<?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-54627809548050825</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:18:33.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>( '=sweetladdie=' )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452384477121493627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-2976604459270543600</id><published>2007-11-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:39:01.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go to my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-cursed-music.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://my-cursed-music.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag me too!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54627809548050825-2976604459270543600?l=i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/feeds/2976604459270543600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54627809548050825&amp;postID=2976604459270543600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/2976604459270543600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/2976604459270543600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-to-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>( '=sweetladdie=' )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452384477121493627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-587947296050647567</id><published>2007-11-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:46:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Today is so damn unlucky!&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;I hate Hate HATE today.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone spoil, computer spoil,&lt;br /&gt;and I've disappoint my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;How can I do that?&lt;br /&gt;How can all these things happen in just one day?&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike today.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LARHS!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a spare phone;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma" size="4px" color="white"&gt;WHO HAVE A SPARE ONE TO LEND!?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, I don't mean to hurt you today.&lt;br /&gt;I want to help you.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to now.&lt;br /&gt;My phone is spoilt, it just stalls me.&lt;br /&gt;WTF today have been. &lt;br /&gt;Neverminds, I will get that for you somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you be auto-pilot to destruction.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and don't wish you to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very vexed. A best time for psychedelic trance.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LARHS~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, something today amused me.&lt;br /&gt;I went online and listen all kinds of music.&lt;br /&gt;[[practically not all]]&lt;br /&gt;Learn other DJs' styles work..&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of fun though..&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, but it's not going to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother made my day worser.&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying I'm not a good sister.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't like it, it's his business. NOT MINE!&lt;br /&gt;He have to accept the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to change because of him.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till he's 15 and he'll face the same problems as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="TAHOMA" SIZE="4PX" COLOR="white"&gt;I AM FUCKED UP BY MY FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM A LOT&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;I want to love someone.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't understand why,&lt;br /&gt;I feel this emptiness in me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in god but PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;I really need something to bless me,&lt;br /&gt;so that all the bad luck will just go away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cause other people bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE A JINX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so my life is like that?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54627809548050825-587947296050647567?l=i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/feeds/587947296050647567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54627809548050825&amp;postID=587947296050647567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/587947296050647567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/587947296050647567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-fuck-today-is-so-damn-unlucky-why.html' title=''/><author><name>( '=sweetladdie=' )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452384477121493627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-1196331536615802171</id><published>2007-11-06T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:03:24.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate the life I'm living right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have to use other people's computer,&lt;br /&gt;and beg hem to let me use their own coms.&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to suffer like this for a year,&lt;br /&gt;after my 'O' levels,&lt;br /&gt;things will give a BIG change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always after graduation&lt;br /&gt;I will get the things I wanted and wished for.&lt;br /&gt;I don't udnerstand why.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get the things I wished for immediately?&lt;br /&gt;Why everyone can and I can't?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;What The Fuck! I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;I really really hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go for a counselling session tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's at 10am; it clashes with my rememdial class.&lt;br /&gt;I also have to go for my NPCC briefing.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is damn tight!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my cca.&lt;br /&gt;It's always so MESSY in the way they handle things.&lt;br /&gt;There is no standardised method in handling situations,&lt;br /&gt;no standardised way in holding meetings. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;That's life, everything is too flexible.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand why,&lt;br /&gt;aeroplanes can even explode during its flight.&lt;br /&gt;People are too MESSY in their thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry and useless to my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;He is there when I need him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not there when he needs me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, why am I this way?&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be that way.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let my relationship affect the way I think.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, you can say that I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's my way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Accept that or not,&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54627809548050825-1196331536615802171?l=i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/feeds/1196331536615802171/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-3532079255584554264</id><published>2007-11-06T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:52:29.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer is broken down&lt;br /&gt;and I have to keep using my dad's computer,&lt;br /&gt;in secrecy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much than all other days.&lt;br /&gt;I really want him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to quit that job.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not so soon that I'm quiting it.&lt;br /&gt;It will be like next year?&lt;br /&gt;I need to concentrate on my 'O'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how my life will be in this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings are frequent during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I can stare into space for 10hours,&lt;br /&gt;not moving, not eating, not sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;and crying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, abusing myself is common during this period.&lt;br /&gt;PAIN is too common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no feeling to go study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the determination to do well.&lt;br /&gt;The hurt in me is too much.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take that anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;[don't mistake: hubby is always with me de..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling too emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;My phucking parents doesn't like me going out,&lt;br /&gt;so forbid me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too BORED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54627809548050825-3532079255584554264?l=i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-2099547504967465892</id><published>2007-11-05T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:42:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept late last night.&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel energised in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like this.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.35am.&lt;br /&gt;My phone showed 6.50am.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will be waking him up late AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;I hopped off my head,&lt;br /&gt;and I called him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!~ He knew that was coming.&lt;br /&gt;He was awake before me.&lt;br /&gt;That made me energised.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!~ I'm laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to know this person called Justin.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who is he.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I remember giving my hp no to him.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, surprisingly, both of us hit well.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!~ He's a Leo; I'm a virgo.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think, is he wooing me?&lt;br /&gt;I get that feeling somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maths class today was damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;My concentration retention is low today.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be focused in one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ambika was writing things on the board &lt;br /&gt;and I was just listening and feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;It's all basics she thought the previous lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I get the concept. It's just the TERMS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths teacher told me that she was disappointed with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to care.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that, I want to realise my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Cindy on air-stewardess thingy&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out that, I need to work on something.&lt;br /&gt;My weight, my skin color and my attitude of life.&lt;br /&gt;As for the attitude of life,&lt;br /&gt;my hubby told me that I can't take stress.&lt;br /&gt;Sure he understands me well.. hahas!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookshop auntie once again, didn't recruit me in.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I've been waiting so long. I don't think there will be work for me.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met hubby today, we went to a void deck.&lt;br /&gt;He was asking me where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;and what we're gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I'm not sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions tends to be wild during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings are like hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;My world will be like a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there for hours, listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!~ Our favourite marhs..&lt;br /&gt;He kept scaring me of that roach! &lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I'm scared of that, and it's not that overwhelming in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;He knew that I'm sensitive on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;He kept doing actions near the neck,&lt;br /&gt;I felt a sense of itchness out of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept fiddling with his buttons.&lt;br /&gt;Almost unbutton it too.&lt;br /&gt;It was in the public. Hahas~&lt;br /&gt;I'm too daring.. DAREDEVIL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this cat, she kept ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;But when hubby tried to coax her,&lt;br /&gt;she responded to him. Hmms, that's wierd.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I don't have a way to cats&lt;br /&gt;and he have. Hahas!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what he wants when we were in a 4storey block.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't want to label it out.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!~ Sometimes, it's thrilling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, he was cheerful though.&lt;br /&gt;But, he was hiding something.&lt;br /&gt;Can sense that. He's someone I'm very close to.&lt;br /&gt;A pillar in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I want to voice out to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;[pss.. HIM is not the GOD]&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, I love you always.&lt;br /&gt;You make me remember you.&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you and feel love at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And created an impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;of all moments of life,&lt;br /&gt;in all paths that we've crossed together,&lt;br /&gt;and the things we created for each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4PX"&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY: YOU ARE IRREPLACEABLE IN MY HEART&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54627809548050825-2099547504967465892?l=i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/feeds/2099547504967465892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54627809548050825&amp;postID=2099547504967465892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/2099547504967465892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/2099547504967465892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/2007/11/slept-late-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>( '=sweetladdie=' )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452384477121493627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-3177018534022216655</id><published>2007-11-04T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:12:17.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div algin="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; '07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping and woken up at the same time&lt;br /&gt;by my brother,&lt;br /&gt;after his countless efforts of waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wanted to bring my brother and I&lt;br /&gt;to a restaurant to eat.&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was..&lt;br /&gt;Why does he want to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he love me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we're strangers?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I'm an outcaste?&lt;br /&gt;What does he want?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't he said he wash his hands off me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he is thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I just went for it for my brother's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can sense that,&lt;br /&gt;my dad is using my brother as a substitute for me.&lt;br /&gt;He wants my brother to let him feel the times I had with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;And the laughter I gave to him.&lt;br /&gt;He can claim that he set my brother as a priority,&lt;br /&gt;but in his heart, he is waiting for my answer to be his top priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I stepped out of the house&lt;br /&gt;to the time when I had a meal with my dad,&lt;br /&gt;there was no sentence or word spoken to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we talked after meal,&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling happier..&lt;br /&gt;I felt love at the same time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I do that?&lt;br /&gt;The reason I think should be is..&lt;br /&gt;I was able to let go some of my grudges.&lt;br /&gt;It felt better though. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone card ran out of $$.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sms anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I also need it for work.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, my communication of the world has been cut.&lt;br /&gt;My computer has failed me.&lt;br /&gt;It died 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you may have difficulties reading my post.&lt;br /&gt;Use your CM to link them. That should work.&lt;br /&gt;Eg.&lt;br /&gt;"My computer has failed me."&lt;br /&gt;It meant that I couldn't use MSN to connect with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;How it is linked to the communication has broken down?&lt;br /&gt;My phone card has no more $$, can't call or sms.&lt;br /&gt;No MSN to connect to people.&lt;br /&gt;Now, try to make sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, one missing element to understand my post is&lt;br /&gt;to understand me. No one really understands me well.&lt;br /&gt;Except for one? HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given thoughts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;What do I really want?&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue with him?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always ME that my mom is upset about?&lt;br /&gt;How should I react in different situations?&lt;br /&gt;What are the personalities that I desire?&lt;br /&gt;What do I really like and hate?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really detest the world a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I am this way now?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling tortured by my past?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to cry just because of my past?&lt;br /&gt;The UPSET I feel now, why is it affecting me?&lt;br /&gt;Why I am so indecisive?&lt;br /&gt;Why I am lack of so many important traits?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be happy with others?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I let go of my upset past?&lt;br /&gt;Why everything is trapped in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;What are the things that I can't let go?&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many questions I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;But, it would be a long list of it.&lt;br /&gt;I could only answered some of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;The guilt and fear I felt last year were brought to this year.&lt;br /&gt;I let it haunt me as I was too depressed.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am upset about my past.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't let go of my past.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't be truely happy with others.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't know what am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am letting it affecting it.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am this way.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am crying.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I feeling tortured.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I detest the world a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue with him?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should.&lt;br /&gt;I could only experience true happiness &lt;br /&gt;when I'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh without faking with him.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel, I can make an impact for both our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many good traits I've lost together with my smile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to retrieve it back.&lt;br /&gt;I did retrieve some. &lt;br /&gt;And gained something new at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is much more focused when I'm in "work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I shouldn't say too much to people.&lt;br /&gt;I find it too irritating when the words spread.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping quiet, an effective tool to protect oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Let my emotions talk to people,&lt;br /&gt;and not my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want $$, career and a family of my own.&lt;br /&gt;I want my dreams to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;I desire more REWARDS and less EFFORTS.&lt;br /&gt;What career I want?&lt;br /&gt;Business, Design(IT/MUSIC/CLOTHES), Service(AIR STEWARDESS)&lt;br /&gt;These are the 3 things I can go to.&lt;br /&gt;They are suited in my working values.&lt;br /&gt;HIGH INCOME, SOMETHING THAT SUIT MY INTEREST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, I've sorted out my thoughts in MYSELF barrier.&lt;br /&gt;As for my family, I haven't sorted that out. &lt;br /&gt;I need time for it. That concern 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;My mom, dad and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my relationship,&lt;br /&gt;I have sorted it out.&lt;br /&gt;There is still a year we both need to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we should keep a distance for the time being barhs?&lt;br /&gt;After my 'O', we meet our parents and be officially together.&lt;br /&gt;If we really meant to be together, let that be a test.&lt;br /&gt;We can still talk and go out like what we used to.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, we have to keep a 'distance' away barhs.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very tough decision I made.&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with him every moment that is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies have been settled.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more focused in what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to worry that.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I need to worry is my prelim results.&lt;br /&gt;And the 'O' results. I need to get 10&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My routine? Hahas!~ I've given thought of that too.&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep before 12am so that I don't have eyebags and panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up before 10am in the holidays&lt;br /&gt;and 5.45am during school days.&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I might be coming home at 5pm everyday.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will study at 8pm till 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in the night study programme,&lt;br /&gt;I will be home at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;I will just take a rest&lt;br /&gt;and resume my study at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of stressful &lt;br /&gt;and requires a lot of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the spirit I have in the first 5 months of '07.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm stressed, I get it through &lt;br /&gt;and the quality of work is GOOD too.&lt;br /&gt;That is what I call, GOOD DISCIPLINE.&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions in me are wild.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel happy, neither do I feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel emptiness and fullness at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I can be worried for my mom and not too.&lt;br /&gt;I feel both the opposites.&lt;br /&gt;Now, only music can solve me problems..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54627809548050825-3177018534022216655?l=i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/feeds/3177018534022216655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54627809548050825&amp;postID=3177018534022216655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/3177018534022216655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/3177018534022216655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-that-reason-i-think-should-be-is.html' title=''/><author><name>( '=sweetladdie=' )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452384477121493627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-4274299755532916888</id><published>2007-11-02T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:12:47.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so irritated.&lt;br /&gt;My brother kept on saying all the things that I didn't do,&lt;br /&gt;and made my mother so tensed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And they kept saying I did!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!~ I'm not going to care.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, I'm labelled as I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk to my brother ever!&lt;br /&gt;He always add fuel to the oil,&lt;br /&gt;whenever something happens at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also thinks for himself only.&lt;br /&gt;Never think of mummy.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to have fun,&lt;br /&gt;and ignore the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I am not like this.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am.&lt;br /&gt;I also used ways to prevent my mom from getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever I've done,&lt;br /&gt;are not recognised as GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems good in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Childhood, teenhood or any part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;The only good times I had was,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to worry, except will my parents know about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking.&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;We have to get separated due to the mess we created.&lt;br /&gt;Partly because of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;What THE phuck larhs!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm under going counselling too.&lt;br /&gt;People say I need it.&lt;br /&gt;Do I?&lt;br /&gt;Think not barhs?!&lt;br /&gt;Counselling helps nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It just adds stress to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, life's never been fair too.&lt;br /&gt;My group members are giving me problems.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus didn't do a good job for the design.&lt;br /&gt;He also left out alot.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do the job.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I'm a leader, the responsibilty is mine.&lt;br /&gt;My job is to manage the group,&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT DOING THEIR JOBS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, well, my professionalism will not be degraded.&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you lots..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54627809548050825-4274299755532916888?l=i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/feeds/4274299755532916888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54627809548050825&amp;postID=4274299755532916888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/4274299755532916888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54627809548050825/posts/default/4274299755532916888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-miss-you-lots.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-so-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>( '=sweetladdie=' )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11452384477121493627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54627809548050825.post-1541293346538572175</id><published>2007-11-02T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:14:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I keep changing my blog stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I did a mistake in deleting the template codes accidentally. &lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I redid the thing and now, it's so damn dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what had gone to me.&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of him. &lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm too missing him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother keep pressing me to do house work.&lt;br /&gt;She knows that I hated that alot.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer doing IT work and my own STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of when I can leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to leave on my own,&lt;br /&gt;where freedom is so unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post ends here! Hahas!~ Thanks for reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, I'm missing you so much. &lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;Images of us being together flashes back.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. 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