<?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-2918770069736445458</id><updated>2012-03-02T00:11:34.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Loved and Treasured</title><subtitle type='html'>Gem Paula//220997//Filipino 

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Nothing in this world can stop me from letting go and starting over.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-3772916853887704292</id><published>2011-03-20T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:21:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwentyFive ; Reeeelinnnkkk !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;HELLO AWESOME PEOPLE, I'VE MOVED. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Relinnkkkk me @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://c-apturedsmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;c-apturedsmiles.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-3772916853887704292?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3772916853887704292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/twentyfive-reeeelinnnkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/3772916853887704292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/3772916853887704292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/twentyfive-reeeelinnnkkk.html' title='TwentyFive ; Reeeelinnnkkk !'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-3178517359052209399</id><published>2011-03-02T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:25:17.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwentyFour ; Didn't expect you to disappoint me this much</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry, maybe I expected too much. It wasn't my fault, you gave me false hopes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember those times when we were inseparable? When we were so close ? Well, I still do. I still remember all the laughs . All the epic , crazy and retarded things we've done. All the gossip we've said , all the jokes we've laughed at, all the simple things that you probably forgot. Remember when the times when it was still perfect? Those moments were priceless, precious and perfect. Remember the day we first met? I was the one who stood up and said , 'hi my name is gem, what's yours?' Then after we got to know each other , we laughed at the way I was so hyper. Cos yknow why? I thought I've found my real friends . I thought so. But well, I thought wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*put your thumb and index finger together* we used to be this close. Now , you are slowly slipping away from me that I'm scared one day , I cant even reach you , I can't even find you or much worse , I won't even know you anymore . I'm scared the friendship I worked so hard to forget might just fade away in a blink of an eye. I can't even read what's going through your mind anymore. You don't know how hard it is knowing that the home you protected , treasured and cherished so much would just one day crumble to pieces . You don't know how hard seeing the face you used to remember is slowly changing to a person I don't know . You don't know Joe hard it is to see everything you thought would stay forever slowly slipping through your fingers like water slipping through your hands. I guess you will never know . I guess things will have to change . I guess not everytime , things will be perfect . One time or another , things will have to change. I'm sorry , I'm ignoring you. I just want you to know how much it hurts when you ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wished you hadn't met them . They are one of the reasons why you changed right ? Since when did we lose out to them , since when did they replace us ? When they came to your life , you forget us already ? Since when did they mean more to you than us ? Since when ? Ever since you started hwnging out with them , it's like , they knew more things than us , we wouldn't know your life , we wouldn't be updated but whereas they go the up-to-the-minute updates . You will leave us in one corner while you and them will laugh veryvery loudly. Them us ? We would feel extra . Do you know how much that is hurting us ? Or do you not care bout our feelings anymore ? I want the old us back . But it seems impossible with them especially her hanging out with you a lot . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate the most ? Valentines day , you gave me and her a card . Mine was like , three sentences only ? And hers was like a whole passage long ? Might as well write compo la ! But the point is that , you give her more effort than me. You make time for her , me ? Probably just the last few cards . You know how long I spent doing yours ? Yours took one of the longest to make . Haish , I dont know what to do anymore . Seriously . I'm tired of giving all the effort. It's your turn . It's your choice . I'm not asking for much . It's just that , I'd you still care , show it . Prove it . Make me feel that you at least care . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-3178517359052209399?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3178517359052209399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/twentyfour-didnt-expect-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/3178517359052209399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/3178517359052209399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/twentyfour-didnt-expect-you-to.html' title='TwentyFour ; Didn&apos;t expect you to disappoint me this much'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-1839262001164191215</id><published>2011-02-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:49:45.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwentyThree ; Make me fall in love again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Cause every time I look at you, its like the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Vg4k1YQuw/TV-6zw-aAJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A9kTWdCH3jM/s1600/Depopulated.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Vg4k1YQuw/TV-6zw-aAJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A9kTWdCH3jM/s400/Depopulated.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm incomplete without you . &amp;lt;":&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today , I pretty much studied NOTHING . -.- HAIYOEH , my mom forced my to clean my room and it took me like , the whole (?) day . Wtf -.- So , now must chiiooonnngggg study . so blogging until here only . Bye (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I fall in love harder everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-1839262001164191215?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1839262001164191215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/twentythree-make-me-fall-in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1839262001164191215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1839262001164191215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/twentythree-make-me-fall-in-love-again.html' title='TwentyThree ; Make me fall in love again'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Vg4k1YQuw/TV-6zw-aAJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A9kTWdCH3jM/s72-c/Depopulated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-8551413805297427560</id><published>2011-02-17T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:53:20.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwentyTwo ; Remember these moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember me this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNTCvEbFB1A/TV-8_45Vj2I/AAAAAAAAADE/jG2GM9NSqko/s1600/Balloons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNTCvEbFB1A/TV-8_45Vj2I/AAAAAAAAADE/jG2GM9NSqko/s400/Balloons.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE ... Not . So anw , in the Morning , we had spot check and I was incharge of 1E7 . Again . With Gabriel . Again . But it was kinda fun because I can disiao the sec ones who disiao . But I'm not that bad , okay . Then aft that had PE . Me and Sancia won all our badminton matches , can you believe it ?! Seriously , my history of PE sucked tothemax . Then now I'm winning ? Waddaheck ? Hahahah ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;FAST FORWARD ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;After sch , we had extra lesson of geo . Then I got 3/10 for class mini test on maps . WTF , realized everything were careless mistakes &amp;gt;&amp;lt; then suddenly teacher announce the marks for level test . Got fifteen out of fifteen . Can you believe it ?! Well , I can't . -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Then after sch , we took out the Chinese new year decoration . It was so cool running around the sch with scissors and decorations .  COUNCILLORS ROCK \m/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Then after that , I played guitar using Swann yee's guitar (: why does it seem like Swann yee's guitar is easier to play than mine ? Haiyoeh . Then Shahkirin asked to meet , so we meet at northpoint and then we went back sch together . Then aft that , he told me his nikolai problem . Then I helped him solve , but to no avail . Then , we went home . (: quickly did my homework and I didn't even study for my tmr test . Tsktsktsk . Then SoccerBoy smsed then out of the sudden call me 'babe' then we started calling each other babe . Bwahahah , I started wondering what would it feel like if FROG called me babe . Omgee , I surely faint . &amp;lt;": but it seems impossible -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anw , to those taking exams tmr , ALL THE BEST ! JIAYOUS (Y)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-8551413805297427560?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8551413805297427560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/twentytwo-remember-these-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/8551413805297427560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/8551413805297427560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/twentytwo-remember-these-moments.html' title='TwentyTwo ; Remember these moments'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNTCvEbFB1A/TV-8_45Vj2I/AAAAAAAAADE/jG2GM9NSqko/s72-c/Balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-6805478682566717942</id><published>2011-02-10T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:06:57.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwentyOne ; Sometimes I wish I could trade my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I can't please everyone, yknow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqkWWFCSuvI/TVPZay1k0cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t-tDlgRAW_Y/s1600/Those+fights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqkWWFCSuvI/TVPZay1k0cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t-tDlgRAW_Y/s640/Those+fights.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt;When you said that you love me more , i believed it . I believed your lies .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;I'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i dont know what to do anymore .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Today , well , kinda sucks . Had two tests . Maths and Grammar and Vocab . I spent a long time studying three english words , but then it didnt come out in the exam . -.- WTFFFFFF. Waste of time and effort . Andand , the grammar section , SUCKS ! I dont know how to do . Most of it , i just guessed . And maths , I didnt even study and I didnt even listen in class . I'm scared I fail . -.-" Haiyoeh , tomorrow got geo test . Dontwant to study , dontknow what to study . I hate tests .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I hope you knew , I'm not in the best of state .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-6805478682566717942?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6805478682566717942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/twentyone-sometimes-i-wish-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/6805478682566717942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/6805478682566717942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/twentyone-sometimes-i-wish-i-could.html' title='TwentyOne ; Sometimes I wish I could trade my life'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqkWWFCSuvI/TVPZay1k0cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t-tDlgRAW_Y/s72-c/Those+fights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-5409432094641760461</id><published>2011-01-30T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:40:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty ; It wasn't supposed to be like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't forget to remember me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUo-U-rTFpI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ufryb9J5Pb4/s1600/light+at+the+end.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUo-U-rTFpI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ufryb9J5Pb4/s640/light+at+the+end.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just hold on , baby . Don't ever let go .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FML , today was one of those Best-Good-Worse-Worst kind of days . Well , I woke supersuper early today (: I know I know , I very guai ;) but I didn't plan it , I had to go to church and my mom had to practically drag me out of bed . I spent like almost 30 minutes trying to find out what to wear . Seriously , I want a change of wardrobe ! If I throw out all the clothes that I don't like , I'll probably have to throw out 3/4 of my clothes . Haish , even my taste in clothes is going through puberty . Whatthehell . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So church was veryvery funfunfun ! Since today was the last Sunday of Jan , we had a birthday celebration for people whose birthday is on Jan . They had this DIY cake where there was this simple small cake and they give you different colours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of icing ! My bro was one of the birthday celebrants so I was allowed to help him decorate . After everything , our cake looked like a mess -.- seriously , the icing looked like shit . Literally . Me and my friends stashed the chocolate icing and started eating it . Yumm yumm (: I dunno who ate the cake and I don't care. The chocolate icing is enough for me ^^ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then , when we went home , Marion wanted to go home with us . I persuaded my mom and she allowed us . Seriously , I love cousin Marion . He rocks ! He's the kind of guy who has a lot of sense of humor and there's never a dull moment when he's around . (: andand then , I realized I had to do my homework . Crap ._. I had to find out 50 english words and it's meanings . Then there was this shitty iap homework . I didn't even bother doing it . Whoever give a damn to his bullshitzxc . Cousin marion left at 8.45 . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then , bitch started nagging at me and my bro . Say what , me and my bro still got the nerve to invite people over especially since our room is veryvery messy . I mean , does Marion even care ? He's a child . Of course , he would understand this kind of things . Parents don't . She then say what , cannot use phone after 9.30 . Kns , then without phone , do what ? Die of boredom uhs ? She think I can sleep that early meh ? Knn, her expectations too high luh . Fuckfuckfuck , sometimes , I hate my family . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are the reason I look forward to tomorrow .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-5409432094641760461?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5409432094641760461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-it-wasnt-supposed-to-be-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5409432094641760461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5409432094641760461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-it-wasnt-supposed-to-be-like.html' title='Twenty ; It wasn&apos;t supposed to be like this'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUo-U-rTFpI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ufryb9J5Pb4/s72-c/light+at+the+end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-5939009666112867297</id><published>2011-01-29T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:40:36.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen ; Stupidly smiling at my phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE ; starts with a smile , grows with a kiss and end with a tear .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUo7hYoqlGI/AAAAAAAAACo/h3YUTNFRPkY/s1600/happens+all+the+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUo7hYoqlGI/AAAAAAAAACo/h3YUTNFRPkY/s640/happens+all+the+time.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I like it when you say hello to me . At least I crossed your mind for even just a second .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAIYOEH , today my parents and tita keep asking me whether I have any bf anot . WTF ? Then my mom said that I can only have a bf when I'm 20 . WTF ? Seven more years ? Impossible . But then , I think they're suspicious cos everyday , they keep asking me whether I have any bf . I mean , even if I do have one , I seriously won't tell her . IDIOT -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had section lunch today . WOOSH , veryvery fun ! Gossiped like hell . Then ate kfc again , nice (Y) ! I (L) kfc (: talked about everything . From Jaslyn to even boyfriends . Even until the practice , we still remember all the things we talked about and kept on laughing . Yeah , I know , clarinets rock (Y) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we were realeased from band , it was raining veryvery hard . Then , I walked / run under the rain . I was drenched from head to toe and shaking like hell . It was so cold . I wanted my froggy prince charming to hug me . I started to wonder how it feels like to be hugged by him . Must be heaven . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then maurice and me walked around northpoint and talked bout 'FLIRT' . I hate flirt so much . She is making use of our guy friends . Haish , my blood boils everyone we talk about her . Seriously , she is not even pretty . FLIRT , she's only sec one now . I wonder what will happen to her when she grows older . Then , I turned to her and at the same time she reached for my shoulder making me accidentally bite her hand . Seriously , even my teeth hurt . She said my bra strap was showing therefore , she wanted to point it out to me . EPICFAILURE !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I'm so selfish . I only want you for myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-5939009666112867297?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5939009666112867297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/nineteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5939009666112867297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5939009666112867297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/nineteen.html' title='Nineteen ; Stupidly smiling at my phone'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUo7hYoqlGI/AAAAAAAAACo/h3YUTNFRPkY/s72-c/happens+all+the+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-1918229563827167739</id><published>2011-01-28T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:40:57.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen ; Waiting for my frog prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Make your move before I'm gone . People change and hearts move on . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anw , today we had band (: well , it was kinda fun as I was able to play the notes I wasnt able to play before . ACCOMPLISHED . The sec ones went to listen to us play Jericho . I could still remember the time when I was sec one and I was so amazed by how awesome my seniors played . Now , the sec ones have the same look in their faces just like I had (: I'M FINALLY A SENIOR ! &amp;lt;3 hehehe , I love this . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anw , aft band , me , babes ; Maurice , swann yee , j and Nat went walking around northpoint . Me and Maurice cried for two different reasons but the only difference is that when Maurice cried , she had two guys to care for her . But when I did , they didn't really care . Haish , im starting to miss my frog prince .  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate this . I'm the one who puts in effort to wait for him , to show him how much I love him . Yet , he don't realize it and I'm the one who's hurting inside . I'm the one suffering and he is just standing there no giving a damn . For goodness sake , froggy prince charming , notice me please . Its all i ever asked . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I'm starting to wonder whether time really heals and solves everything . If it does , how long ? I've been waiting for three years yet it gets me nowhere . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CUPID , MOVE YOUR BUTT AND START WORKING YOUR MAGIC . PRETTY PLEASE .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-1918229563827167739?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1918229563827167739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/eighteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1918229563827167739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1918229563827167739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/eighteen.html' title='Eighteen ; Waiting for my frog prince'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-4183501758222869158</id><published>2010-12-13T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:41:27.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen ; You're the best thing that should've been mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TQYInBSdrXI/AAAAAAAAACA/w1KfcOwM4Us/s1600/SleepAway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TQYInBSdrXI/AAAAAAAAACA/w1KfcOwM4Us/s640/SleepAway.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sleeping is the only way to escape the things that bother you when you're awake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haiiissshhh . Major headache now. Overslept ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So yeah , today , I went to the Health Promotion Board to get my backbones checked . Bwahaha , lucky me , i don't need to wear braces . (: I was like , so scared just thinking of wearing braces . How would I dance ? Sleep ? (Erm , anw , its braces for backbones not the teeth . ) Aft the whole check-up which lasted only 30 minutes , we saw this dental clinic and my mom said , since you're not getting braces for your bones , why don't you wear braces for your teeth ? I was like , wth -.-" I don't kinda like wearing any kind of braces . It looks troublesome . Luckily , i managed to steer my half-crazy mom away from the whole braces idea . ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haisshh , i better go and rest now , this headache is killing me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Could you be my superman ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-4183501758222869158?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4183501758222869158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4183501758222869158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4183501758222869158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen ; You&apos;re the best thing that should&apos;ve been mine'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TQYInBSdrXI/AAAAAAAAACA/w1KfcOwM4Us/s72-c/SleepAway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-4508113919050342160</id><published>2010-12-13T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:42:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen ; And you make me complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Broken hearts are never mended. That's what I thought until I fell in love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Day 10: One Quote That Describes Your Life Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Just look at me and you will see someone beyond her wildest dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;We were supposed to make the perfect crime. You steal my heart and I steal yours. But you cheated, you kept yours and murdered mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-4508113919050342160?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4508113919050342160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4508113919050342160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4508113919050342160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen ; And you make me complete'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-5513351981597363382</id><published>2010-11-19T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:42:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen ; If we were a movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;You'll be the right guy and I'll be the best friend you'll fall in love with in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Day 9: Two Movies You Absolutely Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;1. A walk to remember&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;2. The last song &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Will there really be a happy ending ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-5513351981597363382?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5513351981597363382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5513351981597363382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5513351981597363382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen ; If we were a movie'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-61874049901410668</id><published>2010-11-18T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:42:46.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourteen ; Wishing that time machine was true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;I miss those uncomplicated days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Whhoosshhh ! Went back to my primary school again ! FunFunFun ! I watched their achievement ceremony . I still remember the last time I went up the stage to collect my trophies . The nostalgia ~ So after that , me and SoulSis watched our juniors dancing . Whoa . They were so good . A new generation of dancers . Then after that I went with SoulSis and Nikolai to BubbleTea shop . :) Whoa . Dunno when was the last time I ate there . Another burst of nostalgia ~ Whoooo . Then went to the playground . I still remember that was the place we used to hang out after dance practice . ~Memories~ I miss those old days . When everything was so simple . When I didn't have a care in this world . When the only thing that hurts is a scraped knee . When nothing is complicated .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;After that we still didn't want to go home so we called Cj to meet us . We hang out . Gossiped . Talked about Who Stead With Who . And had so much fun . Imitating those bitches and flirts from my primary school . Talking about GUYS . ._. Then when it was 5.30 , we walked home . Suddenly , the conversation shifted to my ex-crush . Nikolai said he stead with a from my primary school . I was like , BADTRIP . Then suddenly I wanted to shout for some reason unknown . Then I was sooooo hyper and then Cj said , I was affected by my ex-crush's stead . Then I deny deny deny . I keep repeating to myself , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'm not affected . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'm not sure whether I'm really not affected . Maybe I am , maybe I'm not . But who cares ? There's nothing I can do about it anw . So yeah , MOVING ON . I reached home then I was scolded - by who else ? The 'queen' . I learned how to shut them out . Sing a song in your head and just keep saying sorry to her . -.-" And , anw , I want to say this one last time . I'M NOT AFFECTED . No , I'm not . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;'And as you lean and kiss her on the head. I felt so alive and so dead.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-61874049901410668?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/61874049901410668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/fourteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/61874049901410668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/61874049901410668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/fourteen.html' title='Fourteen ; Wishing that time machine was true'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-863007202988268786</id><published>2010-11-18T21:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:48:29.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen ; Falling harder everytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Wish I was her and you were mine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgllbf1xEI/AAAAAAAAACk/gfdFOx-IQFI/s1600/The+only+word+that+came+out+was+..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgllbf1xEI/AAAAAAAAACk/gfdFOx-IQFI/s320/The+only+word+that+came+out+was+..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Day 8 : Three Favourite Cartoon Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;1. Minnie Mouse =&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;2. Hello Kitty :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;3. Pikachu =]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-863007202988268786?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/863007202988268786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/863007202988268786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/863007202988268786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen ; Falling harder everytime'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgllbf1xEI/AAAAAAAAACk/gfdFOx-IQFI/s72-c/The+only+word+that+came+out+was+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-8840340941208411287</id><published>2010-11-17T14:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:45:56.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve ; That cool and calm demeanor of yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TONxQPynx7I/AAAAAAAAABY/NyHtIdJ_qpI/s1600/Don%2527t+know+what+to+do.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TONxQPynx7I/AAAAAAAAABY/NyHtIdJ_qpI/s320/Don%2527t+know+what+to+do.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Seriously . ._. Boredom .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TONxSAik79I/AAAAAAAAABc/TQ_uefpWT8I/s1600/Book%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TONxSAik79I/AAAAAAAAABc/TQ_uefpWT8I/s320/Book%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Speaking of which , I'm craving for some books . Oh shit . Today is a holiday . The library's closed . -.-"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TONxMw4_pzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QJCUgygYnBQ/s1600/You+don%2527t+need+me+.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TONxMw4_pzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QJCUgygYnBQ/s320/You+don%2527t+need+me+.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah . You don't need me anymore . &amp;nbsp;So you don't know me anymore .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Ugh . Holiday = Boring . All I do is band , chores and more chores . ._. I've never done any of the homeworks given . -.-" Don't even want to think of it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'd rather have school than stay at home get ranted at by my parents every single minute . They think that they are freaking perfect . Always scold here scold there . Pissed off nya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Anw , I'M EXCITED ! Next wednesday , we're gonna go to genting ! Bwahahaha ! Finally , a simple HOLIDAY ! Enjoy myself and gonna forget my problems for a while .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Anw , I just found out my groupings for the council camp . My occupation is a LIFEGUARD ! Whattheheck ? So , what am I supposed to bring ? Life vest ? LOLS . And yeah , my groupmates . SO GOOD ! I'm happy with the ppl in my group so no complaints there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;So yeah , today is Hari Raya Haji so mostly there's CHAOS at home . Everybody is at home like my freak brother . Cccchhaaaoosss ! But that's kinda good cos my mom's cooking spaghetti ! I can smell it now . Yummm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I'm writing in pen and can't erase my mistakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-8840340941208411287?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8840340941208411287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/8840340941208411287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/8840340941208411287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/twelve.html' title='Twelve ; That cool and calm demeanor of yours'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TONxQPynx7I/AAAAAAAAABY/NyHtIdJ_qpI/s72-c/Don%2527t+know+what+to+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-2610825297186544087</id><published>2010-11-17T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:46:20.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven ; I think of you every now and then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;People get tired too , yknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 7: Four Songs That Describe Your Life Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;1. HOLIDAY - BoysLikeGirls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;2. I DON'T WANNA MISS A THING - Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;3. A PLACE IN THIS WORLD - TaylorSwift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;4. THOUSAND MILES - VanessaCarlton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;P.S. I know this is very late . Forgive me , blame the busy schedule . ;) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-2610825297186544087?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2610825297186544087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/2610825297186544087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/2610825297186544087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/eleven.html' title='Eleven ; I think of you every now and then'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-7761353776179074874</id><published>2010-11-10T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:46:55.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten ; I miss your sweet smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Maybe this is wishful thinking. Or probably mindless dreaming. But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Day 6: Five Things You Can Eat Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. CHOCOLATES ! ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Fried chicken !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Pizza !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Coffee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Ice Cream !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I'd go back in time to change it but i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-7761353776179074874?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7761353776179074874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/7761353776179074874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/7761353776179074874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/ten.html' title='Ten ; I miss your sweet smile'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-5091804196883575835</id><published>2010-11-09T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:48:07.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine ; Got lost in your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;What if one day I didn't take the initiative , would we even have a conversation that day ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgi5t6yYfI/AAAAAAAAACg/wTvaXFuQ0BQ/s1600/All+i+can+do+is+hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgi5t6yYfI/AAAAAAAAACg/wTvaXFuQ0BQ/s640/All+i+can+do+is+hope.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Day 5 : Six Of Your Favourite Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;1. Be careful what you wish for - Alexandra Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;2. L.A. candy , Sweet Little Lies and Sugar and Spice - Lauren Conrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;3. Twilight saga - Stephanie Mayer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;4. Handle with care - Jodi Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Dark secrets 1 and 2 - Elizabeth Chandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;6. Dear John - Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is him .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-5091804196883575835?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5091804196883575835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5091804196883575835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/5091804196883575835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/nine.html' title='Nine ; Got lost in your eyes'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgi5t6yYfI/AAAAAAAAACg/wTvaXFuQ0BQ/s72-c/All+i+can+do+is+hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-7614273541310188710</id><published>2010-11-08T13:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:51:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight ; I thought someday I'd get over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I knew you were out of my reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Day 4:&amp;nbsp; Seven People Who Inspire You, and Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;1. My parents . Very supportive .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;2. My primary 6 teacher, Mdm. Kuek . She teaches from the heart . She stayed back until 6 for a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;weeks just to help us prepare for PSLE . ♥ She thinks a lot about her students .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;3. Taylor Swift . Talented and not afraid to 'sing' what's on her mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;4. Dance teacher , Miss Carol . Expresses herself in dancing and doesn't give up on anything .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;5. Maurice Gail Iran Santos ! Yes , her . No matter how hard life is , she just go on with it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;6. Sancia Seah Sheen Ee . She keeps to herself in terms of whether she like this person or not . She doesn't go around gossiping . And yeah , she works hard .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;7. Myself ! I inspire myself . DUH ! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Learn to dance in the rain .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-7614273541310188710?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7614273541310188710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/7614273541310188710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/7614273541310188710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/eight.html' title='Eight ; I thought someday I&apos;d get over you'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-4640674889521841042</id><published>2010-11-06T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:54:00.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven ; Twinkle in your eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;I hope that even for a while , I crossed your mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgMnaDBbfI/AAAAAAAAACc/rx4dSzGU2z0/s1600/You+appear+just+like+a+dream+to+me+.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgMnaDBbfI/AAAAAAAAACc/rx4dSzGU2z0/s400/You+appear+just+like+a+dream+to+me+.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 3: Eight Places You Wanna Visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;1. Paris ! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;2. Venice , Italy . Romantic bahh .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;3. Egypt ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;4. Japan ! ♥ Anime world !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;5. Korea ! K-poppers world !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;6. UK . ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;7. Recording studios .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;8. Chocolate factory ! ♥♥♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-4640674889521841042?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4640674889521841042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4640674889521841042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4640674889521841042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/seven.html' title='Seven ; Twinkle in your eye'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgMnaDBbfI/AAAAAAAAACc/rx4dSzGU2z0/s72-c/You+appear+just+like+a+dream+to+me+.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-9003784312943933018</id><published>2010-11-06T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:55:30.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six ; Falling stupid for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Really , you are everything to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUVav4ho8qI/AAAAAAAAACM/gNIJgaxbVOE/s1600/Behind+every+smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUVav4ho8qI/AAAAAAAAACM/gNIJgaxbVOE/s400/Behind+every+smile.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Day 2 : Nine Things I Cant Live Without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;1. Handphone! Sms all the time , esp when boredom strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;2. Laptop! Of course , I need it to blog-facebook-twitter-plurk-tumblr .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;3. Air, food and necessities. DUH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;4. Music . I mean , LITERALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;5. Alarm clock . Without it , I would never wake up at all . -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;6. Money money money . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;7. Books ! Totally need it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;8. Love . All we need is love . ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;9. Chocolates ! Yuummmm yuuummmm ! ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you ever think of me ? I think of you all the time .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-9003784312943933018?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/9003784312943933018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/9003784312943933018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/9003784312943933018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/six.html' title='Six ; Falling stupid for you'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUVav4ho8qI/AAAAAAAAACM/gNIJgaxbVOE/s72-c/Behind+every+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-521056792918343387</id><published>2010-11-04T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:05:11.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five ; Head first . Fearless .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Keep smiling . Don't frown . Your smile gives me courage .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUVYodzQTQI/AAAAAAAAACI/mhyeYvWabfA/s1600/Falling+sleep+in+class.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUVYodzQTQI/AAAAAAAAACI/mhyeYvWabfA/s400/Falling+sleep+in+class.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Day 1: Ten Things You Wanted/Want To Be When You're Older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;1: Wanted : &amp;nbsp;Chef . I like cooking . But I didn't want to always be near the fire (stove) . So the dream was BOOMZ BOOMZ and GONE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;2: Wanted : Cashier . I was fascinated by money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;$$$ But being a cashier is too ... easy . (More challenging please ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;3: Wanted : Fashion designer . There was this phase in my childhood when I liked dolls and dressing them up was fun . Thus , the fashion designer dream !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;4: Wanted : Model . This was after the fashion designer dream . But I realised I need to always be slim, watch what I eat and eat less sugary fod (CHOCOLATES!) so it was also BOOMZ BOOMZ GONE .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;5: Wanted : &amp;nbsp;Writer . I love reading books and I wanted to someday publish my books . But I didn't got sick of making stories . Blame composition for that . So , I gave up on that dream .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;6 . Wanted : Doctor . I want to help and cure people . But I don't want to conduct surgeries , eew , so I said Goodbye to this dream too .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;7. Wanted : Teacher . I want to teach ! But from experience , knowing how much students hate their teacher and that teachers don't have holiday spirit , I didn't want to end up like those poor teachers .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;8. Want : Accountant . Money , baybeh ! $$$ . Its a higher position than a cashier but still works with money . I know , MONEYFACE me . :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;9. Want : Singer/Actress . I know , I suck at both singing and acting . But who cares ? A girl can dream . :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;10. Want : Business Manager . Very professional ! And I want to work in an office or with a client .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Having so much to say . Watching you walk away .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-521056792918343387?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/521056792918343387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/521056792918343387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/521056792918343387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/five.html' title='Five ; Head first . Fearless .'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUVYodzQTQI/AAAAAAAAACI/mhyeYvWabfA/s72-c/Falling+sleep+in+class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-1534645395923981819</id><published>2010-11-04T17:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:39:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four ; Not gonna let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I kept wishing for things to change but when they did , I wished they didn't change .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgMXPGAMRI/AAAAAAAAACY/ih7rU4bz3S0/s1600/We+will+be+a+dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgMXPGAMRI/AAAAAAAAACY/ih7rU4bz3S0/s640/We+will+be+a+dream.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;10 day challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 1: Ten Things You Wanted/Want To Be When You’re Older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 2: Nine Things You Can’t Live Without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 3: Eight Places You Want To Visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 4: Seven People Who Inspire You, and Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 5: Six of Your Favorite Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 6: Five Things You Can Eat Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 7: Four Songs That Describe Your Life Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 8: Three favorite Cartoon Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 9: Two Movies You Absolutely Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Day 10: One Quote That Describes Your Life Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wish me luck ! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Those little things you said and did matters a lot to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-1534645395923981819?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1534645395923981819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1534645395923981819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1534645395923981819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/four.html' title='Four ; Not gonna let you go'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgMXPGAMRI/AAAAAAAAACY/ih7rU4bz3S0/s72-c/We+will+be+a+dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-4166624057816602674</id><published>2010-11-04T17:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:36:37.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three ; Waiting for nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNJtDPwcD5I/AAAAAAAAABI/o3TTPVEsQ6o/s1600/your+turn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNJtDPwcD5I/AAAAAAAAABI/o3TTPVEsQ6o/s640/your+turn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm so tired. Every time I wait for you, you let me down. If I really deserve you, show some effort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNJtF3VPIVI/AAAAAAAAABM/twQM-LpO_Gw/s1600/Don%27t+make+me+wait.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNJtF3VPIVI/AAAAAAAAABM/twQM-LpO_Gw/s640/Don%27t+make+me+wait.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Don't take me for granted. I'm already tired of waiting. I've given my effort even if I know you don't even give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Tired of everything . Tired of nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Anw , I just realised that I still haven't done my homeworks . HAAIIYYYOOO . -.- Loads and loads of homework ! Teachers . Haizz . So pitiful . They dont have any holiday spirit . What's worse , even students are affected from their lack of fun . &amp;nbsp;Whattheheck . So yeah , I still have to do heaps of homework , on top of the heaps of chores and of course , heaps of band practices .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Speaking of which, I didn't get to go for band today . And I'm not complaining . In fact , I'm celebrating ! Anw , I didn't get to go cos this morning when I woke up at 7.45 , I read an sms sent by my band SL that we have to fall in at 7.45 . I saw that they sent that at 5++ that morning . So yeah , I decided not to go for band .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Anw , today was kinda normal . Twitter-Blog-Facebook-Plurk-Tumblr . Then HE smsed . I just didn't reply . Heartless , ain't I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; But , I already told him that I don't like him . But the way he smsed , he still act like everything is just perfect . My message to HIM : Get over it . It ain't gonna work out . Cos I really have no feelings for you . Get it ? ZERO .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Anw , I'm feeling like I want to do some kind of challenge to spice things up . I wonder what . Hmmm .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many things I wanted to tell you . But every time I see you , I become speechless .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-4166624057816602674?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4166624057816602674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4166624057816602674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/4166624057816602674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/three.html' title='Three ; Waiting for nothing'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNJtDPwcD5I/AAAAAAAAABI/o3TTPVEsQ6o/s72-c/your+turn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-1829934825280391365</id><published>2010-11-03T14:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:36:03.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two ; And I never stopped loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;onfession time : There was never another you .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgK2qdWEdI/AAAAAAAAACU/GECz3XBbfuo/s1600/The+world+is+too+much+for+us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgK2qdWEdI/AAAAAAAAACU/GECz3XBbfuo/s640/The+world+is+too+much+for+us.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Last night , at 10 plus .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Him: Just take the chance .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Me: *pissed off* Okok . I'll take the chance . So now what will happen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Him: We're going steady .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Me: WTF ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;And just like that, my first 'unofficial' relationship started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Before I went to sleep : HIM ;; Good night , sweet dreams , I'll try not to miss you much .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;This morning : HIM ;; Good morning to my one of a kind diamond .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Eeeewwwww !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Yeah, I know, I should be happy and flattered . But somehow, I wasn't . I mean if some other guy , who I liked , said that to me , I know I would jump up and down and out of this universe . But maybe I don't really like him .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;So , I went to call maurice and jeanne and they both said that its obvious that I dont really like the guy and that I should end that relationship . I would be happy if I end this 'one-sided relationship.' But I really didn't know how . So , I smsed JingYee and Sancia . So , they gave me advice and I finally told HIM to break up . Actually , it went something like this , "Erm , I really am sure tt I handle this relationship . And I think I like you more as a friend not a lover . So yeah , I think we should just stay friends , okay ? Anw, what I mean is , let's break up . " And , I dont care what he said aft that . I guess I just wanted a clean break . So , I dont think I'm gonna talk to him for a while so that he will forget me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;And just like that, my first 'unofficial' relationship ended .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Anw , everybody says that its not even counted as a relationship cos I don't have feeling for HIM . And it ended very fast . Less than 12 hours. So yeah &amp;nbsp;, I STILL HAVE MY 'FIRST BF' STATUS WITH ME ! Hahahah ! I'm still NBSB member ! (NoBoyfriendSinceBirth!) And anyway , the break-up didn't hurt at all (another point that shows that I have no feelings for him) For break-ups , tears will be shed , but for me I was like , 'YEES! WE BROKE UP!' Hahahah ! RELIEF ! Ohh , I'm single ! Now , I realise how good it is to be SINGLE ! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And I thought time could heal everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-1829934825280391365?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1829934825280391365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1829934825280391365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/1829934825280391365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/two.html' title='Two ; And I never stopped loving you'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TUgK2qdWEdI/AAAAAAAAACU/GECz3XBbfuo/s72-c/The+world+is+too+much+for+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2918770069736445458.post-7126593634324040018</id><published>2010-11-03T06:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:39:18.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One ; I never expected this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNCTuKDubtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a2Rr7-1QkVk/s1600/LoveIsForever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNCTuKDubtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a2Rr7-1QkVk/s640/LoveIsForever.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If 'forever' is really true , I'd like to spend it with you .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNCUABXPutI/AAAAAAAAABA/UhWVWISeHYU/s1600/Someone%27sBraveEnough.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNCUABXPutI/AAAAAAAAABA/UhWVWISeHYU/s640/Someone%27sBraveEnough.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Keep me safe in your arms .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNCUPbG51SI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mx_M6sTmySQ/s1600/OneLifeToLive.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNCUPbG51SI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mx_M6sTmySQ/s640/OneLifeToLive.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2918770069736445458-7126593634324040018?l=imperfection-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7126593634324040018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/7126593634324040018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2918770069736445458/posts/default/7126593634324040018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfection-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/one.html' title='One ; I never expected this'/><author><name>Pauraaah∞</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ufZTrkWcO8/T0-fpshxfaI/AAAAAAAAASI/EiOcWwT7uQg/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IcYN_6TtuU/TNCTuKDubtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a2Rr7-1QkVk/s72-c/LoveIsForever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
