<?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-4368015907136647811</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:18:59.549-08:00</updated><category term='u'/><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE SPEAKS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4137105834912316367</id><published>2009-07-17T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:49:56.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Knock out,she's the awesomest deskmate who deals with my vanity every single day.Thank you for being there and puttin up with me.Thank you for the support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And God sent two angels to me,and one of them was you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jenny makes my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY,NEW GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4137105834912316367?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4137105834912316367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4137105834912316367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4137105834912316367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4137105834912316367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-599425517179204690</id><published>2009-06-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:02:52.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday girl and her sad bashes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah just like my previous post,I should be happy for whatever reason it is for because it is my:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But then I feel like I'm so depressed.Hard to believe,yes.But last night when it was 10pm,when my aunty came along and she gave me the biggest hug imagined and squezzed a hundred dollar note into my palm.And I refuted that.I don't want money,I want love.I want to be able to put the love God blessed me with to use and share it with one person.That one person I care about.But with my sincere thank you's,I backed out and went back to my room and threw that money on my bed.Money's not going to get me anywhere.I just wanted a heart to hold.To call it mine.So I hang around witha smile on my face.Yes I was happy,I wondered what surprises I'd get.All perked up to turn sixteen(This is when I cry out loud and tell you people I will get my driver's license sooner!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So I bring my iPod to my room,and that when I got real emo.I don't know why,so punch me.Its not my fault.I am a fragile soul,nothing you can do about it.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So I continued the normal routine,I was in the midst of my third season of 'How I met your mother'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;By the way did you know BARNEY actually,finally had sex with ROBIN??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So I watched two episodes in a row and I was tempted enough to press play for the third one but I was too tired.I watched the clock tick and I waited.I had messages poured in.Not exactly poured but what the hell.So its Jia Kai who sends a really nice birthday message and then Calvin with'Happy Birthday lil sista'.Seriously that boy has been messing around with Jay-Z's in KL.But I didnt get that one important call.That one who would have possibly stopped the tears.But I dont know why so I cried.12am-that was the first cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I drifted of to sleep,The hot tears that burnt evaporated and I felt horrified.I dreamt last night,a very confusing one.I was searching for someone,something somewhere.Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And thats when I woke up,2am.And I cried again and moaned back to sleep.What was birthday anyway.Nothing.Not a speck of dust.Like it had no meaning.I wanted to force a fist on my face.Why cry when you turn sixteen?Why cry when you know if you live in America,you'd get a car now?[&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay.Maybe thats not the point]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it still made no sense.Why cry when you're going to have a great party?Why cry when your mother actually came in shortly before 12am and kissed you Happy Birthday?Why cry when you know you have a great elder brother who was the first one to call you and wish you?Why the sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;School was fun yes.Thank you,science two.You made my day,but sorry to say it wasn't whole.To my deskmate Jenny,who never fails to be there and she heard it out.And I guess she's right,I am expecting too much.The world is never mine to own.Amd why the hell come back home and cry again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know why I cried.I know why I forced those tears out and why I never gave them a chance to stop.They wanted to.But I can't say it out here.Not here.Never.Cause they won't plaster their mouths and seal it.Then they'll be a new influenza.Screw H1N1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone close down the schools in Ipoh too.People here have immune systems as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See my problem?I'm still joking but thats all for now.Thanks for the eyes,they read my miserable day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-599425517179204690?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/599425517179204690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=599425517179204690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/599425517179204690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/599425517179204690'/><link 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just dont feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-896255210549398456?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/896255210549398456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=896255210549398456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/896255210549398456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/896255210549398456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/heh.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-9025435198786165025?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9025435198786165025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=9025435198786165025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/9025435198786165025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/9025435198786165025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays(:'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SjzVvLztRCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pQl4RF0y00U/s72-c/Image174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4504075450135284210</id><published>2009-06-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:11:01.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So I have left the city of Ipoh and made it down to Singapore.All on one long journey with grandma by my side.I promised not to sleep and I did.Doesn't count on the whole I want to love this journey crap does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm crying out loud in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4504075450135284210?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4504075450135284210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4504075450135284210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/Shp2fdiJm1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aCehVVPwJtQ/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339710591077030738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/Shp2fdiJm1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aCehVVPwJtQ/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          ( I promised Calvin,I'd put his picture out-Am I not the best cousin ever??-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; admit,it has been a pretty long time since I've blogged.Time I did something worthwhile-than studying.I think my last post was when the LAST exam ended-according to Ms Bianca Mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So after todays bickering about me not updating my blog,I decided to do something.(I want Eunice and Bianca to start jumping now !)-Heh-Yes,back to me,exams this time were okay.Lets make it sound easy.It was hell.I wish I studied more.But I studied my hardest.If it doesn't work out,guess I have to study harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;[Kononnya,I'm trying to talk positive]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I promise,to be a better blogger and blog more (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I hope !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SOMEONE MAKE ME SMILEY ! ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-1875830236444810643?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1875830236444810643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=1875830236444810643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/1875830236444810643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZJEBHlVQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_BiprUzwcg0/s1600-h/bbd53ffc498cc562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338534741662848258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZJEBHlVQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_BiprUzwcg0/s320/bbd53ffc498cc562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZItE1LtPI/AAAAAAAAADs/lAj3I4Ppwjk/s1600-h/51de1299a3443370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338534347522422002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZItE1LtPI/AAAAAAAAADs/lAj3I4Ppwjk/s320/51de1299a3443370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZIoXcVJLI/AAAAAAAAADk/G4GlxrpFLGI/s1600-h/539f2b72636b935c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338534266619110578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZIoXcVJLI/AAAAAAAAADk/G4GlxrpFLGI/s320/539f2b72636b935c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZIPOxmGPI/AAAAAAAAADc/rMrIk_A2NzI/s1600-h/5fb20ca36e7fd698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338533834795653362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZIPOxmGPI/AAAAAAAAADc/rMrIk_A2NzI/s320/5fb20ca36e7fd698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZHEsF2QZI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ph0XjDPgKFM/s1600-h/7ae9575102853efc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338532554175037842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZHEsF2QZI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ph0XjDPgKFM/s320/7ae9575102853efc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                                      I TOLD YOU HE WOULD WIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                       K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; snagged it from Lambert,baby !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-8711207253385535758?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8711207253385535758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=8711207253385535758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8711207253385535758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8711207253385535758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-told-you-he-would-win.html' title=''/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZJb_-OjtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GEkGL7lx5t0/s72-c/e363d316dafdbffc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-5978706745283235180</id><published>2009-03-14T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:59:21.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are finally over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gah.Yes my exams are finally over.No more caffeine.I actually hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Before I continue.Needa say something to Miss Bianca Mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I promised to write about you on my blog and here goes.Oh for screaming out loud,its only 10 cents.You dont need to pay back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really go &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANANAS &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for Kris Allen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And Fiona,he doesn't look like Brad Pitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So sorry your Adam Lambert cried.He's so very emotional isn't he now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Back to where I was,the exams were uhmm..I have no words to describe it.It just gets on my nerves when things that I memorise and thoroughly ready through dont come out.I mean what the hell.Ishh.And out Physics teacher,the one with the 'sexy' voice didn't teach us Inertia and the whole form blanked out.Physics was the worst.Malay was ok.English was so freaking easy.History was ok.Moral was maddening.Chemistry and Bio was fun.Add math and Math was okay.I dont know how I'm gonna survive.But I will.Oh yeah,I'm confused with accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was so filled up with facts that when I went to church for a dance rehearsal.I kept saying debit and credits when I danced.And my friends were like 'Oh she's taking accounts'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I need to get out and I'm so free I dont know what to do.Ish.*yawns*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was a long day for me.Its gonna be longer tomorrow.In love with 'Vulnerable' by Secondhand Serenade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gah.Sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-5978706745283235180?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5978706745283235180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=5978706745283235180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/5978706745283235180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/5978706745283235180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/exams-are-finally-over.html' title='Exams are finally over.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-7988299464858024054</id><published>2009-02-27T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:12:40.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 50 posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE DRILLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes,I'm hating those annoying fire drills.One thing though,if my school burns down,I'd be the genius who's bring her things along.Yes,even my add maths book.What with the teachers and their hate for bringing your belongings when the school burns down.Its IMPORTANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha,anyway.yeah we had to do this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE DRILL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWICE.Cause Mrs Lee wasnt happy with the first one.I think she wanted us to panic and start screaming and running and pulling each others skirts and hair.I guess Mrs Lee wanted us to do that.Oh well.My English teacher was pretty pissed with it.You should see her face.She was so effing frustrated.Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BIOLOGY WAS NOT VERY FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cause me and Fiona's little experiments didnt work.We had to do like two experiments before trying the third time which was almost a failure.And then one of our very inconsiderate classmates stole Rena's retort stand.Talk about major piss off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally our experiment did work.But we had no time to finish it so we ha dto throw everythign away and I wasn't really myself yesterday.Gah.Hopefully,our experiments will work the next time.Dont know whether the teacher will be nice enough to let us try again.Ha.She doesnt care anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes,I still hate my freaking bio teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*You can sue me all you want dear 'QUEEN' of bio.But I have 41 other students backing me up on this.Ha.You can kiss yoruself goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radha just came on.Needa talk to my cousin sister for a while.Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-7988299464858024054?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7988299464858024054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=7988299464858024054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/7988299464858024054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SZvLh1C3_3I/AAAAAAAAACY/hOIhke-c8oI/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304056768194150258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SZvLh1C3_3I/AAAAAAAAACY/hOIhke-c8oI/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strength  :Treats others the way she wants to be treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emotional  :She's a charmer.Men adore her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Physical  :Can do almost anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meaning of her name  :Sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Character  :Very thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't even try to rethink.Gosh.Its true what they say about me.Haha.Oh well,thanks Grandma!I'm so proud of myself.I think I'm the nicest person on earth.Haha.And yes I am,just so you know.Although I'm trying to figure out what they meant by saying that men adore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LET ME KNOW.HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4639326802054176847?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4639326802054176847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4639326802054176847' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-2008482850480259027</id><published>2009-02-18T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:46:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SO LOVE CHOCOLATES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I oh so love chocolates.Their so good to me.They treat me right.They shower me with happiness.They make me feel so wanted.They love me cause I look like chocolate too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ok.WTF.I love talking about chocolates right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolates are good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolates are nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolates are not food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sometimes shaped in a dice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolates can be fresh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolates can be rotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chocolates need cash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Or they'll be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Err&lt;em&gt;.Okay.I was a bit nuts for a while there.I need chocolates.They are my DRUGS.Who need heroin or marijuana when you have chocolates.So smokers,dont smoke.Just eat chocolates.Ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-2008482850480259027?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2008482850480259027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=2008482850480259027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2008482850480259027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2008482850480259027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-so-love-chocolates.html' title='I SO LOVE CHOCOLATES.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-942327328599644192</id><published>2009-02-16T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:39:45.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                    I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN'T &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;KEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; HANDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I DONT LIKE THE WAY GOD ARRANGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;                                     THE CONTINENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;                                     THINKING OF YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;                                                       &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-942327328599644192?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/942327328599644192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=942327328599644192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/942327328599644192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/942327328599644192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-babe.html' title='For a babe.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-8723230857397098156</id><published>2009-02-16T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:34:25.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS NOT COOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY HEADER SAYS IT ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I was sick today.It never leaves me.I suck in my accounts but I'm starting tuition this Sunday.Oh well.That means I'll have to carry my church stuff all the way to tuition in Judy's house.Oh wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How is that a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So Evon didnt let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And she kept looking for me in class the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'I NEED YOU BRENDA!WHERE ARE YOU?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haha.And I was right there lying down on the table hoping she wouldnt see.But she spotted me.And I'm doomed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For Civics,the subject that civilised people study to be civilised even more.Haha.I am playing a part of a guy hitting on my secretary in the office and I caught my wife with her ex-boyfriend from high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeah,so guessed it.The story line was from me.At biology,it wasn't out turn to present the active transport part for plasmas membranes.I didn tread much of it.I have to.I will.Yes you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Haha.My parents are secretly looking for houses.They just went out to see the showhouse.Oh well.I'd rather not be inquisitive.But curiousity kills the cat.My history presentation was interesting today.The teacher taught it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cashvin made it to live shows on television.Silently screams (I VOTED FOR HIS BAND A HUNDRED TIMES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;WHERE'S MY OREOCHEESE CAKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No.I cant seem to eat anyway.Probably when I get down to Singapore my hunger pangs will come back again.Good ol' grandma will be here tomorrow morning.Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Although its a bit depressing to hear that one of my cousin brothers,Eddie(havent met him) died in a car accident.And I couldnt even make it to the funeral.I dont really wanna talk about it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thats all for now.I have Add Math class tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND I SUPER LOVE ADD MATH LIKE CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes,I know what your thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(This girl is nuts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blah.Bye then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-8723230857397098156?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8723230857397098156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=8723230857397098156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES JUDY MARIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Dedicated to the bestest friend ever.Wurve you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-2268040430299924223?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2268040430299924223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=2268040430299924223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2268040430299924223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2268040430299924223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4863622236961591078</id><published>2009-02-13T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:53:02.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SZZxDh3BGMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qENiSdHPkq4/s1600-h/14taylor_lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302549916718012610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SZZxDh3BGMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qENiSdHPkq4/s320/14taylor_lautner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HE IS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO EFFING GORGEOUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;CALVIN AND LAURELLE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For your information,I DO NOT have a time machine so it could take us back to our Christmas late nights.Talking and playing the Irish Drinking song,playing pranks on our siblings.Locking them out the door and mimicking cartoon characters.No more yelling who gets the PSP and handphones.Or Mommy's iPhone.No more Ferrero Rochers and Turkish Delights.No more Uncle Tony's Santa Claus of gifts.No more yelling 'YISHBEE!'.And no more drawing on Bianca's face.No more sipping rum,making faces or hunting down people on Friendster.No more of Calvin driving and assuming he is gonna kill us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No more spoiling Cashvin's sleep.No more talking about our crazy parents.No more throwing pillows at each other.No more Famous Amos on my clean bedroom floor.No more fighting for who loves Betsy most,no more taking credit for everything,no more putting unknown people's names in Brenda's handphone.No more trying to check Brenda's messages.No more hitting guitars on each other.No more destroying the Christmas tree.No more talking about our grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No more kicking clothes around.No more heavily sugared cakes which extra icing sugars.No more guitaring and singing late at night.No more gossiping about our friends.No more saying 'We missed watching Titanic'.No more flying storybooks.No more reading Brenda's twilight collection in the bathroom.No more saying 'I found two Ferrero Rochers on Brenda's Lancome Paris perfume'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;No more pulling Brenda's,Cashvin's,Calvin's or Radha's hair except Bianca and Rekha.No more late night Tv and figuring out how to play Wi-Fi's.No more crazy jokes.No more hiding Calvin's iTrip.No more checking Calvin's messages.No more pulling shorts.No more pouring pond water on Bianca.No more stuffing newspapers into Bianca's christmas presents.No more screaming kids.No more ice-cream when its cold.No more sad poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;No more 'Arsenal is going to win!Goal!'.No more playing with Mommy's iPhone.No more 'Results,Brenda,results!'.No more of Brenda banging her head.No more bruising Brenda.No more anniversary cakes and surprises.No more eating in cafes.No more talking about Edward Cullen.No more of Bryan acting holy.No more 'OMG!I LOVE YOUR SHOES!'.No more Damien Rice and Elton John stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No more straightening hair.No more pulling Cashvin's hair.No more saying Calvin and Cashvin look like girls.No more 'The day the earth stood still is the lamest movie I've seen'.No more pranking.No more late night theatre.No more 'Why doesnt freaking Malaysia have salted popcorn'.No more Prosperity Burgers.No more kicking chairs in midnight mass.No more giggling.No more looking at idiots who look at us.No more noisy high heels.No more snoring.No more making fun of gay people.No more bad words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No more kicking each others arses.No more spitting.No more talking to dogs or fishes.No more punching teddy bears.No more flying helicopters.No more looking into people's Msn.No more drinking beer or shandy or any alchoholic substance.No more playing with car engines.No more destroying Brenda's piano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I do miss you loverly people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4863622236961591078?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4863622236961591078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4863622236961591078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4863622236961591078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4863622236961591078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/ha.html' title='Ha.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SZZxDh3BGMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qENiSdHPkq4/s72-c/14taylor_lautner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-6470947759535425507</id><published>2009-02-13T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:05:49.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sebastians are the greatest.Sighs.I miss you guys.</title><content type='html'>When I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to admire you,&lt;br /&gt;When I admired you,&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I'd like you,&lt;br /&gt;When I liked you,&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to love you,&lt;br /&gt;Now that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to lose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURELLE RADHA IS FOLLOWING THE FOOTSTEPS OF HER ELDER SISTER.(YES THATS ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We are great writes arent we now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Valentines,my darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lots of love from your ever greatest adviser\cousin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Brenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes the Sebastians rule baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Laurelle says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha...big sis? nah..rather more of a gud true bstie&lt;br /&gt;the seBESTIEans rule da world of the bests ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda:&lt;br /&gt;Like hell yes.I miss our Christmas reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-6470947759535425507?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-2221587847938996343</id><published>2009-02-13T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:54:08.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm trying not to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;but I can't help but to realize its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;VALENTINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I don't know why I feel depressed.Its weird.Just heard some things thats not very comfortable to hear and I only feel like saying it out to a few people I trust.But I feel a little distant cause they are busy I guess.But know if its important for them to stay busy,they should you know.I'm never the kind who stop my loved ones from doing what they need to do.Being at home isnt all that interesting.Cause my Valentine would be the textbooks and pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wrote this very angry poem yesterday.Mind you,some of my poems never rhyme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You said you'll be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How would I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you went to see her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'd rather let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not here to play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But my heart is stuck on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm having such a bad day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wondering if  you'd ever be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In you eyes its guilt I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You say you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But how could you say that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you see my eyes rejecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I tried so hard to move away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I tries so hard to forget your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But some how you make me stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even if I run at fast pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But know that I'm so into you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This words are true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm afraid to lose you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the rose I wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;would never bloom anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-2221587847938996343?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2221587847938996343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=2221587847938996343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2221587847938996343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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breaks.Some were thinner than usual,some were developing an amount of kilos,some of them had their hair coloured and braided,each telling a beautiful story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella remained to play plain Jane,she was before the summer break,ever sos tunning witha  gorgeous body(leng lui).Her objective for the year was to complete graduation and serve in Dallas.Biology was running through her blood.When she was in Biology,entered through the scrumpy door was Edward Cullen,a stunning 'cheesecake' with green pupils telling a novel of mysteriousness about himself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom gave this to her students.Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-3204712264099882108?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-2324632831993188169</id><published>2009-02-13T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:32:23.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget about it ,Brenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorrow's Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dateless.Or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have to see the damned teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have to sit in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have to be sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have to think my mind out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have to write my poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have to try not to doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still love(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh well.Happy Valentine's to all love birds out there.Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I'm done here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;See the irony of it?I'm bragging again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shit.I have to stop.I know I make them jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well,I need to study.I keep saying this but I'm still here.I love this really sweet sweet song.Makes my heart melt.I need to choose a song that goes well with me.I gotta plan something.Maybe write my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-2324632831993188169?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2324632831993188169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=2324632831993188169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2324632831993188169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2324632831993188169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/forget-about-it-brenda.html' title='Forget about it ,Brenda'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-6177140869007189857</id><published>2009-02-13T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:36:57.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE HELP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes my BIO teacher is a pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And NO!I DID NOT UNDERSTAND A WORD SHE THOUGHT TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Except frown with Fiona and chant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Rena,you dumped us.She dumped us!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes mommy,I will try to concentrate but I'm getting sicker and sicker.I need to do well in my exam next month dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Study,Brenda,Study.Get your mind straight.I need to get out of this country soon.I dont wanna stay here.Lets get out of here,dear suitcases,jackets and sneakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I ADMIT,I'M A BIT HIGH NOW,I MISSED MY WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY GAME SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND I OH SO LOVE THAT BLOODY FUNNY COMEDIAN,RYAN STILES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GAH.WHY LORD WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School was a pain today.I couldnt pay attention because my nose was being an arse and my throat was getting dry no matter how much of Crysanthemum tea I drink,hell,its not gonna work!The girl next to me had to make it worse by sneezing and sneezing until I had to so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Hey,my nose is a teeny weeny bit sensitive,could you sneeze somewhere else?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ha.I tried my best to stay calm and then went our for recess.Ate my noodles,hardly could taste it anyway.Things were quiet until Bio class where all our nuisances became noticeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Sorry dear classmates,we were being so inconsiderate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hell,I think I prefer the book to talk to me than the teacher who takes a whole minute to tell me what a &lt;strong&gt;lignin is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yes teacher,I 'm wondering where your brains came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The student that hates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-6177140869007189857?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6177140869007189857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=6177140869007189857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6177140869007189857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6177140869007189857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone-help.html' title='SOMEONE HELP'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-8602468682178292231</id><published>2009-02-08T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:49:59.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;TOKIO HOTEL TOLD ME TOO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;'SCREAM!&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;UNTIL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; FEEL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;IT!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And then they said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I'll scream through the night for you,we'll make it through,don't jump'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;BRENDA IS LOST IN TRANSLATION-VERY LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-8602468682178292231?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8602468682178292231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=8602468682178292231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8602468682178292231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8602468682178292231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/tokio-hotel-told-me-too-scream-until.html' title=''/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-9053185527020039009</id><published>2009-02-08T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:45:13.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_exA6CEyI/AAAAAAAAABA/aHkQ6tod6nw/s1600-h/DSC05428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700220076725026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_exA6CEyI/AAAAAAAAABA/aHkQ6tod6nw/s320/DSC05428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          As long as she lives.She wont get away with it.No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_eS6fVjcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-zFOFujTdOk/s1600-h/DSC05387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300699702958067138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_eS6fVjcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-zFOFujTdOk/s320/DSC05387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryan gets his way too-all the time*smacks my ass*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_drID4R3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fnil7gSDjGQ/s1600-h/DSC05326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300699019406231410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_drID4R3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Fnil7gSDjGQ/s320/DSC05326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rohaan gets his way sometimes *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;No way.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let me tell you one thing.Heck I am not doing form 6.Nah ah.I am not doing freaking form 6.But I need to get away from National Service.I wanna get out of Malaysia soon.Someone kidnap me and take me awaaaaayyyyyyy.And then we can sing Enrique's 'Away'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damn his nasal voice.But damn he's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*SCREAMS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-9053185527020039009?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9053185527020039009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=9053185527020039009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/9053185527020039009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/9053185527020039009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-long-as-she-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_exA6CEyI/AAAAAAAAABA/aHkQ6tod6nw/s72-c/DSC05428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-2082493280710780131</id><published>2009-02-08T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:36:08.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_cpkL5JkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OizVN9AhBbc/s1600-h/DSC05460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697893084669506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_cpkL5JkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OizVN9AhBbc/s320/DSC05460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For screaming out loud,Yes I need to SCREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SCREAM MY LUNGS OUT.Oh gosh,why does life have to be so sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway,going out for PINK PANTHER today.Thats the whole reason I'm writing in pink.Haha.I need to finish up homeworks before I go,well I've done a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A FEW IS NOT ENOUGH!ITS NOT ENOUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bit pissed with a few things.Lets not name it in a public blog.Anyway,yes that is my babe the Ipod Classic,keeps me sane,keeps me singing,keeps my head from banging into walls.Yes it is the iPOD.Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&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/4368015907136647811-2082493280710780131?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2082493280710780131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=2082493280710780131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2082493280710780131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2082493280710780131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/SY_cpkL5JkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OizVN9AhBbc/s72-c/DSC05460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-8304432187243468677</id><published>2009-02-07T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:30:15.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love poem-For literature.</title><content type='html'>The moon floats above me,&lt;br /&gt;Among the millions of stars,&lt;br /&gt;I picked the brightest one,&lt;br /&gt;And there you were,&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m back home again,&lt;br /&gt;And my world is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so protected,&lt;br /&gt;When you gather me in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Because that’s where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are dark and stormy,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there with you through it all,&lt;br /&gt;I will reach out and take your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tried to find a road to believing,&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I’d meet you,&lt;br /&gt;He came along and tore my heart apart,&lt;br /&gt;Until you came along and fixed those pieces,&lt;br /&gt;I could suddenly dream again,&lt;br /&gt;Because now when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I know its real fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep my heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;When I know your heart is mine to love,&lt;br /&gt;The worlds may be against you,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m going to be there fighting with you,&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple hanging from the tree,&lt;br /&gt;You picked the ripest one for me,&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me understand,&lt;br /&gt;You made me listen,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the world was dead to me,&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m back again,&lt;br /&gt;Living my life the way I should be,&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;Because when I see you,I realize all my dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm crazy.HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-8304432187243468677?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8304432187243468677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=8304432187243468677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8304432187243468677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8304432187243468677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-love-poem-for-literature.html' title='My love poem-For literature.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-3348721701278114603</id><published>2009-02-06T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:14:55.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has been agessssssss since I've blogged.I didnt blog about Bali.I didnt blog about Christmas and also my PMR results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bali was AWESOME baby!But I think most of the stuff I bought there was clothes clothes clothes.My dad spent 1,432,000.60(in rupiah).Haha.On clothes alone.So yeah.Practically all Balinese people are Hindu-Buddhist.They have their bath with fishes,Yes I did say fishes.They are pretty friendly especially to Bryan cause he knows how to sing this Indonesian song called 'Samson Betawi' which sounds like 'Camcen Cecawi' WHEN he says it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christ mas was AWESOME-ER!!This time around we had my uncle from New York and Australia down.Martin and Tony.And Martin brought his kids.So my house was a circus when it clashed with the circuses in my house AKA Bianca,Bryan,Me,Calvin,Cashvin and Martins kids,Radha,Rekha,Rivya and Rohaan.And this time Christmas was rather high tech.My presents were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;From Martin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lancome Paris perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Two New York shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;From Tony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;New Nokia 6500 slide for a handphone*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;From Papa and Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;An Ipod Classic(YISHBEE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;From Chris and Angie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A lovely lovely shirt and the amount of love they give me(priceless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Judy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Super hawt notebooks I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And the rest is history.I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So that was christmas other than my mom getting a freaking iPhone!And most of the other cousins landed with a PSP.Wi-Fi games.GAMEKINGS.Oh god.Christmas was so so so so AWESOME.AWESOME.AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the pranks we played on Bianca.Damn.Late night talking.Although only Calvin and Radha made it through(haha).And got my hair screwed up in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Chilli Saloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; but I wasnt the only one that was pissed,so was Cal and Cash who have been growing their hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And they are not girls.Stop saying that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And yessssssss.My PMR results.On my results day trust me I was so so sleepy I ended up getting there an hour late.Considering I was promised a 1000 bucks from two uncles,I was keeping my hands crossed.I WASNT NERVOUS.Really I wasnt nervous at all.Dont know why.Even getting 6A'S and a B didnt matter but when I got there and checked my result.Hamsiah,my class teacher kept panicking me.And then I got my 7'AS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I jumped once or twice and when i was walking out I was like.'So?'.So what if I aced.Oh well.I should be grateful anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So just because of my aced results,I received $2750.Awesome.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I got to school,I got in to 4s5 then 4s2.So Im just doing my work to ace my other tests.But I sware,add math is so so easy.Haha.I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gotta go now.The Nanny's playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-3348721701278114603?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3348721701278114603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=3348721701278114603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/3348721701278114603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/3348721701278114603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA=)'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-7108453890405790519</id><published>2008-12-07T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:16:31.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I just remembered that it has been AGES since I updated my blog.Its the 8th of december already.Gosh.Its been too long.Things have been good I guess.Just the normal rushing up and down town to get stuff before I leave to Bali on Wednesday.I cant wait for the flight because I will be finally get the holiday my mom planned since six months ago.Sometimes quality time with family is needed even if I have a few pranks up my sleeve.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh wait,I'll continue later.Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-7108453890405790519?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7108453890405790519/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-3813973269118089159</id><published>2008-11-27T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:55:15.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Mom Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lets see.Its been four damn days since I've blogged.Haha.I normally got a lot to say but things have been hectic.Mommy's dragging me around.Running some errands.The bank stuff she does are weird.I simply dont understand Malaysian banks.So we went to this old music store at Oldtown and she bought a keyboard.It was kind of nice but all I need was look at the guitar and compose this weird little rhymes on their piano's.And my sister went on ranting of how much she wants a violin.But its all thanks to Miss Teri.I LOVE HER!!Mwahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today,Mom's out in KL for some teachers seminar or conference crap.So she wont be back till like 9.oopm.Nothing much today really.I was supposed to go out with Judy to Jusco but Mom didnt let me cause she'll be out of the house and she needs me to keep an eagle eye on my sister.Papa is getting a new Sony camera today and I cant wait to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have nothing much to write other than I miss someon elike shit.And I miss Sarah!!Havent spoken to her in days already.And I miss her.Her school projects are getting hectic I guess.Poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BLOG LATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh God,why do i miss *coughs* so much??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lalalalalalalala.The holidays are a BORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-3813973269118089159?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3813973269118089159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=3813973269118089159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/3813973269118089159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/3813973269118089159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/without-mom-home.html' title='Without Mom Home.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4064329181448273734</id><published>2008-11-23T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:35:07.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO HAPPEE..I MEAN HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am so happy and 'bangga' with myself cause I'm finally taking chances,being brave and everything.I woke up early today cause we had to go to church in the morning.It was Bryan's birthday and Mommy wanted to see the es-parish priest,Father Joseph(Joe) Stephen.And I've got to say he is the COOLEST priests Ive known.He's always showing me some new handshake.We're gonna miss him.I am,for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After communion,Judy came and she kept bugging me to tell her how my holidays have been.Mommy gave me 5 bucks and I wasnt really into eating but me and Judy shared a nasi lemak.And then we saw Miss Teri who called us her future leaders of YPC.I was kinda shocked at that.And then Aunty Maggie,my piano teacher came and said.'Hello beautiful' and I was so happy to see her so I hugged her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And we had to hang around and Uncle Chris was playing with my mp3 teasing me and Mry Ann Lim about out so call gadgets so i made him listen to Michelle Branch.I think he only listened to it for a  minute and got me and Judy to call Arul who was chatting with a girl,who seems to be his cousin.Haha.Yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I havent eaten since the morning cause I dont have much of my appetite now.I think I'm gonna eat after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I gotta go now.Mom is forcing me to watch tv.Im shocked myself.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dang it babey!All the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4064329181448273734?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4064329181448273734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4064329181448273734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4064329181448273734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4064329181448273734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-happeei-mean-happy.html' title='I AM SO HAPPEE..I MEAN HAPPY!'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4866987710332222896</id><published>2008-11-22T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:53:26.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am so happy today and I've never felt this happy this much before,at least not like before.I am currently in love with Paramore's,'Decode' cause its so AWESOME(i've been saying that a lot these days)!And it so happens to be Twilights theme song.And I'm also in love with Savage Garden's,'I knew I loved you' cause of some particular reason.I feel like writing something down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I didn't know that you were the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;who would be there for me through all this turmoils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just looking into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the world seems complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've never had someone like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to help me get it through the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I might not be perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dont need to be perfect when I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even if your not here to hold me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;just feeling your presence is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to make me feel a whole lot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hope you understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;misjudgement is a cruel thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've got to make it with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;even if i had to travel the globe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've never felt this way before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the way I feel when I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dont want to cause a scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but I'm dying without you here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okay,that just came.Hahaha.I was supposed tog o for mass today but Mommy wanted to get Bryan some new  clothes cause he's turning 3 YEARS OLD tomorrow,23rd NOVEMBER 2008!My little innocent(..not so) brother is growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I have YPC to attend tomorrow.At 10 am.Man,Im really tired now.Will blog later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Byeeeeeeeeee=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4866987710332222896?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4866987710332222896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4866987710332222896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4866987710332222896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4866987710332222896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-on-top-of-world.html' title='I AM ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!!'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-7436547929696909292</id><published>2008-11-20T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:09:31.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY(T.G.I.F)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just finished watching Ugly Betty and 'Alexis' Meade is unfortunately hot considering he had a sex change and is transexual!I have seen this episode before,I think its an old episode but it never fails to amuse me.Even my sister who's stuck on Fairly odd-parents,is watching it.Haha.Mommy still has school because he school is having some exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nope..its not SPM.Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I uploaded a picture of Mommy on friendster and I think she's gonna blow when she sees it but hey,I can be mischievious sometimes but you can't blame me.It an instinct.Okay,maybe you can.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I WANNA GO TO FLORIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I'm gonna dedicate this whole post on my blog to Sarah darling in Florida,the best elder sister I've ever had.Mwahhh,babey,I oh so LOVE HER!!Man.can someone give me a ticket to Florida now!I wanna see her and keep talking because we never run out of topics.I wonder why,we can't run out of things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU,SARAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So,Sarah if you see this,you'll know how much you mean to me.Thanks to Ryno,we met!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=))I LOVE YOUU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To the best sister ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-7436547929696909292?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7436547929696909292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-443706292952172340</id><published>2008-11-18T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:18:16.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA SCREAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have this sudden urge to scream.I find out who's been going around,rumouring about me.I trusted her and I think thats my problem,I trust people so easily.I considered her,my sister,one of my friends where I could lean on and cry.But she used my name for the sake of flirting with other people.So I've decided not to give a damn.People are the same.All of them.Backfiring bitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sheesh-I've got to chill.*breathes in and breathes out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm currently in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JONAS BROTHER'S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can't Have You(cause its so meaningful).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry(cause its so forgiving..haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And not forgetting Westlife's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Us Against The world(cause it makes me cry..another meaningful song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Soledad(cause its so soothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;These songs relaxes me for now.Puts me to sleep.I'm starting to get addicted to it.Friendster is back to normal.THANK GOD!The holidays are getting boring.And I miss a lot of people like crazy especially someone.And this person is MILES away.Literally.So I feel as though some part of me is gone.Dissapeared.Vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am listening to Us Against the World.And man,its sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gotta go now.Mommy booked a buffet at Hillcity Hotel.I dont know what caused it.Haha.But I'm starting to get hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Byeeeeeee=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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SCREAM.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-8850850909344389733</id><published>2008-11-16T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:01:03.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE FRIENDSTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I REALLY DO HATE FRIENDSTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ITS A MILLION,TRILLION TIMES WORST THAN TERMITES,FOR SCREAMING OUT LOUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All my friends are gone,200 of them vanished after some 24 hour management crap that went on.And it better get better(huh?)or I will personally bomb and tear down the WHOLE management.At least I hope so.So I'll leave this subject alone for now.I haven't quite rest my case yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bianca,my sister is off to some stay-in GB camp in Wesley Church.I think she misses me already.Haha.Cause I do.She kept asking me whether I'll miss her and I keep saying nope.Although it was like heaven to have the beds to me without having legs and what not on my head.My blanket isnt flying away now.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am super bored and I'm missing someone like crap now.Haih.Sarah isn't coming online since she's staying over at her Aunts place and I'm missing her like death too.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That all i gotta say now since I've splurted my hate for friendster now.Hopefully,the fricking management will put my friends list back in pace where it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-8850850909344389733?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8850850909344389733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=8850850909344389733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8850850909344389733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/8850850909344389733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-friendster.html' title='I HATE FRIENDSTER.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-6503829423251222447</id><published>2008-11-13T04:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:56:52.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i believe in magic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Do I believe in magic?NOPE.Not yet at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway,the parish counsel meeting was cancelled yesterday so my parents decided to take us out.First,we were supposed to go to Ipoh Parade but we somehow ended up in Jusco.The first thing I did was drag my dad to MPH and showed him the third book of the twilight series,Eclipse.He refused to buy at first thinking that I'll be obsessed about it until I told him about the story and guess what..he bought it...and I never let my eyes off it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We wanted to have dinner but all the shops could say was 'Sudah tutup wo..' as usual with the weird Malaysian accent.So,we had dinner at McDonalds.I was so hungry cause I didnt have my lunch..so I bought the Quarter Pounder which was good as I presume.Then Bianca,my 10 year old little sister..who isnt that innocent...haha had the McFlurry.I think she took cornetto but I think my Oreo tasted better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i LOVED it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My mom's students were there and they were waving at my Mom(look who's got fans now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And so that was my day in Jusco.When I got back home,the first thing I did was change and then I wrapped my Eclipse and proudly showed all my collections out to my family and my Mom wanted to read Twilight...scary thought.I think she wanted to know why I liked it so much.I'm not reading it yet cause I'm currently reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince cause I never got a chance to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So after wrapping I went online-AGAIN.And then cuddled to sleep with my inhaler on my side.(blame my body for not recruiting enough antibodies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;School today was rather LAME today except the fact they played GAME PLAN for us.But it was kinda boring to me cause I saw it last week.Then they showed this very lame elephant movie called 'HORTON' .which was about this elephant...who dances a lot..haha...who saved this little flower because they was a kingdom in it.How stupid is it?I got out of the hall cause I really wouldnt want to think our world right now could actually be in a flower.The stupid movie didnt have a lesson unless you were a wacko who thinks the world revolves around a flower which would be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;DOWNRIGHT AWKWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Thats all for now.Gotta go eat now.Before I die like those poor hugry people out there that I want to help so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sometimes I wishI was OPRAH.*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Adios Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-6503829423251222447?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6503829423251222447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=6503829423251222447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6503829423251222447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6503829423251222447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-i-belive-in-magic.html' title='Do i believe in magic?'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-8582099123930687043</id><published>2008-11-11T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:24:42.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA-ed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So my trip to BALI is not cancelled!Bombings are over apparently.Well, I really hope so.Wouldn't want to come home as a corpse..eeek!I didn't go to school today and I love the way that is going on.This year,the class I'm in,3 Osprey was not a blast like those last two years I had in oriole's.And I admit it and I bet the others feel the same  way to.This class was the most boring thing that has ever landed on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I dont intend to be boring just because I was in 3 Osprey.HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Judy finally came online yesterday and her dumb friends from KL were making fun of her obsession on BILL KAULITZ,who we thought was gay but after all he wasn't.TOKIO HOTEL cleared all speculations.And I was so mad at her friends but I'm glad she stood up for herself and not get this rumours into her.Her friends are major bitches that have no lives of their own,that they seem to find it a joy to make fun of her.Bloody homophobic people.If I had any chance,I'd definitely recruit all homosexuals and hunt this KL people down.For real!Man,I'm fuming right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm waiting for Sarah to come online now.Must be late at night though in the States now.I hate the freaking Greenwich system but it's no use hating it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still havent found my charger and I think I'll just buy them.I have a feeling my cousin could have accidentaly taken it back home in Singapore but its impossible.He wouldn't.I mean if he had eye infections then it would be a possibility.My parents were supposed to take me out yesterday instead tehy got caught up with work and my mom has a parish counsel meeting today so today would also be a wrong day.*smacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway I got to go know.Their showing Ugly Betty now.I kinda hate Wilhemina.I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DANG,I'll be back when its done.I hope so.*evil grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BRENDA.(formailities..Crap0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='LALA-ed!!'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-3082408288842223526</id><published>2008-11-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:01:41.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Tuesdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I didnt go to school today and I dont think I'm planning to re-enter it soon,OR just maybe my mom will drag me to school HERSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I stayed at home today and I woke up at 7.ooam.I am still wondering why i woke up so early.I watched television until Papa came and snatched the remote from me.I was reading Harry Potter,the sixth series and then I had some great idea(which is not so great now)I thought of plugging my USB wire to the computer and attach it to my handphone so that it can charge.But..THE FREAKING THING WOULD CHARGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I gave up on my idea and I've been on the computer since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mommy is planning to cancel all the Bali tickets because of the bombing stuff that is going on there which is CRAP!CRAP!CRAP!!And she wants to change it to Australia,according to Bianca,who is a liar sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh man!!!dang.dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No more mani pedi's on the beachside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-3082408288842223526?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3082408288842223526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=3082408288842223526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/3082408288842223526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/3082408288842223526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/tainted-tuesdays.html' title='Tainted Tuesdays.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-2622350350900289276</id><published>2008-11-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:35:36.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Flashbacks*goodbye to the pre-confirmants class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I dont know whether this could be the bitter-est SUNDAY ever.So the pre-confirmants had a class party and it was shall I say...FUN...i think.Most of us brought sweets,toffees,jellies and sweets..oh yeah and...sweets.So it was my idea to combine all the sweets and distribute them.We didn't distribute evenly and I think the guys got more sweets.I have no idea how and I don't want to investigate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So we played this game and It was fun..I think..na I'm just kidding...It was fun.The artist was Judy Marie and of all things in the universe she drew BILL KAULITZ.We had to draw his eyes blindfolded.Gabriel,this huge Indian dude drew the eye on Bill Kaulitz's moth and labelled MY NAME there...and for goodness sake he spelt it BRANDA...when it was supposed to be BRENDA.It was so embarassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Then we sang two songs Just Let Me Say and Power Of Your Love.It was okay I guess.A guy from our class was playing the guitar and most of our classmates were a little blur.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And that was my Sunday..some sad Sunday it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;DANG.DANG.DANG.DANG.DANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-2622350350900289276?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2622350350900289276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=2622350350900289276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2622350350900289276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/2622350350900289276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashbacksgoodbye-to-pre-confirmants.html' title='*Flashbacks*goodbye to the pre-confirmants class.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-5491533414504267079</id><published>2008-11-07T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:53:21.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah so school was fine except for the mopping around.I hung around with Michelle Monteiro talking about the random stuff especially who's bringing food for the pot luck we're having in church on Sunday.So after this whole unending indoor games taht we were having,it ended and class was boring as ever.So I wrote some crappy song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After the ever boring school session,I was walking to the bus cause Papa couldn't pick me and Bianca up from school.My hairband was losing its elasticity,it tore.So I had to hold up my hair and my friend,Ranjini was telling everyone that i have a seducing walk which was acually embarassing cause she kept laughing the whole way.I had to poke her in the ribs to make her stop...but as usual she never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I borrowed the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince book from Hishwarya and I havent even started for a bit.I wanted to read it but something was bugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My dear dog,Betsy is a flirt!I never knew bogs were so emotional.Her boyfriend fought with the other dog cause he caught Betsy making out with this other dog.So her dumb boyfriend has been in front of the house day and night.Rain or sunshine and he whines whenever he sees my dog.Love is such a complicted thing.Even if it was thundering,he didnt move a bit and he even followed my maid all the way to the grocery shop nearby.how weird.So this white dog also known as Betsy's boyfriend has been here for days now.I wonder why he never got hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was just chatting with Sarah my friend from the States and I so freaking love her!We're now planning to see each other in the future and she's one girl I can count on other than my best friend,Judy.So Sarah,if you ever seee this I so darn LOVE you!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thats all for now.adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want KINDER BUENO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-5491533414504267079?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5491533414504267079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=5491533414504267079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/5491533414504267079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/5491533414504267079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4609963187982576889</id><published>2008-11-07T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:39:27.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ever messed up days.*laughs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was supposed to blog yesterday but I had no time.Friday was okay I guess.I was a little upset cause of something.So i went to school early morning and I found out my class has been locked inside so I was so pissed with whoever,or should I say whichever person or creature who locked the door inside out.So I hung around eating my kinder bueno which papa bought me.yummy.*tummy rumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh wait ill continue later.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4609963187982576889?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4609963187982576889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4609963187982576889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4609963187982576889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4609963187982576889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/ever-messed-up-dayslaughs.html' title='The ever messed up days.*laughs*'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-7898923416330855958</id><published>2008-11-03T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:24:49.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRESSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I dont feel good at all and I don't know why but I think I know whats the problem.I've been too kind to certain people and I think its starting to affect me in a good way and the bad way too.I've finished reading the New Moon and I have to admit it was nice romantic and all.And thats the problem,its so romantic that I would take it as its pretty much cheesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;People like Edward Cullen don't exist.Although I know a guy who would fit Edward's personality,he's NOT  a vampire and I should just lead a life without Edwards.I have to admit,reading New Moon was nice and me and Bella had a lot in common but I'm still Brenda and I'd like to stay that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Things have been getting out of hand and I'm struggling to keep myself in place so that I won't fall into pieces,so I've decided to take a break and probably go to Singapore for about two weeks to release the tense feelings I have.I do know the reason but I wouldn't like to mention it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm not going to get this things happening out of my hands.I have to handle it like an adult even if i can be a bit fragile sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And i'll blog when I  am sorted by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-7898923416330855958?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7898923416330855958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=7898923416330855958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/7898923416330855958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/7898923416330855958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/depressed.html' title='DEPRESSED.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-6077952178576915186</id><published>2008-11-02T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:22:23.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL SOULS DAY-but i so hate this SUNDAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I seriously hate this Sunday.OK.Maybe not hate cause its a really strong word.I had to go for cathechism and it was MONTEIRO's birthday today.I bought her chocolates and i really hope it didnt melt.And it was Miss.Teri's birthday,my dearest leader of the pack for the Young People's Choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I really like that song by the pussycat dolls,'I hate this part'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Its actually NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;although nicole scherzinger is the only one singing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'll have to go to the cemetery in a while to visit my grandfather's graves.Never meet them when they were alive but from what I heard they're pretty cool.My mum's dad could speak Japanese and he use to make sure his children finishes their milk before going to school even if that means he has to stop the school bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Everybody askes about him.Sengole Louis Sebastian was his name and even if I dont know him,I still love him.Not forgetting my other grandfather Francis,who kept his family alive till his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;In conclusion,I LOVE MY FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lalalalalalalala=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'll be reporting when i get reports(what?)anywayyyy,I'M out!DANG!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-6077952178576915186?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6077952178576915186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=6077952178576915186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6077952178576915186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6077952178576915186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-souls-day-but-i-so-hate-this-sunday.html' title='ALL SOULS DAY-but i so hate this SUNDAY.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-6003861884700510725</id><published>2008-10-31T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:10:28.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN-boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Since it Halloween..and I still HATE pumpkins,it still won't stop me frorm saying 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'..I actually had plans for Halloween but it never worked out.DANG!I only realised it was halloween until three in the afternoon.haha.I couldnt stop myself from reading New Moon.I'm almost gonna finish it..so much for resisting it.I hate it when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So i just forced my friend,Suzanne to study for her finals despite her being three years older that me.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And my friend,Jia kai who's calling himself  THYME MARLOW as i call it MARSHMALLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;which is downright awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My name,however is MOLL WEST which he calls it MOLE.what freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A debate is going on,in which Jia kai thinks the twilight series is GAY,which i object.He says that guys see the series as an ultimate gay thing.He claims he has made a profound statement which i would say its an overstatement.So,I'm planning to paint his hair bronze for free which he thinks its faggot like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The debate will resume soon as MR.OH JIA KAI has some chores to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;house husband much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;till then,byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee:0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-6003861884700510725?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6003861884700510725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=6003861884700510725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6003861884700510725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/6003861884700510725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-boo.html' title='HALLOWEEN-boo!'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-169268456691166192</id><published>2008-10-30T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:53:07.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horrific events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello one and all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Okay,that started of weird.I am currently in love with Jacob Black.Damn,he's hot.I bought the New Moon recently and i can't get away from it cause its oh so tempting.I am trying to read as slowly as possible so that I can absorb everything completely.That is failing cause I'm at the middle of the book,more than middle I think and I love ittttttt...to DEATH.Anyway,this sunday is monteiro's birthday.Man i'm so happeee for her.wheeeeeee......Can't wait for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've got plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Something that might explode this sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at 10 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMPH,(mother of pepetual help)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in the pre-confirmants classs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BAHAHAHAAH(evil laugh.didn't nail it-AGAIN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-169268456691166192?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/169268456691166192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=169268456691166192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/169268456691166192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/169268456691166192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/horrific-events.html' title='horrific events.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-3579684496587208331</id><published>2008-10-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:27:14.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet niblets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So Deepavali is over,i think.I'm sucha a bad malaysian.I've got proof for that.Yesterday,Mommy needed to buy something at Tesco and she promised to me the New Moon book at Jusco when she stops there on the way.After doing our shopping at Tesco,I had to push the trolley to where it belongs.Instead,I was such a bad malysian I left it at the back of a car.And then the Tesco worker came and I gave this innocent smile of mine.But he didn't mind.And then Mommy refused to go to Jusco because she wanted to see some show.But since I'm so good at pestering my mom,we ended up in Jusco and i was talking to my mum when this two guys were like telling me 'okay..okay'.They were trying to imitate my mom but i kinda shoved them off.So finally,I got my book and I never let my eyes of it.Actually i'm looking at it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cant take my eyes of the book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;feeling I never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha.sweet niblets.gotta go know.supposed to look after my brother.DANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-3579684496587208331?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3579684496587208331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=3579684496587208331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/3579684496587208331'/><link rel='self' 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Sumi.They are showing High School Musical on Disney and my sister is gaga-ing at it and i can't get to watch my channels but there's nothing on my channel so i wanted to blog.I wish i could go to school now because of my undying boredom.I am coaxing Mommy to take is out tonight and she said yes,so I hope she keeps to her word.Oh and I forget to mention-I AM SICK!I was so cold last night i dreamt of ice blocks.weird,I know.The ice blocks were built up like giants and they had this weird temperature thing that said the mountain of ice blocks is -7652.5 celcius.LOL.Hardly ate anything cause i couldn't taste a shit.ha.Mommy bought this cute skirts for Bianca and a dress and there she wasted 40 bucks on that.I wasnt interested-FOR THE FIRST TIME.Papa is really busy tonight so i'll probably see him tomorrow morning.damn.I'm supposed to buy New Moon now since PMR is over and I was restricted from reading any book or magazine.So thats my very interesting monday for now.I'll be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;let's hope i'll get better soon.DANG!I wanna sleep.=)sweet surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4205619610433668195?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4205619610433668195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4205619610433668195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4205619610433668195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4205619610433668195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/deepavali-and-im-sooo-bored.html' title='DEEPAVALI-and i&apos;m sooo bored.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4404526413405467844</id><published>2008-10-25T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:48:37.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u'/><title type='text'>MY 'GREAT' SATURDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay,my saturday was,should i say 'fun'.haha.But it was fun though.I had to get up early in the morning and make sure Papa sends me to Judy's house.So i went to church for this couple's wedding at 10p.m and we had to help Uncle.Chris test all the mikes and speakers for the surround system until the wedding started at 11p.m.And so i typed the couples name wrongly in the last post.It was supposed to be KELVIN KONG and AMY CHUA.haha.And the wedding was so beautiful.(not to extend but boleh tahan la)They had this whole chinese words hanging here and there but i didn't understand a thing so oh well..After the whole ceremony finished we,as the choir had to take a picture with the bride and groom and the groom though i was short which was sad cause i am 165 cm tall.I'm not sure whether that's tall or short.Never bothered,really.And then,me and Judy walked to Jusco which wasn't so far away from our church,OMPH!So we had to cross those busy roads and Judy kept pulling my hand!gah!And i was using platform shoes,so you could imagine the pain.So when we reached Jusco,we collapsed on the seats in PIZZZA HUT.We used both our vouchers and they were taking 40 damn minutes to get our pizza on the table.But when i questioned one of the waiters,she was practicallywas like 'kejap ya..kejap ya...' and then i got to know the previous waiter 'thought' we were taking away.So then our pizza came,not forgetting the pepsi.Then we went to the cinema and it was full.The arcade was full too.So saddening.We walked all around,got my self a diary that had the word 'IMAGINE' on it.I loved it.I bought this gorgeous guitar picks too.And when we were in the CD shop,I realised my foot was red in colour,after all that walking.We decided to have a drink at Coffee Bean.And the ice-blended i had was banana-flavoured and it was about 12.60bucks for one  stupid cup.So I checked my receipts and I had spent 35 bucks in day.After calling Judy's dad to come pick us up,we went out to hang out and wait for her dad when i heard someone said 'hi!'.I turned around,rather spinned and saw my friend from penang,Benjey and of course I was shocked.Haven't seen him in a while.We chatted for a while and then he had to go.And that was it.dang!My foot still hurts.haha.I'll blog later.Time to go for church-AGAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;damn.damn.damn.damn.damn.DANG!byee=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4404526413405467844?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4404526413405467844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=4404526413405467844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4404526413405467844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/4404526413405467844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-great-saturday.html' title='MY &apos;GREAT&apos; SATURDAY!'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-1275958845498192982</id><published>2008-10-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:42:56.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOVE GURU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sadly,I have to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;THE LOVE GURU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; was amazing!Damn.He taught me one very valuable lesson which was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;IN ORDER TO LOVE SOMEONE,YOU HAVE TO LOVE YOURSELF FIRST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;which I knew already.He just made it extra funny and cute.burn.Anyway,he kinda makes this stupid rhymes which i wouldnt say it was stupid-sheesh!And one of them was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm not a joker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm not a smoker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm not a midnight toker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;HAHA!!He was funny.And Jessica Alba really rocked the saree she was using.It was really nice.And I love MIKE MYERS!He's just the cutest and he's Indian accent was so funny.I was practically LOL-ing throughout the whole movie,thanks to MOMMY's friend,Avelyn.Oh yeah,I need to find my freaking handphone charger and I haven't started.Did i mention im still clueless about blogging.There you go,one piece of information about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;DANG-ing all the way!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-1275958845498192982?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1275958845498192982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=1275958845498192982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/1275958845498192982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/1275958845498192982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-guru.html' title='THE LOVE GURU.'/><author><name>brenda.crus.victor.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965871427351431433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4793842606140652784</id><published>2008-10-23T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:52:36.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't go to school-yay me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So i didn't go to school cause they were having this science quiz and i'm not going to cramp my legs in the upper hall although i HAVE to go to school on thursday for my performance.sad huh?So i stayed home and watched that movie 'THE HOTTIE AND THE NOTTIE' and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PARIS HILTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;is in it so you should guess how it was like to see her.I'm just glad im not like her,i just want to be me.I wouldn't say im not girly neither would i say i am,so i am in between and i'm totally &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt; with that.YAY ME-again!DANG!Okay,i gotta stop that sometime.haha.I'm currently listenig to ENRIQUE IGLESIAS'S,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Its so saddening.Maybe that's why i'm listening to it.But don't get me wrong,i'm not EMO.I used to though.I've got something coming up now.Lemme type it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its just when im thinking about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the songs,the lyrics of every love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;comes within me and i wonder whether you ever bothered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;theres too much in life to be missing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but i guess im not that kind of girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm not going to give you clues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;guess you gotta find me yourself now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;after all those signals and signs we gave each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm still wondering whats going through your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its obvious both of us are just clueless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;its been going on for a long time and i've come to a path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;where i'm not going to turn around and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I came so far so i think we deserve to give each other a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;of renewal and love,so lets make this dream happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;where we will get to know whats on our minds and make our decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We'll be fine,I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay.That just came up.haha.Anyway,I honestly think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PARIS HILTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; needs to get a wardrobe.Seriously.HAHA.Obviously.I'm so bored now and i'm out of topics to talk about except that my phone charger is lost,somewhere around my house.I think its in my room and i was supposed to look for it but then found myself here.Tomorrow,i gotta get up early cause i am singing with the YPC(young people's choir) for this wedding in church.Happy married life to CALVIN AND AMY!Well,lets hope they'll have a great life.And the fun doesn't end there as i'll be going out with Judy,my best-EST friend,going to do some shopping and get TOKIO HOTEL'S cd.Let's hope Jusco has it.So it'll be just me and her-A BEST FRIEND THING.And then i've gotta get back home and get ready for mass at church,around six,i guess and then come back home and eight o'clock and wait till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;is shown on TV.Forgot what channel already.I think its HBO.So there goes my Saturday,but it'll be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Till then,keep smiling and i'll blog soon.=)GUTENBAG!(Ooh wait,its afternoon already,oh well..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4793842606140652784?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-4158360929380128948</id><published>2008-10-22T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:41:34.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday:MGS goes crazee with spontaneous speeches.(dang!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I so regret going to school today but its not like i had a choice.ha.So the whole of form 3 had to participate in this competition.YIKES!We had to sit according to our namelist and i had to sit next to miss.jojo who was in the competition with me,Judy and Natalie.Michelle Cheong was supposed to be in but she dissapeared-didnt come to school apparently.sad huh?So when it came to our turn Judy chose number 5 and i was like 'okay,so here we go'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;DANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We had to continue a story about some robbery and when the mike was passed to me,i just blurted'..and this girls boyfriend robbed the shop because the girl was cheating on him..'After i said that,i like practically raised my eyebrow.stupid..and that was it.so much for me.When the mike was passed to the fifth speaker(dont want to mention WHO)she just held the mike and stared blankly.I was so pissed man.But the other two classes were funny.Especially,this class who were talking bout this hot mermaid guy from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MERMAIDTOPIA&lt;/span&gt;.haha.and jean-li's hanging 'undergarment' story-R.I.P Mrs.Shanti.haha.So overall the whole thing wasn't too bad.We didnt win but at least it was some effort right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So me,Judy,Natalie and Jojo had to go practice for the singing competition.We were going to do a medley of songs comprising better in time,i'm with you and underneath your clothes(now,now lets not dig in further.whoops!)This other class that was there were playing those very nice SONGS.goshie!My favourite 'The man who can't be moved' by The Script was played(YAY!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE THAT SONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;haha.So that was school today other than hanging out with Pn.Hamsiah in class.She's actually not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;OH THERE'S MORE FOR YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;do you people know that song 'Empty' by the Click Five,me and my cousin changed the lyrics,the original one was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tried to take a picture of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;didn't think i'd miss her that much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i want to fill this new frame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but its empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The original one by me and my cousin is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tried to take a pitcher of beer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;didn't think i'd miss beer that much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i want to fill this bottle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but its empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So there goes my weird story,courtesy of mua=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;See ya later,alligator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-4158360929380128948?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4158360929380128948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-2371837716015988450</id><published>2008-10-22T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:06:06.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so bored and i think im happy-yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My good ol' cousin brother,calvin gave me real good advice.*applauses.haha.I feel like crashing the damn radio cause they keep playing those sad love songs which most people find funny.great.hey,at least im not psycho.Well,one of the superdy-duperdy advice was that the rumours will eventually die away.But the question is how?If any of you have any idea,tell me.i wanna hear em'.You know what?I hope i get those straight A's.I did work my ass of especially for the goddamn bahasa melayu and mummy promised me and iPod which i really really want cause my mp3 cant take much songs and since im a music freak.(including my nature-y connections tooo)i really really need it.(how many times have i mentioned 'really'?)I am currently overusing the so called word 'DANG!'which im about to use now.DANG!So here goes the confession of a teenage music\nature freak,i actually miss PMR.yes,i do.I miss those recesses i had with Judy and Natalie and how i used to hug that big,huge,gigantic rain tree.Im out words to describe it.Oh and talking about Ean from hitz.fm and BILL KAULITZ from TOKIO HOTEL.He got me loving the monsoon.dont ask me how.dont ask me why.anyway,im done typing.done blogging.i'll be back tomorrow to blog more.gonna eat now.chomp down some food.till then,hasta la vista,babey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-2371837716015988450?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f9zlH2NatEo/ShZGEz5sZZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tB0Q2DCLol0/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368015907136647811.post-9112182640650572462</id><published>2008-10-22T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:34:20.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't life take another turn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last sunday,was a fun day(for other people) xcept me cause gosh i didnt know people could misunderstand.So many rumours going round about me and him and we arent even friends so its so frustrating cause that been going on for a year already and its starting to get sick.real sick.Its ruining me,chewing of my skin plain KILLING me!I dont know what to do but i have to do something before things get worst.plain WORST.Do 'they',whoever they are,do they know what they are doing?I guess not.He doesnt know the real me then and thats just sad.What a way to start my blog.dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Always finding a road to believing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;never knew what you were thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you were always in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but you came along and tore it apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the pieces are left unfixed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i've wanted to be in that dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no love,no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wish i wouldnt have woken up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but it was all fantasy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;time to come back to reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;where matters appeared to be fessed up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want you to know the real me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cause i cant help but to run to you each time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;will it matter in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im at a broken road staring at a broken door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tell me what is this for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'll be here waiting for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to come save me from this turmoil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;even if its impossible for you to care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but wait,im a dreamer that dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368015907136647811-9112182640650572462?l=dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamerthatdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9112182640650572462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368015907136647811&amp;postID=9112182640650572462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/9112182640650572462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368015907136647811/posts/default/9112182640650572462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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