing me the fact that you're not around. &lt;strong&gt;Maybe&lt;/strong&gt; im falling down. Maybe we need a remedy. Maybe i still need you around. But it's all just a maybe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All i got now is these photographs, i remember the times when i made me laugh and you did your part as well. But i don't wanna be stuck in the past. I don't wanna lose what we had this far. Here's my heart, you have put it in jeopardy. What a shame... so there goes the past. I know there is no future when i wanna reminisce the past, so here i am... looking forward for a new future without glancing at the past. Not a chance. Its not a very pretty past you see... but i can live with it, in my very own ways, i tell you. So don't tell me how to do it. You know i'm too rebellious to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're a better man, when i was your girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a betterland when we're in our world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;...BUT ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431732573980356834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S2Fj_1sEcOI/AAAAAAAAARk/G4u5I6tKRzg/s320/57732cd7048fb058b01ce1fd29333bc2ea0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6909029391016447046?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6909029391016447046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6909029391016447046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/photographs.html' title='photographs.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S2Fj_1sEcOI/AAAAAAAAARk/G4u5I6tKRzg/s72-c/57732cd7048fb058b01ce1fd29333bc2ea0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2158646091317455066</id><published>2010-01-28T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:35:25.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Symptoms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How did i get it here with you, i'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This may be my emo session... so people, deal with it. It helps me to get things clear and outta my mind. dear blog, can i tell you that iloveyou? I guess blogs are just one of the awesomess ways to get things outta me. So to whoever out there who is prone to be offended by my words. I won't apologies. Don't like it? Stay away from this page. xx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, im not the type to get my heart broken, im not the type to get upset and cry. I guess i don't really leave my heart open, i never want relationships to get deep to me. But i guess this time was an exception, my firewall wasn't working. What a bummer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always a time when everyone will go through it in relationship, as in the ones that they really pour their heart to it. Not those hook ups and flings. The time when things get outta hand, and when that time takes place. Damn.. mind is gone, astray from love. this is how i feel... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did it happen when we first kiss? Or maybe we spent so much time together, and i know that is no more. I shouldn't let you hold on me... cause it is hard for me to let it go. This time is different though.. i may have those break down moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life's a bitch and i'm gonna be a better bitch living through it and playing games with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may feel like a victim of it once in a while... but what do you expect out of a girl with a broken heart right?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ps. I never meant to let it get so personal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and Yes i will be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dont have to show me pity face and obvious concern when you see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*xx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2158646091317455066?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2158646091317455066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2158646091317455066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/symptoms.html' title='Symptoms.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-175475055005626839</id><published>2010-01-26T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:09:11.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrated'/><title type='text'>show me that you're a gentleman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hooked!!!!! With GG Bayyybehhh... lol! Gossip Girl is so irritating and annoying... but they're so freaking addictive. I love serena... drama but yeah... she has her swag. Blair is so... urghhh.. gowd! Watching it reminds me of high school all over again.. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shooooppppiiiinnnngggggggggg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow with Janey! This is so exciting.. Malls please don't let me down ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-175475055005626839?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/175475055005626839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/175475055005626839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/show-me-that-youre-gentleman.html' title='show me that you&apos;re a gentleman.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7211342083218471003</id><published>2010-01-25T15:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:03:21.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>masochistic Ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ain't nobody better than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's never easy to let go anything that we had planned and been through and start all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yet, imma see myself in a bigger picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words are easily spoken, actions are the ones that are always left hanging. I can tell my self and talk myself into how i can go through this. Fact is, it is hard but i will not give in to that masochistic felling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's all take a swim~ lol.. so random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody else can do it quite like i do, all my kisses and my loving... but the thing is- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just blame yourself cause you blew it, i won't forget how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to freaking stop posting up emo tect. darn!&lt;/span&gt; xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430723215969445970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S13N_eFTaFI/AAAAAAAAARc/raz5PlVAA2o/s320/suez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For the record, is my darling suez Birthday! So welcome to the world of being 18 sista! U knw me love you... BearHugs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you just love her crazinessss??? lol~ we were like the duo during our first-time-going-camping-in-the-wild mate... we've been through ups and downs i tell youuu... Clean each others backside and all.. metaphorically la. LOL!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;XX again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7211342083218471003?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7211342083218471003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7211342083218471003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/masochistic-ride.html' title='masochistic Ride.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S13N_eFTaFI/AAAAAAAAARc/raz5PlVAA2o/s72-c/suez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7463214095368830664</id><published>2010-01-25T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:28:08.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>lil late for explanation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it's funny how someone can be so twisted and mind blastingly cunning when it comes to Lies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna beat around the bush and make people go confuse, this post is clearly for some guys out there, well..  most guys who thinks that they have to be the macho ones, to show off on front of the crowd, the dominant one ay? Kiss my ass.... you don't stand a chance if you don't make any sense and think immaturely? You got a problem with my statement? Talk to me! I'll give a long and detailed explanation and kill your brain cells on how wrong guys perception can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY FREAKING BLOG. And im telling you world, i am not some typical lady that you can control and demand on. You want something, you earn it! just cause im the less masculine one.. u wanna push me around? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll chop off your two sagging balls you men&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for the way i let go, for everything i wanted when you came along.&lt;br /&gt;But~&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you for judgement. Never needed you to be strong. Never needed you to pointed out my wrongs. And most of all, Never needed you to question me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ps.- Don't ever think you got a hold on me, ok mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7463214095368830664?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7463214095368830664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7463214095368830664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/lil-late-for-explanation.html' title='lil late for explanation.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-946249173584839250</id><published>2010-01-24T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:42:19.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>my mind is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;...astray from Love, this is how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to be a victim, call me selfish... but i don't want to go through it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just registered my subject for my last semester.... where shall i head to after foundation??? Degree in cyber or malacca... gawd! Help me... and emo songs please do me a favour-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps- hatethatiloveyou is the worst song! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you're in my situation, it was such a beautiful song. &lt;strong&gt;Was&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-946249173584839250?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/946249173584839250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/946249173584839250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mind-is-gone.html' title='my mind is Gone'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-824085758778845409</id><published>2010-01-22T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:14:16.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>Filthy hot mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just stop talking cause you go ~ blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no other words that i can fairly find in the dictionary to describe how i feel. It has been an awesome journey though... i just need time and space. Maybe you should try moving on to. Don't hate me for it, things happen. Everything happens for a reason. Damn it.. i should try being lesbo tentatively. Hmmmm??? &lt;em&gt;Interested anyone?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, i am not letting myself go all emotional and heart broken and down... it's just another filthy Hot mess... hardcore is what you'll see world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW, i love kesha, dirty lil lyrics she have there but daamn the beat makes me go lalalalalaaaaaa.... i don't wanna think, im gonna put my head and heart somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-824085758778845409?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/824085758778845409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/824085758778845409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-freaks-will-come-around.html' title='Filthy hot mess'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6208176216822900541</id><published>2010-01-12T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:39:42.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Happy and the sad + Good and the bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I can. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna fall back on my face again, i was so going to answer love's call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't see it coming when it happens, but when it happen; You gonna feel it, let me tell you now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ps. i'd still say ily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6208176216822900541?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6208176216822900541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6208176216822900541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-and-sad-good-and-bad.html' title='Happy and the sad + Good and the bad'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2812710677459450643</id><published>2010-01-11T03:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:46:12.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>thoughts went unspoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew i could be hurt this way. I was all up and adrenalined, just one small scratch can be so influential. Hun, it's irrevocable. Deal with it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't want this moment to ever end... but there is time when it hits you and you can't go camouflage anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's a bitch, i may hate it momentarily, but the fact is- i still love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425198486324768130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S0otR4Vf7YI/AAAAAAAAARA/PWjlU9Yno1g/s320/DSC01678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;rting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;col&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like colour-colour. But still, too much of it can ruin me being me... lol! I think it's cause of my skin colour. oh well.... XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2812710677459450643?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2812710677459450643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2812710677459450643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-went-unspoken.html' title='thoughts went unspoken'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S0otR4Vf7YI/AAAAAAAAARA/PWjlU9Yno1g/s72-c/DSC01678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4502001147703032701</id><published>2010-01-09T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:39:27.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>face is blur, we're all the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am in the middle of a cross-road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the top and the verge of a mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have been elsewhere, instead i am over here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am lost and i am done pretending... where do i go from here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4502001147703032701?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4502001147703032701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4502001147703032701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/face-is-blur-were-all-same.html' title='face is blur, we&apos;re all the same.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-682928513556954558</id><published>2010-01-04T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:03:24.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupidisiotfcukingassholenobrainsbitchslutbastardfcukyourselflaaaa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything has a limit. Know your freaking limits ok... U need help? Ask for one, don't act like a kid. Grow up you! As i said before, i don't provoke anyone if no one disturbs me. I am a woman of peace and tranquility. Don't mess around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S0FZ2WRWqLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/b0i-oZ1jsio/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422714216556964018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S0FZ2WRWqLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/b0i-oZ1jsio/s320/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-682928513556954558?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/682928513556954558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/682928513556954558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupidisiotfcukingassholenobrainsbitchs.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S0FZ2WRWqLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/b0i-oZ1jsio/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-422179984220046439</id><published>2010-01-02T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:20:38.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>irreplaceable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;new year was aweeeee-sommmmmmeeeeeeeeee..... shopping is such paradise. All expenses paid by boyyfieee... what more can i ask for a better start of for 2010? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;iloveyoupraburajramanathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422130672840849314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sz9HHohtt6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1cJdkQRYZpk/s320/Picture+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and! One more freaking massive headache assignment to go and i'm through! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pics to be uploaded soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2009 was something. BIG XX for those who made my 2009 a great one. 2010, show me what you got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-422179984220046439?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/422179984220046439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/422179984220046439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2010/01/irreplaceable.html' title='irreplaceable'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sz9HHohtt6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1cJdkQRYZpk/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6576714524934677885</id><published>2009-12-28T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:05:04.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>pretty boys that i call friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boyfriend is a stalker. I am announcing it officially, i have never seen such act like this before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scary ayy?... boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6576714524934677885?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6576714524934677885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6576714524934677885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-boys-that-i-call-friends.html' title='pretty boys that i call friends'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-8783870400868075629</id><published>2009-12-19T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:25:05.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>needs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Shopping!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Toned my outta shaped body.. I have too much and unwanted adipose tissues in me! damn it. why cant boyyfiee control me? He should be like THIS: &lt;em&gt;This will make u fat! Don't eat&lt;/em&gt;. I think he secretly like the fact im getting fat. Darn youuu.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. more rest! That means sleeping early. Darn habit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Convince my parents to let me bring the car down here without any conditions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Figure out where to head after foundation: Melaka lagi ke nak ke Cyber? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Start eating healthy. That means no junk food at all time and mamak-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Finish my darn assignments!!!! And go on with life without any headaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;secretly: I need more chinese friends. Sad betul my mmu life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I just realised i almost like, completely forgot how to write chinese characters. damn it... i started writing a few words in chinese characters last few days and i almost forgot how to write di-di (lil brother) and ba-ba (dad) in chinese character... see! Such terrible chinese girl i am... such disgrace. LOL! But then i said 'almost'.. that means i still have that chinese ohm in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. I need to see my night and shining armour: Edward Cullen! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. I need to know my NEEDS. Sad huh??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. ........??????..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-8783870400868075629?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8783870400868075629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8783870400868075629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/needs.html' title='needs.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5089386475062802953</id><published>2009-12-18T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:04:36.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawan-ku'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are as calm as the calm sea now... oh ocean, sea, beach.. which so ever you are... i love the way you mengolek golek with each other and form waves. Sad but true, i love you only because of the sound and effect that your dear cousin Wave produce. Wave....&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, guess what la... suprised call received. Knew it by the tone when spoke, what is all the conversation is all about. I am so glad thou, you're the only one that can tame that wanna be and body that is full of lies, fakeness, judgemental attitude and etc. List can go on, but hey... this ain't a complaining post, now he sees you more than what he supposed to. You... all i can say is; Watch out. Your bubble is bursting anytime soon if you don't play it safe and smart. By the end of the day, drop that attitude and please realise everything started and ended because of your own actions and words. It's the cause and effect theory. Deal with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-5089386475062802953?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5089386475062802953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5089386475062802953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-are-as-calm-as-calm-sea-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-8485265749364336210</id><published>2009-12-16T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:40:41.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>doublechin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;can i have some of your cookies, I will spare you my pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;May i have the first slice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what folks, i can finally say; CLubbing is no more my cup of tea. Kudos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! Same goes to alcohol, except sexonthebeach. I love that shite~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Syj9g0wcJ8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/ptkDFBJNJ6U/s1600-h/bab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Syj9g0wcJ8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/ptkDFBJNJ6U/s320/bab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415857292272478146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and as you all can tell on my title above, this pic shows you.. yes! My double chin that is getting more and more obvious. Im a pity when it comes to self-image and self-realisation and self-discriminating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can say i see things this way: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A halp empty glass, rather than a half full glass. Oh bother my negative-ness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhooooo.... this fella above, which happens to fall into the category of boyfriend is bloating me up everyday. It seems to be keeping him at the happy side, whenever i eat and crave for food. Darnyoupraburajramanthan. Even now, food tickles my mind, and triggering the nerve in me to crave for food. Oooo... wrapped kebab would hit the spot right now! urgh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and and! He is so indian and still love idianising himself, i feel lack sometimes. LOL! Like i'm not indian enough already. lol... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i want goodnightKiss. XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-8485265749364336210?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8485265749364336210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8485265749364336210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-i-have-some-of-your-cookies.html' title='doublechin'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Syj9g0wcJ8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/ptkDFBJNJ6U/s72-c/bab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1116926899068716714</id><published>2009-12-15T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:13:12.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>I won't put my hands up and surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;WHY oh why oh WHY... have i skipped so many classes in a week? or two... heee.... now, it's all getting back at me. Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Eng presentation can do solo??? Go away headache. Go away migrain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Why are you still here when i have so much hatred in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel like i'm an orphan.. sesat-ed child, begging for shelter and a kind family to bring me in. OMG... desperate i am. Sad huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3346989420288595950-1116926899068716714?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1116926899068716714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1116926899068716714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wont-put-my-hands-up-and-surrender.html' title='I won&apos;t put my hands up and surrender'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1449159161120168626</id><published>2009-12-10T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:43:22.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>like a ghost don't need a key</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was More than perfect. Everything worth while. Thx babyy... i Heart you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can be so crappy, and all you wanna do i just slap the shite outta him. But who cares, he makes me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413602464978310290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SyD6wmg2FJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3BXddGLdkn4/s320/DSC01196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1449159161120168626?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1449159161120168626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1449159161120168626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-ghost-dont-need-key.html' title='like a ghost don&apos;t need a key'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SyD6wmg2FJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3BXddGLdkn4/s72-c/DSC01196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1242556339718339682</id><published>2009-12-09T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:43:26.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>i guess you don't like happy endings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, that is so fineeee, with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone take a portion of my heart, where it embedded my soft, sensitive and vulnerable to break part and splatter it to those insensitive humans who love to make my life complicated, being judgmental and two-faced. Let’s have a silent, heart-to-heart deeper conversation and rub away all the misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;I’m done for standing up for myself, voicing out, and being sarcastic. Everyone needs rest, it’s my turn now. So to the rest of the evil, erratic world out there, go on tire out yourself. You will have your turn of tranquility and peace after putting yourself in a ridiculous situation and embarrassing yourself. have fun being in the solitary moment of Embarassment.... xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1242556339718339682?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1242556339718339682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1242556339718339682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-you-dony-like-happy-endings.html' title='i guess you don&apos;t like happy endings.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-573469123812285618</id><published>2009-12-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:52:31.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effings.'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yes i am.. LAUGHING OUT LOUD at you. You!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a nice day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-573469123812285618?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/573469123812285618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/573469123812285618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-3347275119210837008</id><published>2009-12-01T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:53:54.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>Keys to understanding English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/education/story.asp?file=/2009/11/29/education/4989166&amp;amp;sec=education"&gt;Keys to understanding English&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-3347275119210837008?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3347275119210837008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3347275119210837008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/keys-to-understanding-english.html' title='Keys to understanding English'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5767100018604189949</id><published>2009-12-01T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:29:35.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>i fell asleep in a horrible state</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;then dreamt, you love my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just fooling ayy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410175300341493138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SxTNxXVybZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Epwvt4aAEEo/s320/guys.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway, opinion time! (read above) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my opinion? Read below,. LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Needy guys, to me they're just irritating. A pest... you cant have a boyfriend that needs you 24,7. Honestly, the girls should be the needy ones. Thou from my point of view, i hate needy girls. And i don't think i am one. Boyfriend, is just a current relationship that you have no future gurantee on. Yes, u'd probably talk to him about everything and have plans in mere future, but when u're still in your teenage-hood age. You change your mind often on everything. Nothing is permanent. Besides, how can u have a boyfriend who spills everything out to you and telling you their deep-emotional-boy stuffs? Some stuff should be and must be kept secret From the world, even wives have secrets that they don't tell their husbands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Predictable guys, the word predictable is clear enough. BORING! Ok maybe the first few dates are amusing and all. But who wants a boyfriend who is so predictable, you just know where they'll bring you, what they will say in each conversation and arguments. Wth right? Every guys must have a few self-trademarked tricks up their sleeves. If not, kiss goodbye to those hawt girls out there guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Arrogant guys, ok this species of men, don't respect anyone that HE thinks are lower class or don't fit his type/genre etc. If he doesn't have respect to others, cause he thinks his always the right one, the best; do u ever think he'll respect you as his girlfriend? I don't think so. So girls, if you think your boyfiee has an ego, break that ego bitch first before giving him anything, even a kiss on the cheek! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Boorish guys, ok i've never heard of this adjective before. boo.. anyway, i don't think i have any big problem towards boorish guys compared to the other genre of men. Girls, if you have low-self esteem. That is a problem that you should really fix it. Have confidence, why wanna get jealous if your boyfriend looks or even glance at other girls? You know u're better than them already cause you have the guy. Not them. That of course u must be proud of your man la..and to get equal with your guy, look and drool over other guys then. You can even drool over super-hawt charming actors like Edward Cullen, that will already make your guy get crazy. And then, tell them- you can do it, why can't i? LOL.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Cheap guy, ok... well not much i can comment here. This depends on the girls side. If the girl are the bitchy-wannabe type. They use their man to possess expensive gifts. So obviously that type of girls will definitely strike you guys out la! But then again, in my opinion.... cheap guys and calculative guys are the same. I honestly hate calculative guys, don't say guys, even girls that are calculative are just irritating and lifeless. Even a few cents are taken into account. These kinda humans shouldn't be classified as humans. Imagine how embarassing would it be to be going out with them? Who would pay the bills after the meals? damn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. The arguer, haha! I love talking and debating and being rebellious. So, argumentative guys should be a very interesting one for me. Just because they are hguys doesn't mean they have to be dominant and right at all times k? Girls have their thoughts and saying too! Especially when it comes to me. You give me reason that u must be dominant cause u're they guy and im the girl in the relationship? I will skin you alive for just by thinking that way... try me if you dare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways all these are just opinions. Don't be judgemental ppl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-5767100018604189949?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5767100018604189949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5767100018604189949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-fell-asleep-in-horrible-state.html' title='i fell asleep in a horrible state'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SxTNxXVybZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Epwvt4aAEEo/s72-c/guys.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1593146010687984306</id><published>2009-11-30T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:17:00.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>I don't know why you think you got a hold on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SxKeSfrwvKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ws2h7wgSAt0/s1600/57732cd7048fb058b01ce1fd29333bc2ea0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409560143005269154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SxKeSfrwvKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ws2h7wgSAt0/s320/57732cd7048fb058b01ce1fd29333bc2ea0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never needed pain. I never needed strain. I never needed words. I never needed hurt.&lt;/em&gt; Now guess what, it's a lil late for conversation and explanation, there isn't anything for you to say. It has been another great journey with pain in the end. but time kills all pain, i will just suffer at the beginning. So thank you for the pain, and the strain and tears altogether.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1593146010687984306?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1593146010687984306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1593146010687984306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-why-you-think-you-got-hold.html' title='I don&apos;t know why you think you got a hold on me.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SxKeSfrwvKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ws2h7wgSAt0/s72-c/57732cd7048fb058b01ce1fd29333bc2ea0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1506196757010662910</id><published>2009-11-25T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:37:17.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>guess what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sw0xdTuKXUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6sQy3CSbAhg/s1600/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408033107121691970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sw0xdTuKXUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6sQy3CSbAhg/s320/eclipse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what i found! LOOK!!!!!! Above dumb dumbs!!!! Eclipse.... 2010! How can my life be anymore better and satisfying la??? I LOVE YOU... God! laughing out loud, smiling out wide now. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall put on some of my fav quotes here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New Moon's out, so i shall mention some from new moon: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;from Edward: What choice have I? I cannot be without you, but I will not destroy your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feel me???? feel me!! LOL... u get what i mean? darn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;from Bella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me all about it. ratings and my huped-comments on new moon movie shall be out soon. Till then . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love edward Cullen to the MAX, hate me for it. *grins*&lt;em&gt; and by.. u too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1506196757010662910?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1506196757010662910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1506196757010662910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what.html' title='guess what!'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sw0xdTuKXUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6sQy3CSbAhg/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4158222850005185835</id><published>2009-11-25T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:29:54.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>have i found you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; ZOMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more can i say??? NEW MOON is out.. and i am watching it tonight!!!!! I am so excited. Words are so under rated now. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Kill me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edward sayang.. im coming! Haha... LOL! I am outta my mind. At last it's here it's here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408031505001902002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sw0wADXCb7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/XN6i8yeFaJc/s320/hubb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at him.. just look la. How charming can he be. OMG.. he is the definition of it. LOL... irresistable to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408031503388267666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sw0v_9WUVJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BCMC4qSDfjs/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight will be the night!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4158222850005185835?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4158222850005185835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4158222850005185835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-i-found-you.html' title='have i found you?'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sw0wADXCb7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/XN6i8yeFaJc/s72-c/hubb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1810215945407433364</id><published>2009-11-23T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:12:01.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>i can be so mean when i wanna be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwonmoiTQkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/e9iAzFTozlg/s1600/ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407177847281500738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwonmoiTQkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/e9iAzFTozlg/s320/ha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sometimes, it's good to shout in public. Don't you think? It might be a lil &lt;em&gt;LOA&lt;/em&gt;- lack of attention and you get some stares. But why not? Especially in a public place that is not your hometown? Like in malacca? You ppl should try out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/3346989420288595950-1810215945407433364?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1810215945407433364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1810215945407433364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-be-so-mean-when-i-wanna-be.html' title='i can be so mean when i wanna be.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwonmoiTQkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/e9iAzFTozlg/s72-c/ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-8749208124026039499</id><published>2009-11-22T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:05:50.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>omgomgomgZomg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am really getting more and more tham jiak and eating like nobody's business. sarah ng mei ler, if u're reading this. I got ur eating disease in me! and my thighs seems to be huge. omFG! I know fats dont accumulate in days time but this time, i think it really does. Or maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me cause my body can't take the disease anymore. dang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoooo.... lil brad, which is not so lil anymore is really getting on everyone's nerve. Yet, his some freaking cute cockel spanniel (if that's how u spell it) mixed doggie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406943948704417506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwlS38b5huI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MXVouc-fckg/s320/091114_235443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the name's Brad. The Brad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.. told you he's cute, and yes he has a chain hanging around him. Pamper shite.. he eats ayamas chicken bone, lucky bastard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-8749208124026039499?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8749208124026039499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8749208124026039499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/omgomgomgzomg.html' title='omgomgomgZomg'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwlS38b5huI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MXVouc-fckg/s72-c/091114_235443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4971042253969986428</id><published>2009-11-21T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:38:49.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>i'm unprotected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Swe0nXV4aPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6uFxCNZ6mOo/s1600/l.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 61px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406488466055260402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Swe0nXV4aPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6uFxCNZ6mOo/s320/l.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Have you ever felt like u're see-though-able? And it's like u fall for pretty things too fast. Just a lil too fast, ppl around u said, take one step at a time. But at that very moment, things just felt so solitude, like u need to take a bigger step, or skip a step.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4971042253969986428?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4971042253969986428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4971042253969986428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-unprotected.html' title='i&apos;m unprotected.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Swe0nXV4aPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6uFxCNZ6mOo/s72-c/l.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4184701705528686243</id><published>2009-11-21T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:54:28.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>u're acting like u're oh-so-debonair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, lately i've been pms-ing and throwing tantrums like crazy. I pity boyfiee... anyways, most of the times, well sometimes it was because of him. and some other shite random stuff that i will relate to whatever that is happening and arguing with. Okay.. don't get my point? It's ok. LOL.. i talk inversely lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, last few nights i was so freaking pist with some matter, and he have to come interfere and talk crappie stuff and being dumb and irritating me. I kickid him outta his room, on my laptop and started writing an essay. Freak? I know. I really don't know what got into me. Haha! So what my erratic mind says is to, post up my drafted, spontaneous, filled with anger and crappie essay here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...here goes...btw, it's x-rated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Female is the word that is meant for the feminine life that is leaving on earth; Male is the word for the oh-so-masculine living beings on earth. It’s just two letters away from each other, and physically wise, female has the existence of two smart bombs hanging in front of their chest and a vagina, which males called them pussy. As for a male, they have the privilege of having a hanging-outside looking cocktail sausage, which is called the penis. Oh, before I forgot, males have the two balls, wrapped in a sagging looking, wrinkled-skin with messy pubic hair on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ancient times, females are worthless and are treated like fuck-toys. All they do is get fucked and clean up the mess the males make. I just couldn’t understand why do females get treated this way? Look through my points, and don’t missed out any and you’ll get what I mean. You see, females are the ones that get pregnant, they are the life giver, bringing those mother fucking bastards on earth. Bringing and giving them a fucking life to live. Don’t you agree? You can’t say no to that. Besides that, when the process of intercourse, for those unlucky virgins who get fucked by horny male bastards with their millions of sperm dying to meet and join with an ovum. I tell you why virgins are unlucky and I tell you why those penises love virgins. You see, when a female is still a virgin, everything is still in the brand-new order, they call it- tight. Those mother fuckers love it tight. It gives them the ultimate pleasure. They masturbate, all men do, inevitably. But, they use their bare hands to do it; when it meets a pussy, its different story altogether. The point here is, when sexual intercourse is taking place, the males get the ultimate pleasure in their whole entire life. On the other hand, the females suffer from the pain, the enlargement process of something sticking into your pussy, going back and forth. Just imagine you had a hard time shitting, constipation for instance, huge faeces comes dropping out. The pain that the female felt is probably 10 times worst than your constipation pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what I’m trying to tell you here? Why are girls being treated this way? Fucking males get all the privilege, and that is a non-arguable statement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we drop by today’s world, the treating the females like slaves are long gone. Now, even the females are more dominant than the males, thumbs up for that! But still, here’s the sad part. When females get fucked, they are looked down and are labeled as a bitch, or worst- slut. As for the mother fuckers here, fucking around is their pride and glory. They lose nothing, female loses everything. Here’s another question to ponder upon, why is it so not fair for the females? That is why, when guys suffer in whatever circumstances over a lady, it is appropriate, it is very acceptable. Haven’t we the ladies suffer enough for you guys out there? Think about it.&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/3346989420288595950-4184701705528686243?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4184701705528686243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4184701705528686243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/ure-acting-like-ure-oh-so-debonair.html' title='u&apos;re acting like u&apos;re oh-so-debonair'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7935320696907660239</id><published>2009-11-18T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:33:22.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party people'/><title type='text'>flightless bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honestly, i just can't wait for the New Moon, twilight saga movie to be out. I am telling you, giving you a heads up first. I can go crazy... like really out of my mind, overly erratic. So beware! And screw you freaks out there, who's alter ego which is super high, that cannot accept the fact that New Moon is so-damn good! &lt;strong&gt;Living in denial&lt;/strong&gt;, is not a life idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.... did i told you i went for a 21st birthday bash party lately? I guess not, it was Regina darling's 21st, and i met his oh-so-cute bro Elijah which is a freak in tattoos and Incubus. His the dark side. I don't mind intro him to you single chic out there. Gimme a ring.&lt;br /&gt;And an extra point for this party is, Regina's party serves the BEST and im highlighting it, The Best potato salad ever on earth! Never have i ate such scrumptious and soft and crunchy yummy, finger licking potato salad ever. Haha.. after the house party, there were like alcohol freaks as the guest, so yes u're right... non stop flows of alcohol was pouring the whole nite. And need not i remind you that, there's a vast difference in between love to drink- alcoholic and being able to drink.... lol! So at home, if im not wrong there were approximately 7 bottles of white label. &lt;br /&gt;After house party, head down to Pure, as usual. There seems to be a lesser choice of clubs and hang outs here. So pls bear that on mind. Pure... 3 tables booked, with 3 buckets of beers each. So you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;3x3... How many buckets were there? Haha... you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Liquor then beer. Ain't it fun? Booo...&lt;br /&gt;and further than that, alcohol kicks in.. and there it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEVngP54I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CK97M0F8G3c/s1600/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450222179444610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEVngP54I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CK97M0F8G3c/s320/DSC01196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heart this pic... don't you? ladies, his taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEVE84JII/AAAAAAAAANs/2I4H0k5EFWc/s1600/DSC01229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450212904281218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEVE84JII/AAAAAAAAANs/2I4H0k5EFWc/s320/DSC01229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; elijah. Ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEUgDbZzI/AAAAAAAAANk/6JuP36ia1U4/s1600/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450202999646002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEUgDbZzI/AAAAAAAAANk/6JuP36ia1U4/s320/DSC01224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEUItGMhI/AAAAAAAAANc/jt9MJTjzKcY/s1600/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450196731965970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEUItGMhI/AAAAAAAAANc/jt9MJTjzKcY/s320/DSC01228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johnny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQETxxjWKI/AAAAAAAAANU/sjAA0k-anKA/s1600/14764_104119146272264_100000225375574_116020_5996366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405450190576638114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQETxxjWKI/AAAAAAAAANU/sjAA0k-anKA/s320/14764_104119146272264_100000225375574_116020_5996366_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday girl and I, on flaming Lamborghini.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, no more flaming for me, ever. I tawar with that shite dy. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XX folks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7935320696907660239?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7935320696907660239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7935320696907660239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/flightless-bird.html' title='flightless bird'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SwQEVngP54I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CK97M0F8G3c/s72-c/DSC01196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1981828800518078191</id><published>2009-11-17T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:59:33.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>mat rempits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The truth hurts, lol.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all my dear moral assignment mates, i know i have a part to contribute in this assignment... but if u know me well, i will definitely finish it without fail, but im always a last minute worker. Kudos! So, here's the thing, i have to submit to them to finalise everything. And guess what, i just finished my oart, lol... mail it to them and wal-lahh! I am at the safe side, no blames to be out on me. Ok i slept at 5am - 6am yesterday, and finally got my ass up from my bed. So excuse the babbling part of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what? i shall post up my work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLUTIONS  TO  MAT   REMPIT  -  ILLEGAL  STREET  RACERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.      ACTIONS  SPEAK  LOUDER  THAN  WORDS. &lt;br /&gt;Governments  should  start  enforcing  new  rules  and  proper  facilities  to  facilitate  and  educate  these  racers.  We  always  see  it  in  news  that  the  government  will  do  this  and  will  do  that  to  help  these  unmannered  racers.  But  the  government  need  to  realize  that  wanting  something  and  by  mentioning  it  is  just  words,  actions  should  be  taken  and  carried  out immediately  to  fully  aid  these  lost  souls.  If  these  actions  were  to  delay,  it  might  be  too  late  to  help  these  people  when  they permanently  make  street  racing  as  their  habit. Rehabilitation  centres  should  be  built,  effective  counseling  sessions  should  be  carried  out  from  time  to  time  and  so  on.  These  should  be  an  action,  not  just  suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;2.      KNOWING  THEIR  PEERS.&lt;br /&gt;Mat  rempit  consists  of  mainly  the  youths  in  the  country;  you  don’t  see  adults  or  children  riding  on  the  street  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  Teenagers  are  the  ones  doing  this  illegal  street  racing  and  you  can  see  it  framing  up  on  each  and  every  source  of  media.  Youths,  as  everyone  know,  are  influenced  by  their  cycle  of  friends.  Their  identity  and  personality  are  mould  by  their  peers,  who  they  tend  to  hang  out  with  and  socialize  with.  Hence,  it  is  essential  and  is  a  responsibility  for  every  parent  to  know  their  child’s  cycle  of  friends.  Parents  should  know  that  they  too  play  a  very  important  role  in  their  child’s  life,  recognizing  their  child’s  real  attitude  can  prevent  them  from  getting  involves  in  illegal  street  racers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      SCHOOL  SHOULD  COLLABORATE  WITH  POLICE/OTHER  AUTHORITIES.&lt;br /&gt;School  is  like  the  second  venue  to  home  for  all  children  and  youths.  It’s  a  place  where  they  spent  more  than  ¼  of  their  time  there,  every  weekday.  Besides,  schools  are  the  main  place  where  the  youths  hang  out  and  share  their  time  together  with  their  friends.  Schools  are  highly  recommended  to  collaborate  with  higher  authorities  like  the  police  men  to  catch  which  ever  students  that  are  involved  in  illegal  street  racing.  Heavy  punishments  like  dropping  out  from  school  should  be  embedded  in  the  school’s  rule  in  order  to  prevent  student  and  youths  in  getting  involved  in  illegal  street  racing.  Such  rules  will  than  provoke  them  not  to  get  involved  in  such  activities  and  make  them  think  twice  in  getting  involve.  As  they  say,  prevention  is  better  than  cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      MEDIA  TOO  CAN  PLAY  A  ROLE.&lt;br /&gt;Media  is  always  known  for  its  negative  effect  towards  the  younger  generation’s  mind.  Inevitably,  television  has  become  the  learning  box  for  our  generation,  today.  We  can  argue  whether  it  teaches  the  negative  or  positive  values,  but  one  thing’s  for  sure;  it  is  one  of  the  main  sources  of  education  and  entertainment,  at  the  same  time.  Whether   we  are  pre-schoolers  or  a  teenager  or  adult  or  even  senior  citizens,  we  all  enjoy  one  thing  in  common;  and  it  is  the  television.  Also  known  as,  the  entertainment  industry- media.  Hence,  the  entertainment  industry  can  actually  play  a  bigger  role.  They  should  realize,  they  can  be  the  main  culprit  behind  all  the  sins  in  the  world  or  the  guardian  angel  to  educate  today’s  corrupted  generation.  Making  films  and  publish  more  about  the  world  for  the  illegal  street  racers  can  actually  punch  a  hole  in  the  youth’s  head  and  make  them  realize  that  they  are  taking  the  wrong  route  for  their  life.  Show  them  how  they  can  destroy  their  future  by  participating  and  getting  involved  in  illegal  street  racing.  As  they  say,  picture  shows  a  thousand  words.  If  they  can’t  understand  the  advice  given  in  words,  act  it  and  play  it  out  for  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.      CITIZENS  AND  BYSTANDERS  SHOULD  FACILITATE  THE  POLICE.&lt;br /&gt;Instead  of  feeling  threaten  over  these  illegal  street  racers,  we  as  the  bystanders  should  take  an  action  to  provoke  and  teach  them  a  lesson.  We  should  contact  the  authorized  officers  as  soon  as  we  caught  a  sight  of  any  suspected  illegal  street  racers.  The  policemen  will  have  difficulties  in  arresting  these  hooligans,  as  it  is  hard  to  identify  them.  As  a  bystander,  whenever  we  are  harassed  by  these  bunches  of  racers,  we  shouldn’t  be  stopped  and  stunned  by  them.  Instead,  we  should  run  them  over  and  trail  them  off  to  the  nearest  police  station.  Two  men  are  better  than  one  man  in  doing  this  job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      WHY  RACE  ON  STREET  WHEN  YOU  CAN  RACE  ON  TRACKS?  This  may sound  absurd,  but  try  thinking  it  in  this  way-  we  can prevent  unwanted,  deadly  tragedies.  Illegal  street  racing  causes  road  accidents  and  the  current  issue  is  murder,  as  they  harassed  other  citizens  which  unfortunately  was  caught  at  the  same  place  as  they  are.  So,  think  of  it,  if  these  racers  cannot  be  stopped,  why  not  encourage  them  to  race  on  proper  tracks?  Besides,  in  this  way,  we  can  then have  a  little  hold  and  control  over  them  after  some  time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's kinda here and there, cause this is  the draft, all by my own effort k... plagarism is so not my thing.&lt;/span&gt;  XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1981828800518078191?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1981828800518078191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1981828800518078191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/mat-rempits.html' title='mat rempits'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2285050746368279188</id><published>2009-11-17T05:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:43:53.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effings.'/><title type='text'>no offense BUT</title><content type='html'>Fucking malaccan are so typically urghhhhh-uncivilized!!! If i may say so... like it or not, it's my fucking blog and i say what i want to say, don't like it? Fuck off! Im honestloy not in the mood to try to thing straight and take care of people's feeling, right now. I don't give a damn. Sue me la dumb!&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers, just because we klang people don't act immature and delete people from their accounts and "so call" putus hubungan... pls la.. it's just virtually. Get in reality la freaks, you still gotta face the real world. I hate you. And you. So grow up you people. If unfortunately you like the way you are, then don't start comparing and asking and telling stupid stuffs to me. Fucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2285050746368279188?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2285050746368279188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2285050746368279188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-offense-but.html' title='no offense BUT'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7136325277099805699</id><published>2009-11-03T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:13:20.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party people'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween pics- updates!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I didn't really think that the guys' outfits are scary, not even for a second... hilarious thou. But after looking through at these pics. It is a little hair goosing-bumping around. Lol! Have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738975859833426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-5_U_0-lI/AAAAAAAAANM/an-CU18V9Tk/s320/DSC01144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;look! I have Vampire's fangs.. scary ayy? lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;jkjk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738971787737826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-5_F09uuI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y35qP3I18XI/s320/31102009811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Johnny in his mask thing and aJay in his Joker muka thingy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738959180431266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-5-W3Jf6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/WGvcfqAKHTA/s320/31102009809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The ladies in Bunny suits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(notice there is another face beside pink bunny? Gawd know who or what is that. damn...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738956962827586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-5-OmbjUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6pE-LqbXHRM/s320/31102009806.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look i have horns! and Long hair. hhahaha... and my mr. Devil. (not so scary??? Look further down... *grins*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738949333136866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-59yLXteI/AAAAAAAAAMs/oFKU-gx-RBA/s320/31102009803.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Told you they're scary. See that thing in white beside me? Mr. Adrian mike. LOL! And we have mr. Devil and Mr. Hell Boy with us. lol! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7136325277099805699?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7136325277099805699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7136325277099805699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-5_U_0-lI/AAAAAAAAANM/an-CU18V9Tk/s72-c/DSC01144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2193917810267108202</id><published>2009-11-02T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:49:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily needs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laughters and fun. That's all i need and that's what i always want. Can't you just provide me that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718562877573154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-nbItmiCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9oauQlLAsH4/s320/smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2193917810267108202?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2193917810267108202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2193917810267108202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/daily-needs.html' title='daily needs.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Su-nbItmiCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9oauQlLAsH4/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2668736638793073321</id><published>2009-11-01T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:47:22.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>i told you so</title><content type='html'>as irritating as it may sound. &lt;em&gt;Quotes: First you deny, now you avoid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore, why can't you just understand that it's just hard and complicated not to mention, total wakwardness to talk about such topic to you? What more can i say when i like popping such question? Clarifying stuff is insignificant anymore when you already had the heads up and hints. Truth is always ugly anyways, Both ways, both parties are so forceful to put a stand on things. Why not think about the middle person. Me? It ain't my fault, at least not a 100% my fault. I didn't want us to burn out at one side. And the other, i didn't plan to hold you down, But i already am.&lt;br /&gt;Find another. Who won't hurt you and make you cry. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2668736638793073321?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2668736638793073321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2668736638793073321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-told-you-so.html' title='i told you so'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-539880999111534535</id><published>2009-10-31T18:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:44:51.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liquor heads'/><title type='text'>red devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horns. Forky-looking titans. Tail that had failed to serve its purpose. Red tube dress. Killer heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What comes in your mind??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha... yuppie yup. Went for Halloween party yesterday, dressed up as a devil. It was okie thou, malaysians are lame. Not all, but majorly, they don't even have the initiative to dress up a little. How la to improve our country's economics and status? All selamba and lazy bumms! Lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had sex on the beach, graveyard, bir bir bir... boringgggg.... But sotb was awesome, all time fav. Now i know why mummy likes Irish whisky. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes! I wore a wig... more like extension wig, i had long hair yesterday, a real heads up for my consideration of doing extension. Wicked. Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures at iz's hp, shall upload it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398710865466690434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SuwS7bUvC4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/EHiZT0nbvS8/s320/DSC01116.JPG" /&gt;i am so liking the wig-effect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398712104973691426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SuwUDk2O6iI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zMZLksOr5P8/s320/DSC01121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN folks! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-539880999111534535?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/539880999111534535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/539880999111534535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-devil.html' title='red devil'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SuwS7bUvC4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/EHiZT0nbvS8/s72-c/DSC01116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1502001001618523258</id><published>2009-10-30T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:16:08.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think im a nocturnal patient.... seriously. I am sleeping so late every night that i donmt even realised i am tired even if i am. Getthawhattaimean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something random... how to be Cruel to old Man. haha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old horny ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398380833232739682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SurmxBcdXWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4eecYyJs43g/s320/ATT0004077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's raining! After so long.&lt;/em&gt;  xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1502001001618523258?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1502001001618523258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1502001001618523258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleep.html' title='sleep.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SurmxBcdXWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4eecYyJs43g/s72-c/ATT0004077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2165977577406329500</id><published>2009-10-30T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:57:42.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>aint so special after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's over rated to say malaca has the best food in town and all. Okie.... cheap food all around in hawker stalls probably serves some good ones with the price that is very affordable. But other than that, not so afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy drop by malaca just now, to come see me of course! When he's on the way back from Johor, he travels a lot you see.... haha! So, we went out for dinner, there's a few places i recommended... but all doesnt seem to impress him... buuu! LOL... anyways, i got so fed up, besides im not that good when it comes to leading the way and recognising directions and roads. So wth... we ended up in a western food restaurant eating grilled chicken chop and fillet and pasta and everythinf that is common. Damn. I most start roaming all around malaca; not that i dont.... oh well. &lt;em&gt;Shouts: Malaccans out there! Prove to me something... haha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, Halloween Party is tonight! what to wear? what to dress up as????? damn it... can i just dont dress up? Just go as me myself and I. Scary enough righttt???? lmao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398374367627466354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Surg4rMCVnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B6Lgqh6adtA/s320/Amanda+(25).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398376122044571138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Suriey5q3gI/AAAAAAAAAME/YS-g3HjG3pQ/s320/red-hot-devil%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but.. i like this. Sexay aint it? But a lil porn-ish as well. Bummer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2165977577406329500?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2165977577406329500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2165977577406329500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/aint-so-special-after-all.html' title='aint so special after all.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Surg4rMCVnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B6Lgqh6adtA/s72-c/Amanda+(25).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2670406245794957630</id><published>2009-10-27T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:43:39.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn it</title><content type='html'>i just wrote freaking one big full lenghty page of words on this very page, and it just when deleted. fcuk. I hate you Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention darn you streamyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nerves!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2670406245794957630?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2670406245794957630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2670406245794957630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn-it.html' title='damn it'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-781576382614267606</id><published>2009-10-19T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:55:50.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>semester 2</title><content type='html'>yuppieee doopiieeee doooooo.... sem 2 is here. Time flies.. i know! And assignments are also piling up. Screw youuuuuu1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akon's concert anyone????    xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-781576382614267606?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/781576382614267606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/781576382614267606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/semester-2.html' title='semester 2'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-3820647203222079434</id><published>2009-10-15T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:38:46.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>this is so ominous.</title><content type='html'>i HEART this song. And it actually portraying things that will want to, need to, and right to say to him if things get wrong. Shite happens.... but one thing's for sure. I am no where close to these lyrics. But as i say, it's ominous! &lt;br /&gt;Awesome song with even awesome lyrics. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high&lt;br /&gt;It never would've worked out right&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-3820647203222079434?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3820647203222079434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3820647203222079434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-so-ominous.html' title='this is so ominous.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2770785847801321417</id><published>2009-10-14T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:47:54.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><title type='text'>second road trip</title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE!!!!! You heard it right.... just got back.. wicked right?! LOL... more updates to come! Now, im gonna get changed! &lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2770785847801321417?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2770785847801321417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2770785847801321417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-road-trip.html' title='second road trip'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2776746510594869970</id><published>2009-10-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:28:43.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>shouts</title><content type='html'>Seriously: &lt;br /&gt;why bother when people around you tends to disappoint you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2776746510594869970?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2776746510594869970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2776746510594869970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/shouts.html' title='shouts'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5368879305160591780</id><published>2009-10-08T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:24:58.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><title type='text'>singa here i come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mommy daddy... i love you!!!!! Im sry again. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Singapore here i come! i love my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need a change. My time table for my second sem is killing me softly, goodbye freedom. Urghh... still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;U know me, someway some how i'll find my way.&lt;br /&gt;*winks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3346989420288595950-5368879305160591780?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5368879305160591780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5368879305160591780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/singa-here-i-come.html' title='singa here i come'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4554310537602011935</id><published>2009-10-06T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:37:14.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawan-ku'/><title type='text'>say what you need to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is just a sudden urge to typo on the keypad. So random, i know. But hey.. it happens k... haha! Anyways, chillign at denez's place tonight! probably sleeping here to.. and so im using her comp here. and all i got to say is.. her keyboard damn cacat! anyhoooo... randon thought of the day:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Friends come and go, but one thing's for sure..... the old ones are never to be forgotten. They are the ones that is always there for you when you need them. No matter how irritated they are with your request someway, somehow they'll do it for you. Just for you. This is dedicated to my kesayangan-s out there. You know who you are. with Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4554310537602011935?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4554310537602011935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4554310537602011935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-what-you-need-to-say.html' title='say what you need to say'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-336196733722514843</id><published>2009-09-28T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:45:37.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just want someone to hear me out. Keep all ears on me, that's all i'm asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-336196733722514843?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/336196733722514843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/336196733722514843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/ears.html' title='ears'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2710674161241614361</id><published>2009-09-28T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:59:24.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>make your little getaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Exam just ended. So here goes.... 1 down. 3 to go.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Humans! you so gotta listen to &lt;em&gt;John Mayer's I'm gonna find another you.&lt;/em&gt; I LOVEEEE it.... im gonna blast it out loud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But first, sleep awaits. Fingers crossed, tomorrow is accounting paper. You know how much i dislike it.&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/3346989420288595950-2710674161241614361?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2710674161241614361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2710674161241614361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-your-little-getaway.html' title='make your little getaway.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-8563125243277148699</id><published>2009-09-27T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:18:52.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever felt so guilty but you can'r do much about it? Cause there is no turning back, how can you sacrifice something that you're addicted to or attached to by now to someone that you don't really know. But behind all the lies, i know why i 'don't really know' her. There is so many awkwardness going on. She don't give you the chance, even though she said, i wouldn't blame her. It's not her fault, but hun... i know deep inside you really do put the blame on me. I'm sorry for not knowing earlier, if only.... if only..... i would love to have known you and spend time, you know we'll have fun. By any slightest chance, i might want to turn things over. Though that may not make out on where i am today, i am contented. I really do and did miss those stuffs that were skeptically left for months undone. I learnt to cope, i know how it feels. Yet, i am still selfish to do it to someone else. Have a chance on me babe... Tough on the cover, it ain't mean i'm not fragile deep inside. I wanna be mad at times, just really make it like it's a huge issue, but i can't. Cause i know, if it happens- Now what? That question will be pondering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and honestly, i would rather have known you first than miss Z. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a poker face. Again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;....... ....... ....... ....... .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Finals starting tomorrow, look at me. Never will i change. I wanna give a damn. I tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;................................ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-8563125243277148699?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8563125243277148699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/8563125243277148699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-438410277139295632</id><published>2009-09-27T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:23:54.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>study laaaa weeiiii....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should really start now. BUT as usual, procrastinating is my middle name. I hate it when i do that. Seriously... someone help me. All the emotions that are running through me now is so messed up. In this hand i have problems and complications that are so tangled up, involving him and her; and in the other hand, another him and her. Then there's him and him. And again him and her. Who to blame? What to blame?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna cursed and tantrums and make faces, main tak layan. But i know that will not solve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;God, I need a poker face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;............... ignorance should be my new best friend. ily paramore. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-438410277139295632?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/438410277139295632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/438410277139295632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/study-laaaa-weeiiii.html' title='study laaaa weeiiii....'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4495669311141650737</id><published>2009-09-26T18:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:24:55.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictu&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;es from the shopping spree as promised. lol! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday was awesome.. mist was superb. Too bad pictures couldn't be uploaded nor taken, due to martin's request... gf ahem... if u wanna know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but first..... birthday pics! (ps-lazy to upload everything) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386044357217406210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sr8SznBwzQI/AAAAAAAAALI/tepCvfgNS94/s320/Picture+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im 18!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386044348835826850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sr8SzHzcDKI/AAAAAAAAALA/L1R6GJpjePU/s320/Picture+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love my teeths. Love itttt.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386044326346479762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sr8Sx0Bj2JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FIsRUi-AhBc/s320/DSC00942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know she's hot. But she's owned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;snooze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386044320542498754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sr8SxeZyH8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mC_a0hkcrIY/s320/DSC00930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jesz, me, izue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..................................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4495669311141650737?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4495669311141650737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4495669311141650737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictu-r-es-from-shopping-spree-as.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sr8SznBwzQI/AAAAAAAAALI/tepCvfgNS94/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7467661995008065243</id><published>2009-09-17T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:50:46.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><title type='text'>All the way around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KL!&lt;/strong&gt; Baybehh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There is where i headed... &lt;em&gt;woooooh000000000000/&lt;/em&gt;...... lol! I had fun thou.... there's a lil complications here and there. It still feels like a road trip thingy, another unexpected plannings that came to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Izue and I just head up to Damansara yesterday, head up there to her sist's jesz place. Settle down, sleep and the very next day....&lt;strong&gt; shopping&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;SUSHI&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have been ravenously craving for it.... hahaa! Total satisfaction for my tummy. yumm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;and guess what???!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i just got back! lol... yes yes.... almost 4am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well, that's my life here... everything and everyone is still not asleep. It feels like 8pm at night... lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oh well... i'm off to get myself clean up! Pictures coming Soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xx &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/3346989420288595950-7467661995008065243?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7467661995008065243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7467661995008065243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-way-around.html' title='All the way around.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6717150627879989561</id><published>2009-09-15T15:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:41:04.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>bang bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;septemberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..............&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(random thoughts&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okie, something new. Not so new now, but i have not been posting up a lot... wreck like a dead corpse i know.... so i'm just saying... bloggie kesayangan and dear readers; do not be shock or show what-so-ever reactions yang melebih-lebih ayy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've pierced my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..........weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna take a look? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381601718158829794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq9KP-19KOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6gEPrbFhJc0/s320/DSC00868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6717150627879989561?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6717150627879989561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6717150627879989561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/bang-bang.html' title='bang bang!'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq9KP-19KOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6gEPrbFhJc0/s72-c/DSC00868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7249334709988974407</id><published>2009-09-15T04:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:39:19.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrated'/><title type='text'>peekabooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq6rGSigxFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/27WA-TGY3ss/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381426729298478162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq6rGSigxFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/27WA-TGY3ss/s320/DSC00805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what do u think?? like it like it??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gothic mania. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;omggggg.... it's 4.44am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;im still up and rambling on my blog &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and taking silly shots. Im nuts!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*u know what. im gonna blog everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here comes the passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7249334709988974407?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7249334709988974407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7249334709988974407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/peekabooooooooooo.html' title='peekabooooooooooo'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq6rGSigxFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/27WA-TGY3ss/s72-c/DSC00805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6091537248942767710</id><published>2009-09-14T15:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:41:31.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><title type='text'>just one night couldn't be so wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5ock0ENfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9mOATyfIFqs/s1600-h/06092009383.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROAD TRIP WAS AWESOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381353435558458786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5ocCFKNaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5rLLfaLiPYM/s320/22082009120+(1).jpg" /&gt;Denez and prabz was the kaki-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met: Greg. Jon. Delarie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okie,.. it's been long since i've blog. I know... but my time was consumed all this while. Too much fun, too little time im telling you. Malacca is simply awesome. Never knew a small town like this that used to be so lame and boring has drastically changed over time. For good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since im heare, it serves the purpose. heee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great peers around... what more can i say? lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaa... okie. Here's how the whole road trip that was pre planned went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left at 2am in the morning.... driver prabz... so not a sober that time, as usual he will con and said im fine. Myself and denez couldn't cxare much, we just wanted our Fun to start! hahahahahaha.... the best part was, we got no idea how we're gonna head to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destination Unknow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to JB but we must use pasir gudang highway or something like that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381353429434694370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5obrRI-uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hjBq6b1b0o8/s320/DSC09351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;denez was with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.... this place look familiar.....(she says that in every stop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we're heading pasir gudang right?? follow the big trucks... go go go.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and prabu sayang was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;....pist and pist.... LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what we did was.... LOL! Thinking of it now just makes me laugh my ass off ppl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I opened and started my gprs thingy and tracking roads and JB to get to denez's aunt's taman jaya ehsan. LOL! and it worked..it gave us very precise details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there were no more trucks to follow... started asking early morning joggers and all the old old uncle and aunty directions... went all one big round, and still couldn't find the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Greg.. denez's boyfie was so sleepy and probably cant even recalll we called him last night. haha! We were asking questions, he was practically nudging the head over the phone and kept saying...hmmm....hmmmm....hmmmm.... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, with our great sense of intuition and driving around like lost souls we finally saw the sign board "Taman Ehsan Jaya".&lt;strong&gt; FINALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the next day.... we just went with the flow, only lousy sign boards and GPRS to lead us to all places. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never thought i would be good with directions and recognising roads. I was so frigging proud and felt so damn contented, im telling you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in JB, i've met Gregory for the first time,denez boyfieeee; met his utter-cute brother Jonathan and his gf, Delarie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sama kepala hang out babe. haha! Went shisha..... and for the first time, i tasted honeydew shisha. HAAhaa&lt;br /&gt;Too much words and grammars, i'll leave it to the pics! Ahhhhh.... delarie and denez. We can upload our shisha pics here, Greg and Jon will never know. Heeee.... hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351369598240562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5mjxx3BzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/elE55iOOpfU/s320/06092009385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351338557512098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5mh-JLGaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7GON9uZDDm4/s320/05092009343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351362916100162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5mjY4tqEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MJVgYBW51GA/s320/05092009366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351354847282290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5mi609RHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2m33HQZ8dCY/s320/05092009361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351342703351378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5miNlnllI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_snK4dLwVgg/s320/05092009344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;XOXOX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6091537248942767710?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6091537248942767710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6091537248942767710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-one-night-couldnt-be-so-wrong.html' title='just one night couldn&apos;t be so wrong.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/Sq5ocCFKNaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5rLLfaLiPYM/s72-c/22082009120+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-4793199681168660162</id><published>2009-08-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:46:03.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;trouble magnet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes i am!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-4793199681168660162?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4793199681168660162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/4793199681168660162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/08/trouble-magnet.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2549592693161756169</id><published>2009-07-15T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:00:04.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effings.'/><title type='text'>FriggingAdiposeTissueSucks! (FATS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;F.A.T.S- Frigging Adipose Tissue Sucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You suck... i Hate you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(exclamation) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Going back home... im gonna whack on home cook food.... so here we go again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The FATS ride NEVER stops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2549592693161756169?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2549592693161756169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2549592693161756169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/07/friggingadiposetissuesucks-fats.html' title='FriggingAdiposeTissueSucks! (FATS)'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-200686080539904839</id><published>2009-07-13T13:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:14:16.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll be heading home soon! Haha... ok... i might not show that i miss home much but... i really do..My sayang toilet... i'm coming! I miss verny, her birthday's coming some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p.s. Suggestions on present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeee....... best part is daddy's coming down to pick me up after his appointment. I cant wait!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just woke up! haha... eating oats now. I am getting the adipose tissue accumulating man.. they're like parasit in the opposite effect! Fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and Mid term is on the way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Damn it. It's been long since i actually sit down and some "exams".. it's all coming back to me now. You could put it in the way like: i miss exams. LOL... weird. I know.. im getting kinkier. arghh... and for you ppl out there. Dont worry! For all the fun times im having here... it's balanced out with nerdy moments as well... haha! For real la.. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(though i admit fun times higher percentage than nerdy times by a lil.. but wth right! lmao.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You so dont believe me aint you? Fine. You want proof? I give you proof! Take it and gO!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357823661116416530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SlrQO5oG4hI/AAAAAAAAAII/6OTdTTT_hCg/s320/DSC00454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;complimentary to Vidusha. He took this...without me knwing, as always. So screw the messy look. I was really in the aura of studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and screw blogger and streamyx.. second time &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;editing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;this post. damn it! And for that.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm eating SUPER RING. FATS. %$#@! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-200686080539904839?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/200686080539904839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/200686080539904839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/07/soon.html' title='soon.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SlrQO5oG4hI/AAAAAAAAAII/6OTdTTT_hCg/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1733935493664238398</id><published>2009-07-12T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:53:07.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effings.'/><title type='text'>SCREWdriver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I so freaking screw things up yesterday. Argh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i am pist with myself man! Why the fuck did i drank JD and someone smartly gave me effing bir and i took it. Smart i know! thank god i vomitted and was ok... but stil!!! I am pist at myself for doing that, Shite man! I am so through with this. Promises are promises. I'm not suppose to break it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;and now is like wth.. everyone is asking me about it. Newsflash for real man! I told you not to... i told you no. Why must you make me do this shite. And look where am i now?? And you could just blame it on me. I am thru with attitudes. I never got treated that way before. Urgh. I love mo. So what! Things happen then happen la. The best part of it is we don even care by the time the sun rises. No more for me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i need theraphy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I need facial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I need pampering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I need mani and pedi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I need my clean water, toilet, bed and everythig else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I need to go home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;AND I WILL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1733935493664238398?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1733935493664238398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1733935493664238398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/07/screwdriver.html' title='SCREWdriver.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5319712620731898489</id><published>2009-07-02T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:50:29.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing and ramblings.'/><title type='text'>gmail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Daddy just mailed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;can you believe it... damn. He just made me miss home even more. I miss verny.. sobs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But in another way, i don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-5319712620731898489?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5319712620731898489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5319712620731898489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/07/gmail.html' title='gmail.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1393450774457453880</id><published>2009-07-01T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:32:27.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effings.'/><title type='text'>stuck up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here... right here right now. There are tonnes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You name it, stuck ups, attitudes, two faces, everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And i am through as he said; u can't trust no one here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;im on my own, for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Thx Pra and Hariz for your time and companionship. It was fun last night. Emoshite can be so fun at times. Lol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1393450774457453880?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1393450774457453880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1393450774457453880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck-up.html' title='stuck up.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-3508569593602864603</id><published>2009-06-23T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:48:54.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing and ramblings.'/><title type='text'>darn friendster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am feeling freaking nostalgic now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I just viewed Friendster after so long abandoning it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and damn it... i just saw all the pictures. Steffy's, Verny's mummy, daddy, yvone, jane.. everyone! And i miss them... badly... now. I aint liking it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have work to do. Cries~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-3508569593602864603?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3508569593602864603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/3508569593602864603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/06/darn-friendster.html' title='darn friendster.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-536450656716414194</id><published>2009-06-22T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:27:39.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Damn it DAMN IT DAMN IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg!!! OMG!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFG26TaV1r8&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFG26TaV1r8&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys gotta f-king click this... it's out! It's here... damn it! I am so thrilled and freaking adrenaline rush flowing through me.... I am so hyped! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;With love, for edward only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-536450656716414194?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/536450656716414194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/536450656716414194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-it-damn-it-damn-it.html' title='Damn it DAMN IT DAMN IT!!!'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7863563347296616750</id><published>2009-06-21T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:47:03.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes i am back... miss me?? I know you do. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More updates coming up.... lotsa pics from SPB camp, wait till i upload them up first ayy... hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GTG makan dinner, and catch up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my mates + Assignments &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(kene)...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;p.s.- I miss Edward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7863563347296616750?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7863563347296616750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7863563347296616750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-401016621543684568</id><published>2009-06-19T17:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:29:07.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>principal eCO and Business maths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I already have assignments on this two thingy! Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omG... i know.&lt;br /&gt;I have no basics at all on economics. So here i go.... damn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Business maths is like additional mathematics in a way... just that everything that i've learned in 2 years time, all refreshes in the first two topics. So damn it again... i am so dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need my notes, i want james tan! LOL... Thank god i brought my add maths ref here.... knew it i'll be needing it.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; So pandai.&lt;/span&gt; Cheh wahh... lmao.&lt;br /&gt;And yes again, i am&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; F.A.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt! I can feel the chunks of ADIPOSE TISSUES forming underneath my skin. HELP.... i need to stop luring myself to thus dungeon of fatness. And the thing is, people keep bringing me good food. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the topic, so you wanna know how class is like? Haha.. to kill sleepiness and layan my shocking-sendiri syndrome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348967278188682674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjtZZkOf3bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_6wcq2-1xeM/s320/DSC00201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;With Farah liyana... my cam-whoring babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (kononnya paying attention) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my one and only babe that i knew from the first day that didn't get seperated from me... so Sapi, i know. Under my foundation course, there are 20 sub-groups. Bummer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doing what we girls do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348967274758719554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjtZZXcuyEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9UuXOKVeSso/s320/DSC01884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p.s. And for that, we are signing up for this- SPB club, cause they support cam whorers!! Weeeeeeeee.... in a way la. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sigining off, heading for the camp... in campus itself. Two weeks old here, and i'm back to where i was and good at- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(but of course, it'll be a total different camp that i usually attend, so wish me luck~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With Love.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3346989420288595950-401016621543684568?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/401016621543684568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/401016621543684568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/06/principal-eco-and-business-maths.html' title='principal eCO and Business maths.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjtZZkOf3bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_6wcq2-1xeM/s72-c/DSC00201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7907764160393523837</id><published>2009-06-17T19:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:24:27.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing and ramblings.'/><title type='text'>i miss them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NUMBER 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348251313231156290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjOO66o1EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lmZ_dlkmT6k/s320/DSC00037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss silly Verny''.. so much! She called me that day... just to tell me she's sick. And as usual, i will tease her and say she's pretending just to skip school... HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a mean ass.... gosh. I miss you vern! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what.... she was so happy when i said i'm staying outside, away from you... cause she can take over my whole room. Damn it. Lol! and now.. she's calling me.. asking me when coming back. Not anytime soon verny, not anytime soon.... haihsehh.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, not daddy and mummu, yet. Cause they just came down yesterday... i miss home cook food badly now, now i get what mummy and daddy say.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;""you dont eat a lot now... you wait la when you stay outside""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348251307433355522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjOOlUVaQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/na3KlfwdKPI/s320/DSC00031.JPG" /&gt; i MISS this bitch.. damn it. I hate pictures now. I'm being freaking nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you babe.... come down with whoever..ahem, Mervyn and come see me. I need hugs and stupid jokes. I want to laugh for no reason and gossip for the sake of gossiping.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270439212429218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjfoMv6r6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DsqVPRPTkNQ/s320/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and this... my all time silly-hyper-indian galfren! Haha.. deva.. u know.. i said indian just to messed with you rite... i miss you darl.. haih... u should have came here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Same to von as well... y'all should have come here! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7907764160393523837?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7907764160393523837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7907764160393523837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-them.html' title='i miss them.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjOO66o1EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lmZ_dlkmT6k/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5793105616457832172</id><published>2009-06-17T17:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:34:04.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawan-ku'/><title type='text'>So they quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;WE ARE LOOKING FOR.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;shameless photographers, sarcastic writers, state-of-the-art graphic designers, &lt;em&gt;super hot girls, straight cool guys,&lt;/em&gt; and senseless crazy people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if you are any of the above catogories, you are definitely entitled to join the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*jengjengjengjeng*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;STUDENT PUBLICATION BOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what, i did. I'm joining these freakoz and whackoz, to start of my first semester... i told myself, amandaleesiuchern! You better not get involve, or maybe- Too Involve in any of this stuffs arr.... but still; I can't help it. I've been brought up that way, RC says it all.&lt;br /&gt;They do have rc here though.... but rumours say that it's not that active, it's like some dead society here. Sapi sial! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for a change, i shall participate and put my hands on other new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eg. Yoga, Jive rock- god knows what jive rock is....&lt;br /&gt;anyhooooo.... i am not a bad girl, and i quote i am Not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though.. as promised, i will update my new.life.as.malaccan.com.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okie... to start of... Orientation are the best thing that can ever happen to someone. seriously, no joke... literally the best damn thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough the starting part of it may be S.A.P.I and K.E.N.E sial.... but.. the outcome when you're actually becoming muka tebal, and break free- as in start talking and making friends with everyone.. and the best part is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the right moment comes, and you met the right cliques, you'll be like the happiest human ever lived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as the story goes, me... loner, sober, no one to hang out, no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- even when i got a bad sore throat, that whenever i speak, i feel like i thousand knives are cutting through my throat, and i can still talk. That says it all... talking is like a freaking passion that i cant live without.&lt;br /&gt;And when it was the first day of orientation, no one was talking... the Orientation Committee(OC) was practically, and literally begging us to make some noise. Even a simple reply, yes or no will satisfy their ravenous for our replies.&lt;br /&gt;So as i said, no one made a sound, tak mungkinlah i seorang seorang, jerit. out of 2000 over freshies, i'll be the ODD. Though it makes sense when i'm in Klang, but in here... when i was here. I was a whole new amandaleesiuchern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But lucky for me... mummy and daddy and verny and stef was still here. So my first day ain't that bad, instead of makaning with the awkward and shy people there, i was jonker-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MUST SAY&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...I LOVE ROJAK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second day was the best. Met this Portuguese girl, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melissa Mary Monteiro&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totally heart her name, especially- *MONTEIRO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had breakfast with her, at last! A human.... human.... human contact, human everything.... everyone is in need, just that nobody's dare enough to make the first move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(conclusion: Muka Tebal is GOOD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met Shalini the biatch.. she's just a crazeee.... mini size gal with super big eyes and love wearing eyeliners and mascara..... no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's small with a crazy package.&lt;br /&gt;And damn it! There it goes.. a whole new group of crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Mel, Sha and kamly. - we were so heap and high when we can make some noise after all the time of being in silence, we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;........................... (speech-more) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even our group is known as the &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happening ones"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so that's what Sha said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every OC were practically eyeing on us. In the good way ok!&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, everything just fell into places. Second day of it was the Best. The Bomb. Whatever the la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when good time is here.... time seems to be flying. Damn it! One week orientation just flew like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met this hottie, velove's her name. I call her Love. from Terengganu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348244483662346402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjIBYyi-KI/AAAAAAAAADc/uUQzyYWrp6c/s320/DSC00174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met this all the time hyped up, Michelle Anne. from Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239960439555602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjD6GeMhhI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jop8hYBdels/s320/DSC00092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monteiro, as mentioned. a malaccan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239950088727266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjD5f6XauI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zOjdOZZ60Ls/s320/DSC00061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as Sha babe. Nearest to mua.. Shah alam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239938208357570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjD4zp3XMI/AAAAAAAAACs/t29j61rEbQI/s320/DSC00078.JPG" /&gt; Kamly, the quiet and mature one.&lt;br /&gt;etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i need her pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the OCs... so totally enjoyed the time spent, no doubt. And i can so definitely say that again, anytime, anywhere. We love you. Thx for giving us an awesome, memorable, never-will-we-get-this-again-time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salution. Standing ovation... kisses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Never the less, picture time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239964721646802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjD6WbIDNI/AAAAAAAAADM/XZg6MbJmk4M/s320/DSC00113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! I met Rajan here.... suprise surprise. I got recruited into his Team Blue Wolf 4~ He's our Daddy 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348244481288014274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjIBP8dicI/AAAAAAAAADU/EeUoAaG0bNw/s320/DSC00121.JPG" /&gt;and now meet papa wolf- TJ and Anil... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the funny guy that sings Slap me through the Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348238011686352914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjCIqzOeBI/AAAAAAAAACk/D_zWi63EIRM/s320/DSC00172.JPG" /&gt;After clubbing, at Pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look like crap, i took out my belt and accessories, cause i was so sweaty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh.. did i mention last day of orientation we went clubbing? hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pure is okie, but crampy and DJ- 30/100. What more can i say? It's malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.. my group are the only freshies that were there. Told you we're a clique. And sha darling broke her clubbing Virginity. Congrates babe. Welcome to fun and tiring and loud, whole new world of clubbing. Kinky, i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239942449293698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjD5Dc-6YI/AAAAAAAAAC0/drxlkB-O5hc/s320/DSC00076.JPG" /&gt;Durinf orienation, i woke up at 6am everyday and sleep at 3am? 2? Cause of mamak-ing. You know la... new here ma... little bit outing also excited dy.&lt;br /&gt;That is why i look like crap everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And i have i mention.. i have night class till like 10? 10.30pm? There goes my schedule of normality. Dahlah pic ini, all not ready. Crap sial! But i am not afraid to look like crap.. cehhwahh... Haha! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;truth is: i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so many pics of the OC malas la aku nak upload lagi kat sini, so pls revert to my FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OMG! i cant believe.. i almost forgot to mention Mr. Tupai! He is so freaking cute.... i am not a stalker, just that i just bumped into him from time to time... like today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And my first day here, first human i spoke to... was mr. Tupai! Also known as amirul. He is so freaking cute... never have i met such man before. Cute and adorable and everything else is so under-rated. Seriously! I would post his piuc here... but.. ohwhta the heck! I shall... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amirul, if by any micro-byte-moni-micro-chance you're reading this, pls take it as a compliment... cause it seriously is.. right Love? Farah? and other fans? LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348249063444202738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjML9zoRPI/AAAAAAAAADk/evGnXNyHSZM/s200/tupai!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i really cant stand his "ahem-ness"... and i don't even know what does this ahem stands for,... it's just the aura he gives. darns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More updates to come on this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'A whole new World' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's an interview for SPB at 9.30pm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excitement awaits. *winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with love. xoxo~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3346989420288595950-5793105616457832172?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5793105616457832172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5793105616457832172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-they-quote.html' title='So they quote.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SjjIBYyi-KI/AAAAAAAAADc/uUQzyYWrp6c/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7844431780024925098</id><published>2009-06-17T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:35:00.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>i am here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the way here babes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with no regrets, hopefully... i'm loving it here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more updates tomorrow, after my PBM class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7844431780024925098?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7844431780024925098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7844431780024925098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-here.html' title='i am here.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6490018820097378114</id><published>2009-05-12T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:39:19.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrated'/><title type='text'>what am i afraid of.</title><content type='html'>Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6490018820097378114?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6490018820097378114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6490018820097378114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-am-i-afraid-of.html' title='what am i afraid of.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-1178480924241360375</id><published>2009-04-30T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:33:44.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>Busy-bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never thought that being busy and tired can be so excruciatingly fun. In a way! Ohgawd.... Yes yes... i took up 2 jobs. And it was something that mua wanted to experience and challenge myself with. Daddy was so surprise and irritated at first when i said i wanted the second job. Then again, he can be one hard-core but i can be too. Besides, mom's ok with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(coz she don't have to pick me up and send me everywhere, that's why. LOL!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, things do get really out of hand when u have your all time-RC in the way and the never ending-shopaholics and kaki movies friends all around. Now, i barely find enough time to sleep if i have to work on two shifts. So please be kind and understanding, NOT to call me too early in the morning. I'll get cranky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sorry for not picking up calls ost of the time. And not replying messages lately. haha... Whatever it is, May's coming. His leaving the place. Whose gonna be my adrenalinerush motivating machine now? buuhooo... This suck, my last month, and that's it. I'll be gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though working all day and night can be really lethargic. I guess i will still really miss it once i'm there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-1178480924241360375?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1178480924241360375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/1178480924241360375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy-bee'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2824484463849785135</id><published>2009-04-15T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:44:48.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>i was given Wine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright. Just came back from Marc's place.. it was an erratic and spooky reason why we decided to make a pitt stop there after mamak-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thx to Nadz and his spookery-real-ancestors stories etc it made us go wild and freak out after sending him back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(FYI, his house is situated at the Bandar Diraja where all the &lt;strong&gt;Makam Diraja&lt;/strong&gt; is situated. So u know your facts, no need further elaborations i guess, if you're such a noob; just ask around.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i want to use a loo... and perhaps tiny seng wanted a reason to just hang out, we went Marc's place. His mom in the other hand, started talking and elaborating and telling all her own experiences and so on. It was good, something new. At least not like something that is repeated on and on again, like a recording tape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was awesome. Scary but still awesome. It's the faith that counts right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only i brought my house keys with me. Then, i would be blogging this, hours later. ohwhateverr.. oh! And Marc thx for the wine. I can feel the churns now. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Hs, thanks for your car, i had fun speeding like a wacko out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearts~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2824484463849785135?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2824484463849785135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2824484463849785135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-given-wine.html' title='i was given Wine.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-749803962797722452</id><published>2009-04-13T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:25:57.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrated'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;oh Gawd! What is wrong with me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i'm still not getting over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm still obssess with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am.. unconditionally and irrevocably in love with it! and him~ lmao.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I know.. it cant be, it's too long already, time heals? Bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So i bought the dvd that day...and making my sist and friends getting obsses with it too, oh..deva. I'm sry. Haha! and thx to my self-obssess with Edward i watch it over and over again... and still cant get enough of it. whatthefuckiswrongwithme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But he's so dreamy and ideal and not to mention friggin' sexy! Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I need a strong morphin to get me addicted to something else. It's like a freaking recalcitrant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anyhooo.... Sarah called. I miss her hellofalot! Just came back from &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. I went and see...the venue. the place. the all. where i'm gonna spend a complete 365days there, soon. Told her about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she was like - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Siu!! I'm so proud of you!!! You finally made up your mind!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i was like- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She just have to say that la... great la sarah." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but deep inside i guess i am too, proud of mua-self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324037491541375954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SeLH4_4ve9I/AAAAAAAAACU/UWZ3Av21aeo/s320/private_44d55eae01962a2f96958b8b381fe5736aa78047d3354ad22bae9b26820ae3d1l.jpg" /&gt;I miss this crazy bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If i ever change my mind, which is the slightest of the microbyte chance (cunningsmile*), i'll be rambling. Don't worry. But as for now things seem pretty ok for me... i guess the path i'm picking is .....(speechless). Yeah, it is and it will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Though i hate to think about the fact that, i'll be having single bed, clean up my own stuff at all time, no one to pick up my mess, independant independant independant, that is why i hate being away from Home! Dad, don't even think about sending me off other country. Not even singapore. But that's old news... talk him out of it already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So what i'm gonna say is...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uknowwhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. here i come! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......................................................................................... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KENT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324036947127925634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SeLHZTyde4I/AAAAAAAAACM/LT7fSx2Q27o/s200/add+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOL... from the bottom of our heart.. me jane and woh didn't plan anything to happen that way k! Seriously... it's just fate. Haha! The stage man was good man... somemore calling your name, and beside us the gambling-young-aunties also joined in and clapped + sing birthday song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Haha... enjoy your gifts. and Love story.. jane somemore putting it as her b/g song. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That night was simply priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-749803962797722452?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/749803962797722452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/749803962797722452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-story.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/SeLH4_4ve9I/AAAAAAAAACU/UWZ3Av21aeo/s72-c/private_44d55eae01962a2f96958b8b381fe5736aa78047d3354ad22bae9b26820ae3d1l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-921240298733817531</id><published>2009-04-08T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:29:14.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>offered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okie, so i got accepted there and they offered something worth going for a shot. So what do i do next'? Where do i go? What do i choose? You get what i mean when i say it's annoying?! Questions existing! Oh yes it is. Bummer much!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...................................................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact that i hate: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone's moving on... except for some people that love lingering around.. yours sincerely, cause some people just love changing their fickle-minded minds. Yes kent, jane etc... whoever who love pastering me about my problem. You know who you are, i admit it! I am fickle. Lol! There is no 'looking at the brighter side' on this. Kent, melisa all just started the april intake on hospitality... something that i was So attached to last few months? lol... oh damn it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy just asked yesterday... so since they have orientation now, do you still plan to join april intake? and guess what's my response: i just nodded, smile innocently and say: I Don't Know. So me... lmffao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p.s. *What do you think of malacca's food?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-921240298733817531?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/921240298733817531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/921240298733817531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/04/offered.html' title='offered?'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-5813099392625393311</id><published>2009-04-02T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:45:03.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings of Her Life'/><title type='text'>some shite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never really thought of how my future will hold and turn out to be.. Frankly, it is very much unpleasant and a headache to even work it out. Literally speaking, I'm feeling pretty ominous over this shite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's ambivalent when you ask me that question. Everything has it's pros and cons. So what do you do when whatever you do or choose is pretty much the same? And in every humans, what they want now will never (at least 99% won't) turn out to be whatever it's suppose to be, at the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...For all your annoying ramblings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My answer : I DON'T KNOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heart the word i don't know So Much. It's the only way to escape and it gives and define the kind of answer i want to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I get cranky very fast lately. What the fuck is wrong with me man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;urgh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-5813099392625393311?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5813099392625393311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/5813099392625393311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-never-really-thought-of-how-my.html' title='some shite.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-7807810309852712839</id><published>2009-04-01T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:39:19.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrated'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lifeless and aimLess. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fullstop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-7807810309852712839?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7807810309852712839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/7807810309852712839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-lifeless-and-aimless.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-6924467162759071910</id><published>2009-03-30T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:36:23.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RC'/><title type='text'>Charity</title><content type='html'>So i've decided.. wait io'm not sure whether it was a decision or not either. Anyway, i'll be attenting KTF this year. Yes yes... i know i know... but yeah. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Malaysian Red Crescent Society, Klang Chapter is currently on a BIG project- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;baby, charity. It's called, Humanitarian Project (sorta). So Anyway.., we'll be collecting stuffs. all kinda stuff to comemorate the 10th anniversary of VAD43. ooolalaa....&lt;br /&gt;So if &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're &lt;/span&gt;charitable, gimme a call. You can donate items from dry goods to stationaries to cash to cheque. Anything at all! (p.s. Except unwanted clothings). We'll be visiting the&lt;br /&gt;O.K.U&lt;br /&gt;Orphans&lt;br /&gt;Old Folks&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals&lt;br /&gt;ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please.. help these people out. Spread the word, just gimme a call.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can email me for Any details @ &lt;a href="mailto:siusiu_2309@hotmail.com"&gt;siusiu_2309@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can even IM me or Facebook me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-6924467162759071910?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6924467162759071910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/6924467162759071910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-ive-decided.html' title='Charity'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346989420288595950.post-2982731937545068264</id><published>2009-03-27T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:53:36.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Buku-muka.</title><content type='html'>So i was on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?? I actually did most of the "test" and then went offline. Ohhmaagooodnesss... I'm so lame and i can't help it. Though i know the test is a cheater, and once in a while i cheat... but wht the heck! It's for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;From the test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In conclusion :&lt;em&gt; I'm vain. Extremely dominant. I'm Edward's love (W00t!). As a human-I'm merely like Bella; the trouble magnet, more like a trouble maker. Let's see... my heart is Pink. I'm passionate but lazy, ironically. LOL! And i'm actually 20 years old, though i'm only 17 years and 6 months and still counting. My disney princess is Belle from beauty and the Beast (gosh, i love that classic disney tales!) though i prefer to be Mulan. Haha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work! Kiddies waiting. xx~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346989420288595950-2982731937545068264?l=inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2982731937545068264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346989420288595950/posts/default/2982731937545068264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexorablyhyperventilating.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-was-on-facebook.html' title='Buku-muka.'/><author><name>amanda lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546509535199673598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TxGCh6HLZ0/S_r0HZCZnCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vWVkVrTTifY/S220/DSC02163.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
