<?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-7682243900056513089</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:02.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Geek-dom :O</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-9178461098296564287</id><published>2009-04-11T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:26:55.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELINK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://revivingtitus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reviving Titus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-9178461098296564287?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/9178461098296564287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/9178461098296564287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2009/04/relink.html' title='RELINK.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5596628617961026435</id><published>2009-02-22T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:16:09.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obscene sounds.</title><content type='html'>was the term Mr De Souza used to describe the sounds the tubas were making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;word of the day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;perused&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;definition:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;to read something in a careful way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling, when you have something &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; awesome that you decide you should probably blog about, but in the end, when you're on the &lt;i&gt;create a new post&lt;/i&gt; page, you just stare and stare at the screen and come up with &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Mental note: jot it down in the notebook next time.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm having that feeling right now. It's not pissed, neither is it annoyed, it's something a bit more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, King (my new toy Eeyore) has been receiving positive reactions (excluding Weisheng's). I know, it's so cute RIGHT? Of course it is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do this week:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do a draft for HML project by 23/2&lt;br /&gt;2) Confirm group members for CDP project&lt;br /&gt;3) Collect $$ for CIP&lt;br /&gt;4) Ask Mrs Liow for help on 24/2&lt;br /&gt;5) Perfect dynamics in Noah's Ark &amp; Overture No.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list gets longer each minute! Sometimes, I wish my brain would stop generating lists. It's so automatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5596628617961026435?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5596628617961026435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5596628617961026435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2009/02/obscene-sounds.html' title='Obscene sounds.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4263658705131745457</id><published>2009-02-13T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:26:31.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Theck Yee would say,</title><content type='html'>"Happy Birthday. You're a year closer to &lt;i&gt;death&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't mean to run &lt;br /&gt;But everytime you come around &lt;br /&gt;I feel more alive, than ever &lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's too much &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're too young &lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know what's real &lt;br /&gt;But I know I've never... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted anything so bad &lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted anyone so bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you love me &lt;br /&gt;Be the one adored &lt;br /&gt;Would you go all the way &lt;br /&gt;Be the one I'm looking for &lt;br /&gt;If I let you love me (If I Say) &lt;br /&gt;Be the one Adored (It's OK) &lt;br /&gt;Would you go all the way (You can stay) &lt;br /&gt;Be the one I'm looking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me come back down &lt;br /&gt;I'm high above the clouds &lt;br /&gt;You know I'm suffocating, but I blame this town &lt;br /&gt;Why do I deny &lt;br /&gt;The things that burn inside, &lt;br /&gt;Down deep I'm barely breathing &lt;br /&gt;But you just see a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna let this go &lt;br /&gt;Really I just want to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you love me &lt;br /&gt;Be the one Adored &lt;br /&gt;Would you go all the way &lt;br /&gt;Be the one I'm looking for &lt;br /&gt;If I let you love me (If I Say) &lt;br /&gt;Be the one Adored (It's OK) &lt;br /&gt;Would you go all the way (You can stay) &lt;br /&gt;Be the one I'm looking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you love me &lt;br /&gt;Be the one adored &lt;br /&gt;Would you go all the way &lt;br /&gt;Be the one I'm looking for (x2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you love me (If I Say) &lt;br /&gt;See the one adored (It's OK) &lt;br /&gt;Would you go all the way (You can stay) &lt;br /&gt;Be the one I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adore&lt;/u&gt;/&lt;b&gt;PARAMORE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was my awesome birthday. Hahahaha. Thanks everyone who wished me ;D I love my new umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy standing outside JP wished me Happy Valentine's Day and offered me a rose and I started to burst out in sobs. I actually hate Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know looks can deceive; I've been there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4263658705131745457?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4263658705131745457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4263658705131745457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2009/02/theck-yee-would-say.html' title='&amp; Theck Yee would say,'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5164393698806079904</id><published>2009-02-01T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:59:22.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER homeostasis is bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; pissed &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands.. sweat &lt;b&gt;too much&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, when I'm all married, and when Hari Raya comes, no kid would want to &lt;i&gt;salam&lt;/i&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;They would all probably avoid me and gossip among themselves, 'Don't get near her! Her hands secrete too much water! It's amazing, but it's disgusting! Eew I'd rather get no Raya money than touch her hand and get..INFECTED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never gonna get a boyfriend like this. Goodbye, future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sim Weiling treated me to Long John's Silver. Where I created a lot of noise, as per normal. When Weiling ordered, she asked me to calculate the total cost, and so I did. Which I calculated &lt;u&gt;mentally&lt;/u&gt; and got it right :D Of course, I'm a geek what 8B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must be the first time someone ever treated me. Thanks Weiling! She PAID for the whole thing, meal and dessert. Well of course she had to pay for the whole thing, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I had no money in my wallet to buy food (I only had $10)&lt;br /&gt;2) Treating someone means paying for the &lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt; thing, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Weiling made me pay that day, I would CLOBBER her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/funny/icon236.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy said this to me, I would love him FOREVER. And of all people, Weiling should know why. But well, you guys can all infer why anyway right, it's not like you guys are really dumb or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random but-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Weisheng when I graduate :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5164393698806079904?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5164393698806079904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5164393698806079904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-homeostasis-is-bad.html' title='OVER homeostasis is bad.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6073698864816466545</id><published>2009-01-10T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:53:32.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; LOST&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised.. I don't have my own personality. I'm like a personality sponge. I absorb others' personality traits that I like and then I mixed them all up to fit my style. Ee. I'm not original. How depressing is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim remembered my name in an instant. I think it's because of the fact that my BMI whatever shit is 120% (!) and I have to lose a kilogram to escape the clutches of the TAF Club. I'm kind of annoyed. I don't have anything personal against that club, it's just that it's kind of troublesome for me because.. I guess I normally start on my homework during recess period. Tsk. But oh well, at least this would get me going with my losing weight plans (which I never get to start on, anyway). I just need to lose weight before prom. If I'm ever going, that is. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about Weiling. I find that she worries me a lot. I'll miss her when we proceed on to different tertiaries.. ): Let's spend the remaining time as much as we can. After SYF, that is. Need to focus on that. I have a sinking feeling I might get kicked out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Maybe, if my heart stops beating, it won't hurt this much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6073698864816466545?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6073698864816466545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6073698864816466545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-search.html' title='In Search.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-7060748092619873014</id><published>2008-12-27T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:12:40.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting all English now :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Bastow is way beyond fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, in a blink of an eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of FranKo! (Go check them out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a greedy bitch and I want that Verve Epiphone guitar when I already have one at home, but it's not Verve-cladded, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing in a band. I didn't realise how hard that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just typed hotnail instead of hotmail and I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-7060748092619873014?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7060748092619873014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7060748092619873014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-all-english-now-d.html' title='Getting all English now :D'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6133395500127406364</id><published>2008-12-26T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:56:02.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO WORDS:</title><content type='html'>Taylor Lautner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;Every single year they say "the most hip..the most happening..the best party.." for the new year. So now, it doesn't feel at all special to me. All these parties are useless in making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Taylor Lautner is here to save my day (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2636520589_bd529a5ef4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born a year and a day before me *huge grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6133395500127406364?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6133395500127406364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6133395500127406364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-words.html' title='TWO WORDS:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5598593472504778473</id><published>2008-12-18T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:25:58.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incanto will be in my hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :|&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I    A  M    U  T  T  E  R  L  Y    D  I  S  A  P  P  O  I  N  T  E  D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The directing of the movie wasn't at all fabulous. The only interesting part was the baseball scene. On a whole, the movie pretty much sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, sigh. What a waste of precious time. At least the cast was satisfying (looks-wise). But well, the book was SO DARN GOOD! the movie totally paled in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry Sim Weiling. I totally wasted your time. Hahaha. But still, you would agree, going out with me isn't a waste of time at all. I am an awesome source of entertainment, right right? Yes, Weiling would NEVER disagree on that. The movie just kinda spoiled the mood afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &amp; The Polar Bears freaked me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5598593472504778473?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5598593472504778473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5598593472504778473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-suck-at-coming-up-with-titles-wth.html' title='Incanto will be in my hands.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8920384146873727036</id><published>2008-12-14T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:08:20.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shithead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=8&gt;You are honestly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immature.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8920384146873727036?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8920384146873727036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8920384146873727036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/12/shithead.html' title='Shithead.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-3565362891695414208</id><published>2008-12-14T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:06:45.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to resist the urge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :@ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;Look at a stressful situation again -- is it really that bad? Chances are it's not.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(referring to above blockquote, in a sarcastic tone) Yeah. It's not, really. Especially when it concerns the issue of my new (maybe) W980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.slashphone.com/media/data/1204/se-w980i-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rachael Ray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-3565362891695414208?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3565362891695414208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3565362891695414208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-to-resist-urge.html' title='I have to resist the urge.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5918841247037797821</id><published>2008-12-13T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:41:35.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the call wasn't from Britain. I hardworkingly checked the country code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowzas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5918841247037797821?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5918841247037797821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5918841247037797821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong (!)'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5037053677341515854</id><published>2008-12-13T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:24:40.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too close for comfort.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch Twilight because of how HOT it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hey! Edward &amp; Jacob &amp; James have totally caught my eye (!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there would be more! Like Jasper &amp; Emmett &amp; Mike &amp; Carlisle (and the list goes on and on and on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiling watched already (!). And I was not happy about it. I still am! And what frustrates me the most is that she doesn't feel the least bit guilty and she is not even bothering to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nevermind anyway, I know how to cheer my own self up. It's called, self-entertainment. And it totally rocks my world. Being alone and being happy is the best thing ever for me (trying to hint at someone here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, listen to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just takes one British man to dial a wrong number to make a toothpaste-masked girl's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freakishly awesome is that :D It happened to meeeeeeeeeeee! And hell yeah it made my day. My sis got so annoyed with my continuous screamings she snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the traffic jam to clear I thought about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I wanna go on a road trip. To Malaysia. When I get my license (how hard is that). With Weiling &amp; her whoever and whatever. I doubt I will get a whoever and whatever. But I will bring alone my Epiphone and maybe my keyboard. And maybe we can do gigs! For free. Haha. (Wait first, Maisy.) I need to start on it now. All I know so far is G &amp; F# chord. Heehee (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think Never Let This Go by Paramore should be one of the soundtracks on Twilight. It fits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5037053677341515854?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5037053677341515854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5037053677341515854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-too-close-for-comfort.html' title='It&apos;s too close for comfort.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-2122540004059073651</id><published>2008-11-25T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:03:59.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will figure this one out on my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :|&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have the bloody right to, but you don't have to make us all feel like shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed band today. I hope it all goes away soon enough. Cos this is really driving me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating! For the shopping trip tomorrow. If I ever get to go (C'mon Dad please!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy &lt;i&gt;confessed&lt;/i&gt; to my little sis. Oh now I feel like such a loser. Why is everyone in love except me? Not that I want it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing vocal covers (without music) by myself and I wonder when I'll ever get the courage to let someone listen to them. I think.. I'll wait for that special someone and make him hear me sing! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer guys in bands. Not marching or military or concert bands. Just.. bands. A real band. A rock band. A pop band. A boy band. A normal band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch Twilight! Now! Now! Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My epiphone guitar has been hibernating for a while. A really &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; while. I should start practising, no? I wanna be a nerd with a talent. And I really wanna start up a band of my own. So I need to make it happen. One day. One year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised.. That I'm typing unrelated paragraphs. Oh what the heck. It's not like my blog is a publicly-read blog anyway. I know only Weiling bothers to read though :D And that's enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-2122540004059073651?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2122540004059073651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2122540004059073651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-figure-this-one-out-on-my-own.html' title='I will figure this one out on my own.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-1497012974953192092</id><published>2008-11-18T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:14:58.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; 8D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two annoying people on the face of this Earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=10&gt;NURUL AFIAH &amp; NURSHAHIRAH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that both have the meaning of light in their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my photos, you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the gym tomorrow with Weiling, if my Mum permits.&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping with Weiling &amp; Huiying next week, if my Mum permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;But most importantly, I will be definitely going to both with my Mum's permission, if the &lt;i&gt;weather&lt;/i&gt; permits.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is somewhat pouring. I hope that this is not a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my sister will know of her fate. And I will be there to make her super duper embarrassed when she gets lower than my PSLE score. I have a gut feeling that she'll get 232! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just passing the time by while waiting to have dinner and watch a concert later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=14&gt;NO ONE OWNS DANNY JONES! HE IS MINE MINE MINE ALL MINE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-1497012974953192092?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1497012974953192092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1497012974953192092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-my-photos.html' title='I want my photos!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6848979597135293981</id><published>2008-11-06T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:24:00.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn Notice. &lt;i&gt;Jeffrey Donovan&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Pure&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hotness&lt;/b&gt;. I've never seen better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! CSI Miami is back. *Maisy grins* &lt;i&gt;David Caruso, Jonathan Togo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday nights are the &lt;i&gt;bomb&lt;/i&gt;, I tell you. They are packed with (&lt;b&gt;super awesome&lt;/b&gt;) my favourite crime shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Gray Gubler :D from Criminal Minds! Is totally AH! I love smart people. Totally mind-blowing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so &lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt;. Crime shows just totally revive me. But WHY are they shown so freakin' late? I wanted to watch Cold Case too! And where's my SVU?&lt;br /&gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want it all.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6848979597135293981?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6848979597135293981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6848979597135293981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/11/revive.html' title='Revive.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5625096433955402381</id><published>2008-11-06T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:40:59.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; 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I don\'t wanna kiss the wrong thing lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#D8F3F3&gt;&lt;font style='color : black;  font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Have you ever ridden a mechanical bull?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;Td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color : black;  font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Lol NEVER! But would like to. 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Your mind is constantly active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite capable of anything you dream of. You can always figure out  a way to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wrap a rock person up in your sheet of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scissor person can sneak up and cut you to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fight: No one can anticipate your next move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone makes you mad: You'll attack them mercilessly when they're unprepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/"&gt;Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/japan.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy being part of a group. Having a good reputation is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others. You don't openly criticize or insult anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to co-operate, and conformity is fairly important to you. You love your culture and country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're by yourself, you may have some very eccentric hobbies or interests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/"&gt;What Country Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gluttony Quotient: 43%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchgluttonydoyouhavequiz/gluttony-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have your gluttonous moments. For you, eating is a true hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you do spend a lot on food, you can always make it back winning eating contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchgluttonydoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Gluttony Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Misanthropic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmisanthropicareyouquiz/misanthropic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're somewhat misanthropic, but you're not willing to write off the human race (yet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few people you like, and even them you like at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmisanthropicareyouquiz/"&gt;How Misanthropic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Loyal Sidekick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/loyal-sidekick.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the most visible one in your group, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always up for a good time or conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you stick with your friends no matter what. You're unbelievably loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel under appreciated - but it only seems that way! Your friends would be lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Average, You Would Sell Out For&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/money.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1,123,950&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/"&gt;At What Price Would You Sell Out?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they're going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death10.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can pass this guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5625096433955402381?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5625096433955402381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5625096433955402381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-more-days-to-go.html' title='3 more days to go!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5981378097311963706</id><published>2008-11-02T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:00:00.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; :-D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;OMG I AM TERRIBLY IN LOVE WITH THIS SONG!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is now playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I would like to say..that I am horriby wonderfully &lt;b&gt;proud&lt;/b&gt; of my Mum. She is just the &lt;u&gt;most awesome&lt;/u&gt; mum anyone can get. She has created her &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://netballforstaff.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogsite&lt;/a&gt; for her netball posts! She rocks, man. And she can do it all without MY guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5981378097311963706?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5981378097311963706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5981378097311963706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-cakes.html' title='Baby cakes!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-1219353719822922247</id><published>2008-10-31T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:26:00.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose It xO</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/cartoons/icon001.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, so &lt;i&gt;well&lt;/i&gt;, Nadia haven't really posted the pictures on her blog, but well, &lt;u&gt;somebody&lt;/u&gt; will. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Some people are seriously gatal, I really feel sick sey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel half excited about my upcoming Hyderabad trip. I wonder why :/&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;I hate weekends. No Weiling to crap with ):&lt;/font&gt; I am sadded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-1219353719822922247?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1219353719822922247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1219353719822922247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/lose-it-xo.html' title='Lose It xO'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4541152534715354603</id><published>2008-10-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:49:01.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTRIFIED, BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn132/htf3htf/31.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS PURE PURE PURE AWESOMENESS MAN :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna stay there &lt;b&gt;FOREVER &amp; EVER &amp; EVER x INFINITY&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures, though aww ): But I'm sure Nadia will post pictures so you can have a look &lt;a href="http://thefirstimpression.blogspot.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, during the trip I've realised that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am a good at mothering (;&lt;br /&gt;-Nurul Afiah is a good source of rockin' songs&lt;br /&gt;-Shahirah can be really annoying at all the right and wrong times&lt;br /&gt;-Shahirah definitely does not care about other peoples' feelings (ahem!)&lt;br /&gt;-I really can't stand &lt;i&gt;pedas&lt;/i&gt; food&lt;br /&gt;-I am &lt;u&gt;definitely&lt;/u&gt; lactose-intolerant&lt;br /&gt;-I am a rockin' photographer :D&lt;br /&gt;-I am getting more fluent in speaking Malay (?)&lt;br /&gt;-Cikgu is actually really nice (took me long enough)&lt;br /&gt;-I should really open myself up more to people and not be so anti-social all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe there are more, but what the heck? I had a rolling awesome f*cking rockin' good time in Pelegong. Cak Lem Pong was fun :D and everybody was truly extremely hospitable. It was a great experience meeting new friends and 'family'. I would definitely like to go back one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I am goooood. Gooood I am. I am I am I am! I have clearly forgotten about him &lt;b&gt;haha&lt;/b&gt;. And now I am a normal female being again! I can now feel free to boy-watch again muahaha (like I am not doing it already -.-)! But at least I won't feel guilty. Heheh. It feels gooood, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be watching HSM3 (bleargh!) with Weiling tomorrow. I hope we don't hahahaha. No la no la let's watch okayzxszsxszxszxsxzs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4541152534715354603?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4541152534715354603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4541152534715354603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/electrified-baby.html' title='ELECTRIFIED, BABY!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4265108560262099851</id><published>2008-10-24T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:59:12.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Out, Stranger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/animated/icon07.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know this is slow but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Are you with me? &lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling down on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I won't go until you come outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Kill the limbo&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back for us tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Eh Oh Eh Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Here's how we do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back.&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart &lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run.&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be &lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wishing, wanting&lt;br /&gt;Yours for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;Just sneak out &lt;br /&gt;And don't tell a soul goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Here's the countdown&lt;br /&gt;3... 2... 1... now fall in my arms now &lt;br /&gt;They can change the locks&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Eh Oh Eh Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Here's how we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart &lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be &lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're flying through the night&lt;br /&gt;We're flying through the night&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, &lt;br /&gt;The view from here is getting better with&lt;br /&gt;You by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart &lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart &lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be &lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Check Yes Juliet&lt;/u&gt;/&lt;b&gt;We The Kings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART THIS SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just totally rocks la ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Chem retest and Math remedial today. Then went home. I totally missed band practice. Sucks to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;I look okay. But I just feel like breaking down. Everything makes me sick. Why am I so lazy. What the f*ck is this shit.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make my friends happy. I wanna make my family happy. Nothing's working out. I am lazy. I don't put in enough effort in everything I do. I don't deserve to be alive and fed and sheltered and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. I have a sudden surge of anger for felines. Don't ask me why, I have no clue. On my way home I saw a fat cat that frowned at me. This made me remember about the story of the cat my mum met yesterday. Yesterday my mum threw her socks at me (the day after my dad threw &lt;b&gt;his&lt;/b&gt; socks at me) and I wasn't bothered by things like smell so I wasn't affected by how &lt;i&gt;pungent&lt;/i&gt; her socks smelt. But feeling curious as I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; my mum's feet don't smell I asked her why they did. That was when she told me her story. Of the fat cat. That shocked her that morning when she went into the Study to take her shoes. It was just staring at her. And it was fat. And it had a bell tied around its neck. No one achieved to get the cat out of the house. Lol. In the end my maid looked for the owner (who was this old Malay lady living on the &lt;i&gt;thirteenth&lt;/i&gt; storey and I suspect she is a witch!) and told her to take back her cat and that was that. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today. My maid left me all alone at home since she had to pick my sister up from school. I was used to being alone at home so I didn't mind a bit. Then a few minutes later, I saw a small shadow at my front gate. There, emerged a cat! I was like What The Flying Banana. My first reaction was to scream la. And so I did. And the fat cat just stared at me. I was so freaking panicked I called Weiling and she was like, Get it out la -.-. I don't touch freaky cats okay! So I just ranted in the phone, &lt;i&gt;screaming&lt;/i&gt; (so said Weiling) and shouted at the cat like mad. Get Out, Don't Disturb Me, Stupid Cat, F*ck, well yeah, basically all that shit you can shout to a freaky cat who looked possessed. In the end I locked myself up in the Study and stared at the cat through the glass door. Then I started talking to it in Malay. (Weiling is still on the phone, mind you.) I was like, &lt;i&gt;Bodoh takde makanan kat sini la, keluar keluar keluar! Jangan kacau aku la, aku sakit ni. Oi keluar la! Tu pintu kat situ! BODOH!!!&lt;/i&gt; I even tried to make the cat dizzy by moving my head all around. In the end it went out. I tell you I banged the door shut so hard I think its hinges spoil. And among all these insanity, I realised that the cat wasn't fat. It was &lt;i&gt;pregnant&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Weiling for listening to me "sob" on the phone. What a patient friend. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis. Is watching HSM3 now what the silly f*ck. I wanna watch a movie too. Before I leave for *Maisy gulps* Pelegong tomorrow. I haven't even got anything for my homestay hosts, shit. I am doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way I might be a tutor soon! Maybe. I'm having a test-drive tutoring session next week, hopefully. Haha finally I can help people. I may not be good at it but at least I'm good at Math (A1, *Maisy winks*). I love Math la I seriously do. I hope this tutoring will work out. I need $$!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4265108560262099851?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4265108560262099851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4265108560262099851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/mood-yes-i-know-this-is-slow-but-check.html' title='Get Out, Stranger!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-7298760706762307451</id><published>2008-10-20T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:00:51.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be Mrs Jones (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f305/TonjeSJ/mcfly206.png" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny and his burger (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092248142M3620.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny posing with his burger again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092248129M3618.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny chewing his burger (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092249382Smash-Hits-2.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny singing and &lt;u&gt;god&lt;/u&gt; is he good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092248187M3709.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny and Harry acting hot (wait, they already are!) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092248160M3627.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny giving the &lt;i&gt;hey there, how ya doin'&lt;/i&gt; sign (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092248596M3907.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny looking all innocent and shy (: &lt;b&gt;I JUST LOVE HIM OH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092248258M3763.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-7298760706762307451?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7298760706762307451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7298760706762307451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanna-be-mrs-jones.html' title='I wanna be Mrs Jones (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5907345507857146552</id><published>2008-10-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:39:36.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat feet hurts the most when shopping (at least they're happy feet!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/music/24.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Afiah &amp; my cousin Syahidah. Ooh it was fun. Lol. Walked here, walked there, walked &lt;i&gt;everywhere&lt;/i&gt; but who cares. I got 4 shirts for $45. Not so bad eh? Lol. I wanted to get this $35 printed jacket. &lt;b&gt;And&lt;/b&gt; also a printed bag. (Are they even called &lt;i&gt;printed&lt;/i&gt;? Lol. Whatev la.) It was kinda funny to shop with Af. We saw stupid stuffs and banners and all that lol. Like I saw one poster with this sexy woman showing her really huge cleavage with words on it (it was sick la) and I was like, Hey Af look at that! Then she was like, WTF that's a sex shop Mais! *Maisy is innocent I tell you! Really didn't know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another moment where Af was like, Ooh look, &lt;i&gt;The Knotty Shop&lt;/i&gt;! I heard &lt;i&gt;The Naughty Shop&lt;/i&gt; you know so I was like, WHERE?! Lol. Funny sial. Damn funny. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow..PHYSICS SPA! Lol. I am dead la. I suck at hands-on activities, really I do lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5907345507857146552?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5907345507857146552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5907345507857146552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/flat-feet-can-lead-to-wheelchairbound.html' title='Flat feet hurts the most when shopping (at least they&apos;re happy feet!)'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-510326709152499471</id><published>2008-10-18T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:37:53.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://s528.photobucket.com/albums/dd324/McFly_gallery_1/th_2763.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092249094M3981.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092249058M3978.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcflyofficial.com/uploads/1092248954M3970.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you're a loser at love, surf for McFly's photos ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-510326709152499471?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/510326709152499471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/510326709152499471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/danny.html' title='DANNY!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6657446045443739532</id><published>2008-10-17T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:14:47.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;At first, when exams were finally over, I felt like doing this: &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/animated/icon15.gif" border="2" alt="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I heard I had to take a Chemistry retest next Friday I felt like doing this: &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/animated/icon02.gif" border="2"alt="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the toot. Now I have to mug &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. I hope I do better for this one then, to please you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6657446045443739532?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6657446045443739532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6657446045443739532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-why.html' title='Oh why?'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4649069239990605302</id><published>2008-10-13T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:38:48.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grind, Mash, Stew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn132/htf3htf/05.gif" border="2" alt="Take this Happy Tree Friends Icon"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SPQ64paRZNI/AAAAAAAAAII/PeFrPf8Ol8I/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SPQ64paRZNI/AAAAAAAAAII/PeFrPf8Ol8I/s400/DSC02705.JPG" border="4" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256891409911342290" /&gt;Leftover Brownies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SPQ649YMzTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2O312hLiiH8/s1600-h/DSC02708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SPQ649YMzTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2O312hLiiH8/s400/DSC02708.JPG" border="4" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256891415271361842" /&gt;Hard For My Baby Teeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow!&lt;/i&gt; I sing,&lt;i&gt; I await you, tomorrow!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Weiling and I are gonna get our hands diiiiirrrtttaaaaayyyyeee. But we are still unsure what in the world to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiling wants: Omelette and muffins (chocolate or coffee)&lt;br /&gt;Maisy wants: Pasta and brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Can see that I like fattier foods, more calories! Maisy Maisy tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Yay I am waiting to pick Weiling up at ten at my bus stop ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4649069239990605302?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4649069239990605302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4649069239990605302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/grind-mash-stew.html' title='Grind, Mash, Stew!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SPQ64paRZNI/AAAAAAAAAII/PeFrPf8Ol8I/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8335745311103588470</id><published>2008-10-10T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:33:32.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over &amp; Done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/animated/icon186.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Was the last study-able examination for this year. Wow. Can't believe a year has gone so fast. Still don't feel like I belong -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Painted Skin with Wei Ling today. It was okay I guess. Wasn't as scary as I thought. What a disappointment. I thought it was some kind of a ghost/spirit/supernatural/curse/cult thing. Instead it was about an undying love between these two people -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. It was 6 bucks anyway, so it was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way to the bus stop near Wei Ling's house. It was scorching hot and the intensity of the light was getting to me. While waiting for the bus, an incoming car caught my eye. I didn't know why at first. My brain was all soggy and foggy and doggy (woof!) and it took me long enough to figure out that the car had its headlights on -.- It was like, about 2pm in the afternoon and my eyes were practically blinded by all the light. What a waste of electricity or battery or whatever that's in the car headlights. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Wei Ling thought that &lt;i&gt;tsk&lt;/i&gt; was some kind of abbrieviation while chatting. I was like, LMAO la! Sometimes Wei Ling's ignorance and innocent &lt;i&gt;dumbdumb&lt;/i&gt;ness entertains me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. But I am anticipating my JC/POLY years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8335745311103588470?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8335745311103588470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8335745311103588470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-over-done.html' title='It&apos;s Over &amp; Done.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8720385553702340514</id><published>2008-10-04T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:38:11.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON HIATUS! (until next week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/party/icon030.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I would like to wish all Muslims a Selamat Hari Raya! Maaf zahir dan batin. This here, below, is my &lt;b&gt;favourite&lt;/b&gt; kuih x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SOhg390-AeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZR3uFKBesyg/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SOhg390-AeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZR3uFKBesyg/s400/DSC02601.JPG" border="8" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253555479933485538" /&gt;Kuih Dahlia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, below, is what my mum had cooked earlier on today for the guests at my house. I helped you know. I even bled for this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SOhg39ezmiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jIp-yqz8IJk/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SOhg39ezmiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jIp-yqz8IJk/s400/DSC02616.JPG" border="8" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253555479840528930" /&gt;Seafood Pasta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to cheer myself up I thought of Wei Ling and what happened during our class photo taking session weeks ago (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SOhg4HvTN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Mzu1Nhl_u4E/s1600-h/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SOhg4HvTN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Mzu1Nhl_u4E/s400/DSC02603.JPG" border="8" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253555482594064226" /&gt;Me &amp; Wei Ling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. All the best, you all out there, for exams this week. We shall be brave knights and take on, tackle and defeat these &lt;i&gt;challenges&lt;/i&gt; like we have never done before ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8720385553702340514?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8720385553702340514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8720385553702340514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-hiatus-until-next-week.html' title='ON HIATUS! (until next week)'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SOhg390-AeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZR3uFKBesyg/s72-c/DSC02601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-7400604584845470655</id><published>2008-09-22T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:27:05.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After I click sign in, it begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/moods/icon106.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ruled. By planet &lt;i&gt;Ask-Me-Homework!&lt;/i&gt; when I sign in to MSN.&lt;br /&gt;And strangely, only &lt;b&gt;guys&lt;/b&gt; get influenced by this over-ruling planet.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;When will my boredom ever end.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain it, but, I always &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to answer these people, being kind and all, duh.&lt;br /&gt;When I myself don't even know what is going on during class cos I &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; daydream/doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this dreaming/sleeping thing will rid itself, cos I can't stand it much longer.&lt;b&gt;I need to buck up, baby.&lt;/b&gt; And fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug, mug, mug. Soon I'll be growing mushrooms in my ears. Ooh, &lt;i&gt;food&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like what? 5 Bio papers, &lt;b&gt;infinity&lt;/b&gt; Chem papers, a tolerable Math assignment and a Phys test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh joy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I obtained a 24 mark out of 35 for Phys (B3) and for Higher Malay Cikgu said my dialogue was good :D I am really, definitely, ecstatic. Lovely, today was.&lt;br /&gt;It never lasts though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-7400604584845470655?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7400604584845470655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7400604584845470655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-i-click-sign-in-it-begins.html' title='After I click sign in, it begins.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4961503280483661822</id><published>2008-09-20T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:40:03.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>click!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/cartoons/icon004.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caravanofcanvas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://caravanofcanvas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4961503280483661822?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4961503280483661822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4961503280483661822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/click.html' title='click!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8637646437306401515</id><published>2008-09-19T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:31:44.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Timmy Tummy TALKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/animated/icon188.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I lost weight! Yay ;D&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt;. But I still have a lot of work to do yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read Wei Ling's latest post and I realised, I'm really a typical Aquarian. And damn, I'm proud of it (:&lt;br /&gt;I really think that Aquarians are really powerful individuals who just impress and influence others in a good way. And of course, they &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; making people pissed off and hell, you also don't wanna get &lt;u&gt;close&lt;/u&gt; to one if they themselves are pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I love the confinements of my room. Allows me to review my days in a &lt;b&gt;Maisy&lt;/b&gt; way. I'm just itching to get those IKEA products for my room after I've cleaned it up. I'm sure (with my hands) my room will look totally awesome and rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8637646437306401515?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8637646437306401515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8637646437306401515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-timmy-tummy-talks.html' title='My Timmy Tummy TALKS!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5530252698913730721</id><published>2008-09-17T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:22:28.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing matter xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mood:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacedev.com/img/icons/animated/icon51.gif" border="2"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just surfing the net for random things when..&lt;br /&gt;Jazsley started chatting with me and told me that..&lt;br /&gt;(you're not going to believe this)..&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;b&gt;broke a wall&lt;/b&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;He claimed that he just kicked at the wall and then a hole just wonderfully formed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jazsley never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually laughed thanks to him. And before that I was kind of emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just coming up with possibilities of why the wall broke?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe:&lt;br /&gt;1) Westwood Secondary's walls are made of cheap stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Or most probably (I hate to believe it):&lt;br /&gt;2) Jazsley's legs are just naturally strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Whatever the reason, Jazsley has now became infamous &lt;i&gt;overnight&lt;/i&gt;. I'm still really awestruck. What a day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5530252698913730721?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5530252698913730721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5530252698913730721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/laughing-matter-xd.html' title='laughing matter xD'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5538849839350997879</id><published>2008-09-17T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:34:28.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you there, do you feel anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I hate.&lt;br /&gt;I hate.&lt;br /&gt;I hate.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? That's it, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT. I just feel hate. There, stabbing at my weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver was moving at &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a slow pace, I SWORE that I could run faster than that eeeeee 243G. Mum says swearing is not good. Well here, I don't give a a flying banana (if there ever is such a thing). &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ling left me. *Maisy sobs here* She left me alone &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; to take the bus on my own! All cos I was being tardy as usual. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Interchange. I had the urge to pee. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bus 30. I hate being alone. At times. Cos at other times I hate everyone and I honestly have no idea why. I just feel like pissing everyone off all at one go. And then just go emo one corner. And that's what I hate about me. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upper deck of 30. I chose a seat beside the glass. Soon after, unfortunately, a man sat beside me. When men sit they open their legs real wide and take up most of the space. And so I had a really uncomfortable ride to school. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school. I had the urge to pee &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. So I left Wei Ling alone to relieve myself. I walked to the toilets near the study corner. The Ambulant Disabled cubicle that was the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; cubicle that supplied toilet paper, unfortunately for me, was occupied. So being urgent I walked outside briskly to grab some toilet paper. And when I got back in, guess what. The Occupant of the Ambulant Disabled Cubicle was out. I had the time to &lt;i&gt;grr&lt;/i&gt; at her (I know, it wasn't &lt;i&gt;entirely&lt;/i&gt; her fault) before I 'jogged' to the cubicle. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the ADC I had to try to pee with as minimum noise as possible. This was because I felt &lt;i&gt;paiseh&lt;/i&gt; to pee so loudly and so carefree-ly in the presence of strangers outside the ADC. So I made a mental note to myself to master the art of &lt;i&gt;whisper-peeing&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the daily routine of morning assembly, was *Maisy sighs* Higher Malay. I &lt;i&gt;dread&lt;/i&gt; it. I really do. I obtained (shockingly) a 51 mark out of 70. Shahirah was 10 points above me. But what do I care. I didn't do as bad as I predicted before. But ohwell, I have to admit that I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; feel a tiny twinge of envy. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Biology period. Mdm Soh failed to turn up. I assumed that the class test would be postponed. Hence I was wrong. This teaching dude that I've seen before on 30 filled her position for the day instead. Anyway, in the end, we decided to take the test after assembly. I &lt;i&gt;attempted&lt;/i&gt; to read Biology. But to no avail. Deep down inside, I know I will still do badly. So I gave up. And tried making Shahirah (I know, evil right?) to do so too. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end. After Biology test I wept inside. I have a sinking feeling Dad will strangle me again. Cos Biology is Dad's favourite I guess, since he studies Health and all. And he remembers that i told him that I will CHIONG! for EOYs. CHIONG! was the word I used. Lol. And now..oh man. Triple Science is really hard work. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home now. Am thinking of Mrs Margaret Loh (random?) and the way she teaches everyday. There should be more teachers like her. I swear, I will miss her &lt;i&gt;the most&lt;/i&gt; when I leave school in the next two years. She is the kind who just somehow..makes you wanna be her top student, cos you really wanna impress her, you want her to feel proud of you, of what she has mould you to be, intelligent at mind and heart. Rarely are there teachers like her.&lt;br /&gt;Great I feel a part of my eyes twitching. I hope I won't tear up. &lt;b&gt;I hate that.&lt;/b&gt; Or maybe it's cos the waft of onions coming from the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNDZBbDnE6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/nBhCVeOXWGk/s1600-h/twistyfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNDZBbDnE6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/nBhCVeOXWGk/s320/twistyfriends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246932184352625570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you are loved&lt;/i&gt; x3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5538849839350997879?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5538849839350997879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5538849839350997879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-you-there-do-you-feel-anything.html' title='hey you there, do you feel anything?'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNDZBbDnE6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/nBhCVeOXWGk/s72-c/twistyfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4251152092444759666</id><published>2008-09-15T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:49:32.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playtime for the young and rich ;)</title><content type='html'>first and foremost, i would like to thank muzzaffir for actually bothering to send me songs. i feel outright guilty, yes i do. because i asked &lt;i&gt;shahirah&lt;/i&gt; to send me songs, not him. well anyway, thanks again. cobra starship IS WORTH ALL THIS TROUBLE, i love you gabe! *maisy squeals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj44/alexzandrealuvsshoes/GabeSaporta7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj44/alexzandrealuvsshoes/GabeSaporta7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i shall be off for my daily dose of milo carton drink :D g'day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4251152092444759666?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4251152092444759666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4251152092444759666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/playtime-for-young-and-rich.html' title='playtime for the young and rich ;)'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-942715917970381587</id><published>2008-09-10T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:49:15.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when boredom hits you in the face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Drive a Pink Car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcarshouldyoudrivequiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of driver who really loves your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make a car last for ages - or take good care of a vintage ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're independent, creative, and very expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider your car a part of you ... and you want to make it as funky as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcarshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What Color Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Not a Cheapskate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/cheapskate-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to money, you're very fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generous when you can be, and you never cheat anyone out of what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the money, you enjoy splurging. But you never overspend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/"&gt;Are You a Cheapskate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Much Closer to Your Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouclosertoyourfriendsorfamilyquiz/ff-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider your family members to be your some of best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can count on them more than anyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very similar to your family, and you find it easy to get along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that they understand you and love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouclosertoyourfriendsorfamilyquiz/"&gt;Are You Closer to Your Friends or Your Family?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 8% Homophobic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouhomophobicquiz/gay.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open minded, tolerant, and accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're not homophobic in the least :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhomophobicquiz/"&gt;Are You Homophobic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your City Walk Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecitywalkpersonalitytest/city.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous and easygoing. You love life, as long as you don't have to do anything hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are generally confident and friendly with strangers. You are well mannered and sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Money is fairly important to you. You aren't super greedy, but you enjoy spending money on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You tend to seek comfort, coziness, and stability in your life. For you, feeling at home is the best feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecitywalkpersonalitytest/"&gt;The City Walk Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Communicate With Your Ears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/ears.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/"&gt;How Do You Communicate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Like Names that Are Retro and Fashionable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofnamesdoyoulikequiz/names-5.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like names that are from the past but becoming modern again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names with a strong history are very appealing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big believer in giving children very adult sounding names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a fan of nicknames or newfangled spellings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some female names you might like: Audrey, Emma, Fiona, Georgia, Isabelle, Naomi, Rosemary, and Veronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some male names you might like: Brendan, Colin, Ethan, Jared, Kenneth, Martin, and Nathaniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofnamesdoyoulikequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Names Do You Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your IQ Is 100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Spelling is Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourspellingquiz/spelling.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 8/10 correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spelling is generally pretty decent. You are prone to a few mistakes, but the mistakes you make are pretty forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourspellingquiz/"&gt;How's Your Spelling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty bored (can see). obtained a B3 (17/25)  for combined humanities, A2  (17/24) for AMath &amp; A1 (15/16) for EMath. i know i suck in SEQ so 17 is actually a pretty decent mark for me (: &amp; when i got back my math paper -damn was i shocked! i felt like crying la. i was deproving in my math so this was a total shocker. i hope i get into my &lt;i&gt;math momentum&lt;/i&gt; again cos i really love math :D (you could see it all over my calculator, which i named ClickClack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave with pictures on my dad's birthday party! cheerios, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, my Eric's low on battery. ohwell, next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-942715917970381587?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/942715917970381587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/942715917970381587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-boredom-hits-you-in-face.html' title='when boredom hits you in the face!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6186391932955319183</id><published>2008-09-08T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:02:44.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYAH (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;If someone is telling you to add more discipline to your life, just ignore them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to be loved by you &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to be whole &lt;br /&gt;And I don't walk when there's a stone in my shoe &lt;br /&gt;All I know, that in time I'll be fine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to fly so high &lt;br /&gt;Or to breathe under the sea &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if someday I'll be good with goodbyes &lt;br /&gt;But I'll be okay if you come along with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long way to go &lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going I don't know &lt;br /&gt;I'm just following the road &lt;br /&gt;For a walk in the sun &lt;br /&gt;For a walk in the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they put a man on the moon &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like up there &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you'll ever sing this tune &lt;br /&gt;All I know is the answer's in the air &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long way to go &lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going I don't know &lt;br /&gt;I'm just following the road &lt;br /&gt;For a walk in the sun &lt;br /&gt;For a walk in the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and watching the world going by &lt;br /&gt;Is it true when we die we go up to the sky? &lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;So many things that I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;Put my feet in the sand when I'm walking in the sun &lt;br /&gt;Whoa &lt;br /&gt;Walking in the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long way to go &lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going I don't know &lt;br /&gt;I'm just following the road &lt;br /&gt;For a walk in the sun &lt;br /&gt;For a walk in the sun, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Whoa &lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;walk in the sun&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;u&gt;danny jones&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, in the dining room trying to finish up my homework when suddenly i hear this really awful lot of noise blasting away on my sister's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: (&lt;i&gt;grabs her handphone, presses buttons with her large chubby thumb then places her phone back on the table and acts as if nothing was out of place&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;me: (&lt;i&gt;realises that something was seriously out of place and is utterly gobsmacked&lt;/i&gt;) wha-what kind of fool sets an alarm to go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;sis: (&lt;i&gt;stares at me and bats her really long and gorgeous lashes at me innocently, like &lt;b&gt;i'm&lt;/b&gt; the one who is out of my mind&lt;/i&gt;) huh me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, is it me or is my family really dysfunctional? its like, my dad (saddist) and my mum (laugh-aholic) purposely made me (rebel) and my sister (bimbo). i guess..we kinda compliment each other. we fit in the family in our own way! oh i love families when they arent fighting and screaming all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy 46th birthday ayah!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;god&lt;/u&gt; you are so &lt;b&gt;old&lt;/b&gt;. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6186391932955319183?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6186391932955319183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6186391932955319183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendster-horoscope-of-day-if-someone.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYAH (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6959860916735904415</id><published>2008-09-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:40:48.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetting you is the hardest thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #900 solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/images/shakespeare.gif" width=120 height=120 alt="William Shakespeare" style="float:left"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:georgia, times new roman; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;I come not, friends, to steal away your Maisarah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/shakespeare.php?word=Maisarah&amp;ans=35" style="color:#770"&gt;Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/shakespeare.php" method="get"&gt;Get your own quotes: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br clear=all&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really sucks. why cant you just- oh forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6959860916735904415?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6959860916735904415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6959860916735904415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgetting-you-is-hardest-thing.html' title='forgetting you is the hardest thing.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8844984544228895871</id><published>2008-08-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:56:46.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hanging by a thread.</title><content type='html'>alaaaaaahhhhhhh sim wei ling just called me a few hours ago &amp; made me feel miserable &lt;i&gt;all over again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;it honestly will never stop. it will just repeat itself again &amp; again &amp; again til i decide that i am over &amp; done with it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travel-destination-pictures.com/data/media/61/cute-cows_407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.travel-destination-pictures.com/data/media/61/cute-cows_407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you see me &amp; wei ling &amp; atrina. the shortest is obviously me &amp; the tallest, wei ling la. haha. our fringes damn long yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;. kai xiang &amp; i (&amp; maybe wei ling) were discussing about cows &amp; how milking is done. &amp; lemme tell you, kai xiang really has a mind full of crap. but he totally cracked me up (what i really needed at that moment of time) &amp; i really feel appreciative towards him. eng compo results didnt really brighten up my day. 20/30 is actually quite bad for me. i need to buck up on my english &amp; maths &amp; physics &amp; chemistry &amp; biology &amp; geography &amp; combined humanities &amp; higher malay. hey wait. arent those &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the subjects im studying. lol wtf -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im a freakin' failure &amp; i totally rock at it yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh wednesday's photo-taking &amp; i still feel bloody new to 3/1. time has passed really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave, here's a photo to remember the day by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barfblog.foodsafety.ksu.edu/HappyCow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://barfblog.foodsafety.ksu.edu/HappyCow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8844984544228895871?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8844984544228895871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8844984544228895871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-hanging-by-thread.html' title='i&apos;m hanging by a thread.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6359492048714194096</id><published>2008-08-16T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:46:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in the crowd.</title><content type='html'>oh its wonderful, really.&lt;br /&gt;now i have a room of my own.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohhhhh privacy is mine, baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can now dance &amp; sing &amp; jam (when i say jam it means i am strumming G on my guitar continuously cos thats the only scale i know) &amp; cry &amp; wail &amp; recollect &amp; recall &amp; many more re-stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. talking about dancing. i &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; dance lol. i like contemporary, but i suck at it. i love watching &lt;i&gt;so you think you can dance&lt;/i&gt; though it makes me feel very very inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i daresay i am quite okay at singing. i said &lt;b&gt;okay&lt;/b&gt; not &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;. im kinda shy to let people hear me sing. i think only farhanah &amp; my sis have heard my real voice. farhanah said i have an 'okay' voice. my sis said 'maybe' (what a minah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been looking at the mirror nowadays &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; &amp; i &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; i am ugly. like who the f**k will fall for me right. i look at wei ling &amp; shahirah &amp; hui ying and i feel damn inferior again. wei ling &amp; farhanah said i have too low self confidence/esteem. i know its true. but i guess i cant change it. i keep looking at people &amp; comparing themselves (e.g. looks, body, intelligence, persona) to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i have so little friends.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop loving. cos im like a super jinx la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh i actually &lt;i&gt;watched&lt;/i&gt; soccer today, cos wtf there is no more tv thanks to olympics. &gt;:( ITALY VERSUS BELGIUM. belgium oh belgium. my family says that belgium players are dirty. i quite agree. they rock at being/playing dirty. referee is really blind, bo. why cant they have tv referees or audience referees. that'll make the world a better place, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wanna go to thailand with the whole band. i think it would be the first &amp; last trip i will have with my section mates. i really do hope i could go. &amp; wei sheng too. lets all go, we need some quality time together, i swear. i wanna know you guys well before i leave the band and (gulp) commonwealth so that i know i will definitely have no qualms or regrets that i didnt make an effort to know you guys better. i love you guys, serious. i really do. you guys are the best people i've ever met in my life, especially wan ping. thank you wan ping- you give me really good advice about everything i've ever questioned you of &amp; you're the funniest. &lt;B&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6359492048714194096?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6359492048714194096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6359492048714194096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-in-crowd.html' title='lost in the crowd.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4459950956759244943</id><published>2008-08-16T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:58:04.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great song, wei ling (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I've always been the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;That hid my face&lt;br /&gt;So afraid to tell the world&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;But I have this dream&lt;br /&gt;Right inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let it show, it's time&lt;br /&gt;To let you know&lt;br /&gt;To let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, this is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm suppose to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To feel so in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To dream about a life&lt;br /&gt;Where you're the shining star&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like it's too far away&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm suppose to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you, I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you, I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real, this is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm suppose to be, now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me (this is me)&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found, who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is me&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;u&gt;joe jonas &amp; demi lovato&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could be like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4459950956759244943?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4459950956759244943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4459950956759244943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-song-wei-ling.html' title='great song, wei ling (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-1573463439898227043</id><published>2008-08-16T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:41:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Uh oh&lt;br /&gt;There you go again talking cinematic&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you!&lt;br /&gt;You're charming, got everybody star struck.&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;How you always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;For the obvious instead of me&lt;br /&gt;But get a ticket and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were a movie&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be the best friend&lt;br /&gt;You'd fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;In the end we'd be laughing&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Show the names&lt;br /&gt;Play that happy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it in your voice&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see me&lt;br /&gt;And tell me all about her&lt;br /&gt;La la&lt;br /&gt;I'll be acting through my tears&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;That I should win&lt;br /&gt;An Oscar for this scene I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were a movie&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be the best friend&lt;br /&gt;You'd fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;In the end we'd be laughing&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Show the names&lt;br /&gt;Play that happy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could tell you there's a twist&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of hero in disguise&lt;br /&gt;And we're together&lt;br /&gt;It's for real&lt;br /&gt;Now playing&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could tell you there's a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Like something more than in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I see it&lt;br /&gt;Could be amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were a movie&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be the best friend&lt;br /&gt;You'd fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;In the end we'd be laughing&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;Show the names&lt;br /&gt;Play that happy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;if we were a movie&lt;/u&gt;/&lt;b&gt;hannah montana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( god i've never felt so low and miserable in my life before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-1573463439898227043?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1573463439898227043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1573463439898227043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-la.html' title='la la.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5147446851720559767</id><published>2008-08-13T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:26:25.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday, of our lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head down and don't worry about who is or isn't paying attention to you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, how &lt;u&gt;easy&lt;/u&gt; can that be for someone like me? i really wanna know who is or who isnt paying attention to me la. cos im so self conscious (even though i keep telling others not to be like that) &amp; well, i guess i really have a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh OH today is robbie's 0th birthday! i bought him just now with wei ling &amp; hui ying. &amp; so far, i've solved him thrice! yay here he is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SKLguXBwD7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mGSNzKJUHn4/s1600-h/ROBBIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SKLguXBwD7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mGSNzKJUHn4/s400/ROBBIE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233992804017901490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt he just &lt;i&gt;handsome&lt;/i&gt;? *maisy squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah i went home with farhanah yesterday and she was like playing with her "empty" milo carton when suddenly &lt;b&gt;SPLAT&lt;/b&gt;! the milo ended up on the bangla's shirt who was sitting in front of us in the upper deck of the holy bus 30. LOL. i love going home with farhanah. routine after every band day: say bye to everyone. buy milo carton drinks. either take bus 79 (which will normally be jam-packed with banglas but who cares lol) or bus 30. talk and laugh and joke and sing in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SKLguVXVbVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SCmOCEZGl9I/s1600-h/fana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SKLguVXVbVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SCmOCEZGl9I/s400/fana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233992803571559762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and farhanah is like a bangla-attacker with her awesome milo gun ;D (no offence)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5147446851720559767?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5147446851720559767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5147446851720559767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyday-of-our-lives.html' title='everyday, of our lives.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SKLguXBwD7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mGSNzKJUHn4/s72-c/ROBBIE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8679425536885825262</id><published>2008-08-11T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:08:43.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change is good.</title><content type='html'>oh what is wrong with photobucket. i am unable to use it, so i resorted to &lt;b&gt;friendster&lt;/b&gt; to upload my blogskin images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgreat ohgreat ohgreat i am so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgod all the images are so freakin' blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the skin turned out &lt;u&gt;quite&lt;/u&gt; okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;homeworks still undone, baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8679425536885825262?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8679425536885825262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8679425536885825262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-is-good.html' title='change is good.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-32284034815616295</id><published>2008-08-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:57:09.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BON VOYAGE (:</title><content type='html'>i seriously &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; wait to see my hyderabad friends again, especially Aditi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an awesome time with you guys, honestly. i've never felt so alive &amp; liked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mãĩ tumse pyār kartī hū̃&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-32284034815616295?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/32284034815616295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/32284034815616295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/08/bon-voyage.html' title='BON VOYAGE (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5748919817337622327</id><published>2008-07-30T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:52:04.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're thinking irrationally again &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Instead of joining in on the drama of the crowd, just do your own thing right now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; doing my &lt;b&gt;thing&lt;/b&gt; now. i rarely join in on the drama of &lt;i&gt;THE CROWD&lt;/i&gt;. i hate crowds, yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was.. *maisy sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a typical day, it was just full of unexpected events. but i cant really remember all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only remembered that after individuals at band (YES, YOU READ IT RIGHT, I ACTUALLY WENT FOR INDIVIDUALS! which is a good thing, really.) i went to the bus stop, where joshua (?), aloysius (?) and some other 2/5 dudes actually bid adieu to me (!!!) &amp; i totally was caught off-guard. wow, they actually knew my freaking name. which they actually &lt;i&gt;pronounce&lt;/i&gt; right! lol. FYI maisarah is not pronounced as &lt;i&gt;my-sarah&lt;/i&gt; with the a in &lt;i&gt;sa&lt;/i&gt; pronounced like &lt;i&gt;air&lt;/i&gt; but it is pronounced as &lt;i&gt;my-sarah&lt;/i&gt; with the a in &lt;i&gt;sa&lt;/i&gt; pronounced exactly the same as in &lt;i&gt;rah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Like a grain on the beach &lt;br /&gt;Like a star in the sky &lt;br /&gt;Far too many to count with the naked eye &lt;br /&gt;They won't see you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead &lt;br /&gt;Walk on by &lt;br /&gt;You don't know I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you'll find &lt;br /&gt;You should open your eyes &lt;br /&gt;You don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who looked right through me &lt;br /&gt;Now you're saying that you knew me &lt;br /&gt;When I was invisible &lt;br /&gt;And you're the one who walked right through me &lt;br /&gt;Now you're saying that you knew me &lt;br /&gt;When I was invisible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things adding up &lt;br /&gt;Try so hard not to rush &lt;br /&gt;Giving in, letting go of the world we know &lt;br /&gt;They won't see you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force it down &lt;br /&gt;Lose the taste &lt;br /&gt;They all think it's a waste &lt;br /&gt;We don't need to believe every word they say, no &lt;br /&gt;They don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who looked right through me &lt;br /&gt;Now you're saying that you knew me &lt;br /&gt;When I was invisible &lt;br /&gt;And you're the one who walked right through me &lt;br /&gt;Now you're saying that you knew me &lt;br /&gt;When I was invisible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to be lost &lt;br /&gt;But maybe you're not lost at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize me? &lt;br /&gt;Do you know who I am? &lt;br /&gt;Do you see me now? &lt;br /&gt;Do you see me now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who looked right through me &lt;br /&gt;Now you're saying that you knew me &lt;br /&gt;When I was invisible &lt;br /&gt;And you're the one who walked right through me &lt;br /&gt;Now you're saying that you knew me &lt;br /&gt;When I was invisible &lt;br /&gt;I'm invisible &lt;br /&gt;I'm invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;invisible&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;u&gt;ashlee simpson&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope im the only one crazy about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5748919817337622327?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5748919817337622327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5748919817337622327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-thinking-irrationally-again.html' title='you&apos;re thinking irrationally again &gt;:('/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6221385677610290601</id><published>2008-07-27T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T03:59:10.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHYEAH HEE (:</title><content type='html'>i was just browsing through my old entries when i stumbled upon this particular entry that made me LAUGH! haha remember i  typed in some resolutions for my new year that i said are un-achievable? i actually acheived all of them except one (clean my room &amp; give it a new coat of paint!) so im seriously gonna clean my lousy old room. (finally!-i hear my beloved mom say.) oh if you cant recall then here's the link-&lt;a href="http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html"&gt;Friday, February 1, 2008 (BORN FOR THIS)&lt;/a&gt;, &amp; scroll to the bottomest first post. have fun doing that. ima go do my english compo (which i am clueless of) now. i feel like strangling myself. homeworks is NOT my forte, babe. i dont bother doing any of them at all. unless its math. (oh math is LOVE! true love for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MATH I LOVE YOU &amp; I KNOW YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6221385677610290601?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6221385677610290601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6221385677610290601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohyeah-hee.html' title='OHYEAH HEE (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-787119122136832665</id><published>2008-07-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T03:19:25.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; at the end of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Sharing your unique perspective in a kind way keeps people from getting defensive.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, put on your ear muffs people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MAISY SCREAMS TIL THERE IS NO TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy sighs &amp; asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"when is it ever gonna stop/end?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please, &lt;b&gt;STOP IT&lt;/b&gt;. i am sick &amp; tired. of people. being so stuck-up, arrogant, bigheaded, cocky, conceited, condescending, disdainful, egocentric, haughty, patronizing, snobbish, supercilious, uppity, vain? PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of others' futures. sometimes, we have to close one eye &amp; take it all as a challenge. but we CANNOT blame others. look at yourself first before you do that. whatever it is, if we are ONE, it is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; anyone's fault alone, it is OUR fault wholly &amp; fully. if you want to criticize, or comment on others' personalities or actions you have to keep in mind that you must suggest a better &amp; practical way of solving these problems &amp; you must also see them as human. humans make mistakes. humans have problems. humans sometimes cannot change or mend their ways cos they have their own perspectives or personal reasons. as humans ourselves, we must learn to love one another &amp; understand others' positions. if we are unable to do that, then we are not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;despise&lt;/s&gt; dislike those who think that they are doing everything they can already to help but are ignorant of what others are doing to help. &amp; for those who are so aware of what others are saying about you. lemme ask you, how do you even fcking know if others are talking about you? &amp; can you even damn well prove it? whatever your answer is, even if it makes sense or not, i just wanna stamp a big WHATEVER on your tak chantek face okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;think first, you fool.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-787119122136832665?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/787119122136832665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/787119122136832665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-end-of-day.html' title='&amp; at the end of the day'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-3322064398585190895</id><published>2008-07-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T03:21:43.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so technically, so technically.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are showing patterns -- it's up to you to figure out what they mean.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? lol. on monday night, i dreamt that my tuba junior, Rayner, was sick &amp; i went to his house to send him some soup i cooked (thank god it was a dream sia..i cant cook!) &amp; then i dont know why, but i kana kicked out of his house! wtf la..then there was this scene where the sec3 band members were like ignoring me cos i quit YPSB due to the hyderabad student exchange. &lt;b&gt;why all about band one ah?&lt;/b&gt; :/ ok, if i put both scenes together..i interpret that..im gonna get kicked out of band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i suck at band stuffs &amp; all, but dont until kick me out of band can? lol. (maisy is talking to maisy's dream-maker/weaver, not the real band-in-charge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;butbutbut&lt;/u&gt; yesterday, Rayner didnt come for band! i asked wei sheng, he said that Rayner wasnt even &lt;i&gt;present&lt;/i&gt; in school. which, goes to show. that. i. am. PSYCHIC? (is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. NO WAY! haha. maybe im feeling my &lt;i&gt;psychicness&lt;/i&gt; coming back to me. haha. i remembered that last week, during PE (&amp; during the last lesson of Mr Jack Liew's) i suddenly started singing "This Is The Life" by Hannah Montana. then wei ling was like, omg i was singing that song in my head. &amp; bam! thats when i felt that maybe..my &lt;i&gt;psychicness&lt;/i&gt; is coming back! haha. cos in primary school i was like, &lt;b&gt; THE PSYCHIC ONE&lt;/b&gt;. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;hee (:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;- i have a hunch that wei ling is SICK of seeing this phrase. cos..it means only one thing. (maisy shushes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. i am &lt;b&gt;such&lt;/b&gt; a weirdo. referring to myself as the &lt;u&gt;third&lt;/u&gt; party is like, my &lt;i&gt;newest&lt;/i&gt; hobby baby. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&amp; whatever i do is never the hottest new thing of the century/decade/year/month/week/day (besides, i cant have it any other way)."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-3322064398585190895?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3322064398585190895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3322064398585190895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-technically-so-technically.html' title='so technically, so technically.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-9119930589522396561</id><published>2008-07-20T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:45:45.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSG BUSTER u suck! :b</title><content type='html'>MAISY: alah, wl.. ): (the rest of the content is censored)&lt;br /&gt;WEI LING: aiya, most you go "accidentally" grab his hand and say "oops, sorry, wrong person" lor.&lt;br /&gt;MAISY: WTF?! aiya i seriously think u watch too many korean episodes. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate SIM WEI LING MADALENE!!! she makes my life soooooooooo painful. with stupid threats &amp; suggestions at how to make &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants me to type in her "story" here which supposedly is a romantic story about somebody &amp; somebody. you all can guess who liao. anws i wont post her interesting story which still got sparks fly then dunno what la. the end. wei ling aspires to be an inspiring director and/or writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo~ good luck to you madalene! nah, i ask somebody to go give you good luck kiss. (who ah?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-9119930589522396561?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/9119930589522396561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/9119930589522396561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/msg-buster-u-suck-b.html' title='MSG BUSTER u suck! :b'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5598716083182454517</id><published>2008-07-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:43:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love's not a competition, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;If you are tired of behaving yourself, then get naughty today and see what happens.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. &amp; i've deleted the previously previous post cos im &lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt; over him. (*maisy whispers: &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still loving this &lt;b&gt;certain&lt;/b&gt; somebody, lalala. whose name starts with W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one &amp; only &lt;u&gt;wei ling&lt;/u&gt; of course! wahaha. she knows me inside out. &amp; she knows who i'm going gaga over. which i will never reveal, &amp; which no one actually cares about anyways. like who really reads my blog? &amp; bothers about my personal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reference to my horoscope above, hmm. all i can say is, i've &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; been a naughty nerd. HAHA i have many tricks up my sleeve &amp; im quite sly &amp; everything. sometimes i even fool people without them knowing it ;D &amp; i like to plan stuff like purposely bumping into ****! muahaha how's that for a nerd like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i blog lame stuffs man. &amp; everytime i read blogs like pearlyn's &amp; atrina's &amp; elaine's etc..whose english is like &lt;i&gt;so whoa!&lt;/i&gt; i feel inferior &amp; stop wondering why people don't bother reading my already officially dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, if i had you, then maybe you'll bother to. i hope? cos to be with a person like me you'll have to tolerate real shit &amp; lousy unprofessional singing &amp; fake giggles &amp; overpowering love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5598716083182454517?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5598716083182454517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5598716083182454517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/loves-not-competition-baby.html' title='love&apos;s not a competition, baby.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-795359712647011359</id><published>2008-07-12T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:57:35.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tralala; there's nothing i wouldn't do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;If a blue mood hits, cheer yourself up by sharing your deep feelings with a friend.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did that today LOL (: with my good eupho mate wan ping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp; i hope you do, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-795359712647011359?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/795359712647011359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/795359712647011359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendster-horoscope-for-day-if-blue.html' title='tralala; there&apos;s nothing i wouldn&apos;t do.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-537008541198716131</id><published>2008-07-07T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:21:04.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERIC DILL YOU'RE MINE ALL MINE &amp; NOT WEI LING'S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://panther1.last.fm/proposedimages/original/6/18844393/493934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://panther1.last.fm/proposedimages/original/6/18844393/493934.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OMG! ERIC IS LOVE &lt;3.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-537008541198716131?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/537008541198716131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/537008541198716131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/eric-dill-youre-mine-all-mine-not-wei.html' title='ERIC DILL YOU&apos;RE MINE ALL MINE &amp; NOT WEI LING&apos;S!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-7214060470586378410</id><published>2008-07-07T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:15:38.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're one in a million (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;How did I get here&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and there you were&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think twice or rationalize&lt;br /&gt;Cause somehow I knew&lt;br /&gt;That there was more that just chemistry&lt;br /&gt;I mean I knew you were kind of into me&lt;br /&gt;But I figured it's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said pinch me, where's the catch this time&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a single cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Help me before I get use to this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it &lt;br /&gt;Oooh Ohhhh Ooh Ohhh Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was lookin' for love&lt;br /&gt;Try'n to make things work that wasn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;Til' I thought I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm done&lt;br /&gt;Then stumbled into the arms of the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making me laugh about the silliest stuff&lt;br /&gt;Say that I'm your diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;When I'm mad at you, you come with your velvet touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I'm so lucky&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see that sparkle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it &lt;br /&gt;Oh Oooh Ohhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was lookin' for love&lt;br /&gt;Try'n to make things work that wasn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;Til' I thought I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm done&lt;br /&gt;Then stumbled into the arms of the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said pinch me wheres the catch this time&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a single cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Help me before I get used to this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it &lt;br /&gt;Ohh ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen in a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU &amp; i can't stop thinking of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-7214060470586378410?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7214060470586378410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7214060470586378410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-one-in-million.html' title='you&apos;re one in a million (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-3726411366569301154</id><published>2008-07-05T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:56:44.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take this chance to turn it around (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Take a second before you act on any of your impulses. Wait for more information.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM. is that implying something to me? about..? cos i wanna do something actually, and after i read my horoscope maybe i shouldn't anymore i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei ling ask me to do something too. which i'd rather &lt;u&gt;die&lt;/u&gt; than do, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. today. band. i screwed up again. can't tongue shorter. my tongue is &lt;b&gt;fat&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;slow&lt;/b&gt;. i feel like breaking down again. why can't i do anything right for once? i feel so lumpy nowadays. ): but i &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; love ABBA GOLD &amp; MUSIC OF THE BEATLES. OLYMPIC SPIRIT so-so. MONTANA FANFARE is just impossible to work with me. but im supposed to work harder right? which i try to, but cant. i realised i never improve on something i want to ever in my life. so maybe i should really CHIONG! til there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but who's gonna help me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-3726411366569301154?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3726411366569301154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3726411366569301154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-this-chance-to-turn-it-around.html' title='take this chance to turn it around (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-2027125317575647557</id><published>2008-07-02T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:23:10.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*gulps: help? :/</title><content type='html'>can i still?&lt;br /&gt;should i still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: yes i freaking still am &amp; that really sucks cos i cant make it GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY, I SAY. GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you driving in my car &lt;br /&gt;Then in a frozen bar&lt;br /&gt;And I claimed I didn't care for you&lt;br /&gt;But your verse got trapped inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;You played yourself to death in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd drop you easily&lt;br /&gt;But that was not to be&lt;br /&gt;You burrowed like a summer tic&lt;br /&gt;So you invade my sleep and confuse my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Turn my nights to sleepless itch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on you 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to fight your rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on you 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You've got me paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;I hear your midrange moan&lt;br /&gt;You're everywhere inside my room&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm alone I hear your mellow drone&lt;br /&gt;You're everywhere inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on you 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to fight your rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on you 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You got me trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape your incessant whine&lt;br /&gt;When you beam it out all across the sky&lt;br /&gt;No I can't escape&lt;br /&gt;(stuck on you 'till the end of time)&lt;br /&gt;your insipid rhyme&lt;br /&gt;(I'm too tired to fight your rhyme)&lt;br /&gt;When you shoot it deep&lt;br /&gt;(stuck on you 'till the end of time)&lt;br /&gt;Straight into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUCK ON YOU&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;u&gt;paramore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"are you..still there?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-2027125317575647557?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2027125317575647557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2027125317575647557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/gulps-help.html' title='*gulps: help? :/'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-1881848472942283471</id><published>2008-07-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:08:33.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH? UHM-CHIO? I'M CHIO? ARM CHIO? -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;FRIENDSTER HOROSCOPE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;There is a tense emotional energy around you today -- try not to tick anyone off.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. today is a silly day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is 'be yourself day' haha. &amp; ohwell i guess i didnt &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; look like myself. if i was really myself, i'll be wearing an astronaut outfit or a pirate costume. ARR! I WANNA BE A PIRATE WHEN I GROW UP MATEY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ships ahoy!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i've always dreamt of living in Neverland. cos you can be childish &lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; and no one will judge you for who you really are. adventures; you will have them everyday &amp; that just &lt;b&gt;rocks&lt;/b&gt; right. im like meant to be this female 'peter pan' sey. so stop asking me to grow up yeah?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol wei ling look so ah lian today. i told her that if she take an ah lian examination, she will score about 52%. LOL. i told her when i grow up i will be a professor who creates examinations &amp; quizzes that determine one's "class" (e.g. minahs, mats, ah lians, ah bengs &amp; the list goes on..) haha. if i take a nerd examination i will score 98%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tralala~ im captain underpants!&lt;/i&gt; LOL if one day i see someone dress up like him for 'be yourself day' i will laugh out BLOOD i tell you xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth day celebrations was OK i guess. ms bibiana wong..uhm. sing like normal lor. im not quite fond of her "screaming" though. mr fazlin..not bad haha. ms deborah something was quite ok too. wah..for all i know, these 3 young chers are part-time singers at night clubs or whatevers sey. cos they are kinda likeable too i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well..thats about it i guess. so i look weird today (as said by jonathan) haha. lol i feel like people are bringing me down in some way or another, comment, criticise, offend, blah blah blah. and i eat to make up for my misery. no wonder im fat la. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"everyone looks pretty cool today. save the fashion."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-1881848472942283471?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1881848472942283471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1881848472942283471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/07/huh-uhm-chio-im-chio-arm-chio.html' title='HUH? UHM-CHIO? I&apos;M CHIO? ARM CHIO? -.-'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-3852131902334141154</id><published>2008-06-29T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:15:31.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED THE RAIN GOD.</title><content type='html'>GOSH, DONT YOU GUYS THINK IT'S JUST SO FCKING HOT NOWADAYS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy attempts a rain dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy looks up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy gets pooped at the face by a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy thanks god that maisy didnt open her mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy crosses her arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy sulks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maisy orders an electric fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhh the 2nd ypsb practice was better than the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf la the band room opened at 8 &amp; i reached there at about 7.15. lols i pity those who arrived earlier.&lt;br /&gt;i was bored to death waiting cos lol i was sitting alone as per usual. nobody sits with me aww sad -.- but then rayner sat at my table &amp; read the scores. so well i have a table companion lol. i saw an ant on the table too &amp; started communicating with it through telepathy. suddenly that yi ci come sit my table &amp; we started talking about friends &amp; JCs &amp; how much love for euphos i have (wtf). it was kinda weird la cos i wanted to be left alone. but ohwell nice to be felt noticed i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wen qi came to talk to rayner about dunno what councillor stuffs i think (i couldnt care less lol) then suddenly rayner asked what time band end. then dunno what happened then yi ci left &amp; so did wen qi. then me &amp; rayner talked for awhile. lol his birthday is on the ypsb performance! xD then dunno we wait &amp; wait..wait, actually i was waiting for band room to be opened but he was waiting for his section mates cos he say if they dont come, he will go for councillor meeting &amp; skip band. but lol i spotted that zhong cai &amp; ming wei. hahas. too bad, guessed he had to skip councillor meeting :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rayner "reunited" with his section mates &amp; i, with mine. wan ping just realised i was sitting there LOL. then we talked but i cant remember about what. haha but ypsb was really fun. i &lt;u&gt;kinda&lt;/u&gt; bonded with my mates (: yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot man. the weather is awfully scorching hot. i need rain! arr. if this keeps on going, i will get my white spots agian sia. i hate that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure what's truly altruistic anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-3852131902334141154?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3852131902334141154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/3852131902334141154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-rain-god.html' title='I NEED THE RAIN GOD.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8645729422859617845</id><published>2008-06-21T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T05:56:45.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol macaroni soup is fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SFz6QNQZkfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E4N-eSqrbyk/s1600-h/hm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SFz6QNQZkfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E4N-eSqrbyk/s200/hm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214317624931488242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8645729422859617845?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8645729422859617845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8645729422859617845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol-macaroni-soup-is-fun.html' title='lol macaroni soup is fun.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SFz6QNQZkfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/E4N-eSqrbyk/s72-c/hm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4255909103015689650</id><published>2008-06-21T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T05:51:04.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the verge.</title><content type='html'>hey im back from malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from monday til today i am still down with fever, flu, sore throat and now cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome. bloody awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i just realised that david is a funny guy. today, in the bus, he actually thought that the euphonium settled beside me was a &lt;b&gt;person&lt;/b&gt;. lol david, david.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ypsb practice today was slacky. i tried to anti myself cos im sick. lol. eupho people are nice people (: im sure everyone agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i watched kungfu panda! it rocked man. KUNGFU PANDA IS LOVE BAYBEH. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima update on holidays stuffs next week when i've cleared all my holiday homeworks &amp; projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhwellllllllllllllllllll. i decided that i will only like him for fun &amp; not get myself too involved with all these stupid crush things. yay im growing up. but i cant deny the wonderful awesome glorious awesome fact that he's hot. undeniably hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am dreading monday. weight-taking. grrr. i've been eating non-stop this whole holiday term. i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And when it rains,&lt;br /&gt;Will you always find an escape?&lt;br /&gt;Just running away,&lt;br /&gt;From all of the ones who love you,&lt;br /&gt;From everything."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4255909103015689650?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4255909103015689650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4255909103015689650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-verge.html' title='on the verge.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-7211565314630298963</id><published>2008-06-13T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:59:58.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO WRITE LOVE ON HIS ARMS...</title><content type='html'>OO-ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today, you should sense that a new beginning is coming in an old relationship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today played some badminton with lodsa badminton people. and i have no experience at all while they do. except for jordan maybe. oh so well. i suck. :P big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow, i love you, tomorrow, you're only, a day, away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's bbq day for class. should i go? i really cant make up my mind. but anyways..the rents might not approve of it. they have been complaining that i have been spending money and time out too much. ohwell. so much for having a social life. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yesterday...all my troubles seemed so far away...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yesterday was my LUCKY day. i won 4 bucks, baybeh! haha my mom bought three persimmons and asked me, my cousin and my sister to guess the price of three of them. i guessed 8 bucks! yippee i won 2 bucks. then she asked to guess the price of one of them. i guessed 2.80 bucks! and yippee i won another 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. watching 'THE PRICE IS RIGHT' is really useful eh? haha, i love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone tell me; is it possible to sweat in an ice-skating rink? cos that's what i did on wednesday. i hope that doesnt make me a freak. 8B but ohwell, that's what i already am lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wanna post pictures on eupholava site but i cant! yi ci, yi ci, send me the photos quick!&lt;/b&gt; SOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, wait. how come the song 'tomorrow' sounds so pleasant when i doubt i'd have fun tomorrow? and how come the song 'yesterday' sounds so sorrowful when i had luck yesterday? WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my horoscope for today at the top. derived from my favourite source, friendster.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what meaning it reels in from life for me? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-7211565314630298963?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7211565314630298963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7211565314630298963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-write-love-on-his-arms.html' title='TO WRITE LOVE ON HIS ARMS...'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-1387193527119740941</id><published>2008-06-11T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:18:46.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo-er 8B</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You are ready take on the next challenge of life -- go experience something new!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what my friendster horoscope says today. and so, today i attempted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUM ROLL please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcfamilyadventures.co.uk/images/pic-ice-skating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.abcfamilyadventures.co.uk/images/pic-ice-skating.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA! i did ice-skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. or to be more exact in my case, ICE-WALKING. haha. i went with farhanah, wan ping, cassandra, theck yee, yi ci and our small boy wei sheng! muahaha today i really bullied wei sheng til can bully anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among all of us, yi ci was the best lah hor (though it pains me to admit that) and of course, im the most terrible, horrible vegetable man. haha. cheers to me for screaming the whole time there. it was a wonderful time "skating" with my section mates (haha jonathan absence made the whole experience better, haha jk jk) and i hope we can do it again! but next time with lina and sakina lah hor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH PEOPLE, WANT YOUR HAIR TO BE SOFT TO THE TOUCH? USE JOHNSON'S BABY SHAMPOO! it made theck yee's hair very soft LOL. haha. today i touched everyone's hair. and use SILKY STRAIGHT too. wei sheng my little do-dog uses that and his hair also not so bad. haha. today everybody like force wei sheng to sit in those kiddy rides at IMM. cos theck yee wanna take photos. so that one day when theck yee is a grandad he'll open up his photo album and there he would see wei sheng's photos! oh how he would reminisce (is that the right word?)! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay going out with the "E.P.s" ( yi ci named us the Eupho Players? which is kinda ermz but ohwell) made me forget all those ugly stuffs. I LOVE EUPHOS! LOVE LOVE LOVE! &lt;33 im not kidding today im really insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. we didnt get to go on the BANDWORLD yi ci brought us to and we didnt take neo-prints. but thats OK, cos i had a super duper day and will miss theck yee and cassandra. :( i hate people leaving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess my horoscope for the day is kinda in a way turning out to be awesome. just plain awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala! ima watch some &lt;a href="http://happytreefriends.com"&gt;HAPPY TREE FRIENDS&lt;/a&gt;! OO-ER MY FAVE HOBBY (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-1387193527119740941?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1387193527119740941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/1387193527119740941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/oo-er-8b.html' title='oo-er 8B'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6525752774968025523</id><published>2008-06-09T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T04:39:35.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're like me, YOU'RE CRAZY</title><content type='html'>section outing.&lt;br /&gt;this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;12pm.&lt;br /&gt;outside popular.&lt;br /&gt;wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;bring lotsa money.&lt;br /&gt;bring yourself.&lt;br /&gt;come with an open heart, mind and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;and expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what a load of bullshit, maisy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws guys, i have NEVER ice-skated in my whole pathetic life before. so ready yourself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI LING&lt;br /&gt;i know you think im pathetic can? and desperate. though you deny it, i believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant choose another guy that fits me better la. he. i dont know, man. when i hate everybody, he's the only one not in my circle of hate. i wished i know why. why cant i just like another guy. gosh. its so frustrating when you're me. problematic sia. no peace. no relak mode. everyday you'll be stressed or too screwed up in life. where someone is shouting in your ear everytime til you turn deaf. at times i wish i was deaf and/or dumb. cos i horribly suck at communicating. when i speak, it all comes out horribly terribly wrong. when i hear and/or listen, i wanna push those words back in their mouths. cos it sucks and it hurts at times when they're right and im wrong. im always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ready. set. go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6525752774968025523?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6525752774968025523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6525752774968025523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-youre-like-me-youre-crazy.html' title='when you&apos;re like me, YOU&apos;RE CRAZY'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-7148029230564555491</id><published>2008-06-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:00:39.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to go or not to go?</title><content type='html'>i finally realised how annoying kuah kai xiang is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to watch a video of rick astley singing never gonna give you up i think.&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me to shut the window and open it again. ridiculous right? turns out that some windows were supposed to pop out or something..&lt;br /&gt;then he said that weiling told him i like divesh? like wtf? haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i asked him, "eh whats your house address?". it was a simple question pertaining to his BBQ thing next week. and he simply refused to answer it. he was like avoiding it la. eeeeee im so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new hobby for the last two days: logging on to friendster and seeing who viewed me and viewing them back. i dont even know most of them la lol. who cares. im so bored and homework sucks big time. im searching online for quick answers but google is simply not answering my questions (just like the previous mentioned person)! oh whats wrong with people and internet nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, im scared. that you'll know the truth. i really am. i limit myself to tell &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; persons about it. and i did! im working hard la. haha. but really, when it rains, i think about you and &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; you and that just rocks my stinky socks. it's a wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love. its easy for me to fall in and out of love. that sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-7148029230564555491?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7148029230564555491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7148029230564555491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='to go or not to go?'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4173288067135432905</id><published>2008-06-06T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:01:25.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HPA (:</title><content type='html'>why is it so hard to get one's attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sing. i wanna dance. i wanna be pretty. i wanna be hot. but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want your attention. make it undivided for me. please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, i am so low. i have to resort to begging. i suck in life. i just cant do anything right. like just now. i cant even play those semiquavers in music of the beatles. im ruining everything, i dont wanna be in charge of something cos i always screw up. more than a normal living thing can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i get things the way i want them to be..just for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got internet at home. YIPPEE. so i finally updated; is everyone happy now? haha, i guess so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4173288067135432905?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4173288067135432905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4173288067135432905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/06/hpa.html' title='HPA (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-2897649659225553538</id><published>2008-04-25T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:57:42.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pop?</title><content type='html'>i am sorry. it is not elevators that im scared of but escalators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. there i go again. *cough cough* and there goes my super sore throat. argh. *chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT looking forward to my negeri sembilan trip. cos i am gonna be in a bus full of people i hardly know. well, that's where my amath tb comes in handy! i am gonna do my amath all the way there! (: i know i know, i am SO SMART! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MATHS. makes me feel like i finally belong to this big big world full of ugly people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-2897649659225553538?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2897649659225553538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2897649659225553538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/04/pop.html' title='pop?'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4633521500410239273</id><published>2008-04-12T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:22:03.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WILL YOU DO IF YOU WERE ME?</title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY WAS SUPER DUPER FUN at the ccab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up yesterday morning feeling this great sense of excitement cos i really wanna do this eco whatever, right? and so i shower and slipped into my ugly uniform and was driven to huiying's house by my family (: i love them! well i saw my baobao (weiling) and i played on the swings with her (oh, i love swings!) and chatted about stuffs that don't really matter here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then weiling said she saw huiying at the 11th storey waving to us. i was like where? i looked up, there wasnt anything moving at all. (oh yeah btw i saw this half naked indian man staring at me before this and it really freaked the hell outta me, lol) and weiling was like, u slow ah. yay, i was wondering, she took so long to figure out that my brain cells work as fast as the pace of a half-dead snail. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, lemme fast forward to the "when me, weiling, huiying and huiying's dad are alrdy in the nissan (i think)". and you're wondering where is shah? well, she was (as per normal) still at home, cos she forgot to bring her bandanna. and in the end weiling called her and told her to give it up alrdy cos we are running late. then i was kinda agitated cos i have this thing abt everybody having a bandanna except for one person. so to comfort me my baobao said aiya the most ppl think she is ASEAN scholar and i made huiying's dad laugh by saying "oh YEAH..from india!" haha. then weiling was like from indonesia lah..then i say since when they so dark, my mom is fair..oh well..so..well. that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so when we reached that ccab i got to open my "magical forest" again! haha. love that thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FAST FORWARD. in the end, me and weiling ended up going to JP. to eat KFC AGAIN (third time that week) and to walk around. at KFC weiling was TRYING to tell me sth, but as per normal, i was oblivious. so she gave me clues which led me to getting the wrong idea. so we walked around and i finally got it out of her..and i was screaming my head off like i was gonna get decapitated. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were staring suspiciously. so weiling got me into the waste chambers..where i peed my sane mind away/out. and when i got out i told weiling firmly that i wanted to eat ice cream. with chocolate. and she stared hard at me and told me she was broke, so i told her its on me. and thats when she confirmed i really have lost it. bam. toing. screw loose. spring out. i was insane in a way where i was sane, do you get what im on about? i really was disappointed to the point where when i climbed the elevator i wasnt sweating anymore which was weird cos i hate elevators if you know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiling..i thank you for all you have done for me (: you're the bestiest funniest most tolerating maisy crap friend in the whole wide ugly biggy world! i love you my baobao! i just hope you dont tell me more disappointing stuff to take advantage of my "treat-the-friend-when-i-am-damn-fcuking-shocked" rule. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know what has been going on in your head and also that silly idiot of yours. may God be forgiving on your behalf but i think i need more time to have the heart to forgive someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i a hate-able person? what did i do? is it cos im not close to God like im supposed to be? am i a bad person? do i deserve all this? i wonder, if someone will ever enlighten me one day. someday. i guess i will have to be patient. i wonder if i ever hurt someone or broke their heart. if i have, i beg you your forgiveness, and hope you do tell me what it is that i have done, cos i hate those who have hurt with no reason at all. and i do not want to be one of them. at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4633521500410239273?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4633521500410239273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4633521500410239273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-will-you-do-if-you-were-me.html' title='WHAT WILL YOU DO IF YOU WERE ME?'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-7467594982832500947</id><published>2008-04-02T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T06:35:24.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i'm a freakshow, &amp; i fart at the affairs of the heart</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, GOSH, im so full of myself, right? and you're not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme do what what i wanna do, and to heck with it if it looks damn fcuking stupid. i am me, and you are you. so leave me be, and stop making those faces. you don't need to tell me anything anyway, cos in the end i somehow know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm still the loner in the crowd. whatever it is, i'm the odd one out. i guess..i'm just wandering about. even on the crowded MRT you'll always see, you'll see a space all around me; somehow, in one way or another, keeping others out. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im counting down to the days i pass out from band. im dreading each day, nothing to look forward to. energy all drained. i dont do well in it anw, so? what should i do? i've never been good in music i guess, i just like to fool around. and everytime im in band i feel even more alone than ever. God save me. i feel sick. i feel exhausted. i feel used. i just wanna go back, God. to a place i know people are real and true to themselves. people who don't give a damn about looks, fashion sense, intelligence, but the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh wtf am i doing? im wallowing in a pool of self-pity again, like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate updating. every post gets stupider each time. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-7467594982832500947?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7467594982832500947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/7467594982832500947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-im-freakshow-i-fart-at-affairs.html' title='i know i&apos;m a freakshow, &amp; i fart at the affairs of the heart'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4718447794443840216</id><published>2008-03-19T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:41:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS U SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MAISARAH (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Maisarah&amp;gender=f" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Maisarah!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maisarah is only six percent water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until the 1960s, Maisarah was not allowed to enter Disneyland.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It can take Maisarah several days to move just through one tree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maisarah can sleep with one eye open!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maisarah invented the wheel in the fourth millennium BC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When provoked, Maisarah will swivel the tip of her abdomen and shoot a jet of boiling chemicals at her attacker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you cut Maisarah in half and count the number of seeds inside, you will know how many children you are going to have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maisarah is worth her weight in gold - literally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Aztec Indians of Mexico believed Maisarah would protect them from physical harm, and so warriors used her to decorate their battle shields.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grapes explode if you put them inside Maisarah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4718447794443840216?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4718447794443840216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4718447794443840216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-u-should-know-about-maisarah.html' title='THINGS U SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MAISARAH (:'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-6540916220026110430</id><published>2008-03-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:14:35.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and stop thinking you know me</title><content type='html'>i think i look older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been putting on loads of weight and years, too. i prolly look like im seventy-five. with all these panda eyes and lack of hair, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with everybody? if you see me down in the dumps, don't give a freakin' damn about me. just leave me alone to wallow in self-pity. cos that's what i always do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get out of here cos that's what i've been wishing for since i got in. i need to get a life. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-6540916220026110430?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6540916220026110430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/6540916220026110430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-stop-thinking-you-know-me.html' title='and stop thinking you know me'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-4693205316026858759</id><published>2008-02-08T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T04:05:44.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GONG XI FA CAI FRIENDS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee! xD i know what to buy my ying ying alrdy! woooo shush it's a secret mekmek! (: forgot to tell her that tho, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to buy WHALE i hope it's black. and a classical guitar or sth. oh i dunno much abt guitars (even how to play 'em) but i sure hope i will after i buy one. which is so soon. in 4 days. whoop di doo! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i had a BBQ ytd with family at east coast. oh it was OK i guess. kind of funny cos i havent been to one with my family since i was 4 or sth. i remembered, i didnt camp out after that. i had an upset stomach and went home to sleep with my maid. ): but this year was different lah. i am more 'matured' i know what my tummy rejects, ahaha. at night i couldnt sleep in the smelly old cold insect-infected tent tho. i slept in bits and pieces if you know what im saying. anw, i will upload pictures later. (like anyone will feel super disappointed if i dont, ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling "emo-ish" since last saturday. i dunno what's been up with me. i guess im feeling left out all over again. like i was from kindergaten til now. people are with people again. everyone is. she is with him, he is with her. well. im with no one. i guess. unless you think you're with me, then dont bother tapping me on the shoulder and giving me a big bear hug. just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hugs, they make everyone feel better. dont they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw, &lt;i&gt;4 painful days left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-4693205316026858759?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4693205316026858759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/4693205316026858759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-glory.html' title='oh glory'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-8005900853383270719</id><published>2008-02-06T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T04:58:58.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain blast!</title><content type='html'>lol ima name him &lt;b&gt;"whale"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;i&gt;whale&lt;/i&gt;-ing (weiling) hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-8005900853383270719?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8005900853383270719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/8005900853383270719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/02/brain-blast.html' title='brain blast!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-2592117905674409748</id><published>2008-02-06T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T04:42:21.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we just want the airwaves back</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR ALL!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gong xi fa cai! hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im getting a new or second-hand guitar for my birthday next week! (: oh oh i hope i do. and maybe a big patrick. heeeee then this would be my best birthday year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;six days left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-2592117905674409748?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2592117905674409748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/2592117905674409748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-just-want-airwaves-back.html' title='we just want the airwaves back'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682243900056513089.post-5440689005543201673</id><published>2008-02-01T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:05:02.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORN FOR THIS</title><content type='html'>do you, do you wanna learn to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippee. the new year. kind of. belated new year then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to feel like a different person this year? cos i sure don't feel like one. oh well. i've made up a list of new year resolutions and i think i've &lt;i&gt;somewhat&lt;/i&gt; completed one of 'em so far. it's no. 3 on my list; KEEP ALL MAJOR SCALES IN MIND ALL THE TIME. yay yay. anw there are a bunch on my list that i don't think i'll ever achieve, no.1; LOSE WEIGHT, GAIN MUSCLES IF POSSIBLE?, no.8; TRY TO GET INTERNET AT HOME THROUGH PERSUASION, no.10; CLEAN MY ROOM AND GIVE IT A NEW COAT OF PAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a GOD-SEND MIRACLE if i did achieve them anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 days and counting to the big day! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;alright so you think you're ready, OK then you say this with me, go "We were born for this."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7682243900056513089-5440689005543201673?l=hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5440689005543201673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682243900056513089/posts/default/5440689005543201673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershotgunwedding.blogspot.com/2008/02/this.html' title='BORN FOR THIS'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624581644279353810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
