<?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-18898846</id><updated>2012-01-15T22:44:18.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights will lead the way.</title><subtitle type='html'>I live in a world of my own (;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-3021641696266262864</id><published>2011-12-21T05:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:47:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncertainty, early on a Wednesday morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;After going into depression for weeks (thankfully, not months) before snapping myself outve it entirely, I finally know what I'm worth again. I can tell you, nothing brought me down more than having to set aside all that was left of my pride and ego for someone who wasn't even worth the fight to begin with. I spent nights on end, just up in bed questioning myself if I was ever good enough, because if I was, why did he choose to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not bringing this up again because I am not over him; I find myself here, writing about it only to remind myself of what I've had to go through in the last couple of months. Reminding myself of how painful it was to see someone who made me grow so attached to him within such a short period of time, lie to me &amp;amp; break his promises, about a girl who he critisized so much about, most of the days that we were going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may have been smart enough to be all hushhush, but too bad, you messed with the wrong chick because I found out everything on my own. No, I don't blame you if feelings had suddenly come back, but &lt;strong&gt;I blame you for keeping me hanging when you could have just ended things the right way&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanted to leave, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you didn't let me. &lt;strong&gt;Instead,&lt;/strong&gt; you made me wait for you, made me put in all the effort to try again, until one very night, you sent me a &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; text message saying you wanted a break. So while I continued, anxiously waiting for your answer like an idiot for over 3 torturing weeks, you were quietly going out, having a jolly good time with her &lt;strong&gt;while&lt;/strong&gt; everyone, including me, still had faith and stood up for you infront of those who had started to trashtalk about you. Until today, not even a word of apology has been said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame that girl for anything that's happened; I just don't respect her because she kept talking to you more than any normal girl should have been, when she knew very well that we were already together. Mostly, I'd say the blame's on you and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;least&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you could do is apologize to those you've let down. &lt;strong&gt;Your friends, and &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;; In the short time that I've known you, I know what kind of person that you are. Maybe not entirely, but good enough to know that you have a good heart still. Yes, I'm a complete bitch for having blurt everything out here in public but I think I deserve a right to be angry still, at a person who made me feel ever so foolish and stupid to have been fighting for the wrong things, and let myself sink to rockbottom &amp;amp; stay there for so long, and angry at myself for even putting up with all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, to some, I may seem a little selfish and maybe unappreciative, but put yourself in my shoes; &lt;strong&gt;If you had trusted someone when they said they wouldn't leave like how everyone else has, then given in so much &amp;amp; got absolutely nothing back except negative thoughts about yourself and a heart in smithereens, &lt;em&gt;how would you think you'd be like&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Do forgive me but I've just had about enough of being taken for granted for. Now that I'm back on my own two feet, I'm glad to say, I'm stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys/Men will come &amp;amp; go. I've got the rest of my life to deal with that haha; My mistake was thinking happiness was defined by someone who could fill that empty void in my life. But, no one can really do that except myself. Hehh. I'm happy again anyway, being back to my bubbly self :D Mm no regrets, just lessons well learnt. x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just don't know if I want to do it anymore; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get close to somebody so they can leave again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-3021641696266262864?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3021641696266262864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=3021641696266262864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3021641696266262864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3021641696266262864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-lesson.html' title='Life Lesson.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-7944699593828525239</id><published>2011-12-19T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:55:31.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otaku Central!</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say last weekend was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;'mazing! Totally enjoyed being apart of MaGaCon's crew &amp;amp; got to meet so many new people. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming's not really my kinda thing; besides growing up with what, Final Fantasy X, Grand Turismo 3, DDR, 02Jam &amp;amp; Super Mario.. Yeah, ain't that big a fan but it was still fun, needless to say. Best part was, we got to play all the games throughout the whole event and when Jeremy from Red.FM dropped by, I even got to play a round of Dance Central on Xbox Kinect with him! Yeaph, it was all good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=391018_289492477753485_201518249884242_720664_1562413076_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 402px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/391018_289492477753485_201518249884242_720664_1562413076_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heeee, i'm so happy with my newly dyed hair. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;nomoreblackrootsfkyeaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Su-zen, yours truly &amp;amp; CM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=386680_10150476614849545_363294114544_8640971_493786772_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 381px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/386680_10150476614849545_363294114544_8640971_493786772_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera was always a distraction around us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=391801_10150476608314545_363294114544_8640845_1443145189_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 326px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/391801_10150476608314545_363294114544_8640845_1443145189_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids on beanbags! cute mou?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=389847_10150476585534545_363294114544_8640653_2069746456_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 443px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/389847_10150476585534545_363294114544_8640653_2069746456_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twister. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=399342_10150476604044545_363294114544_8640794_1115614539_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 541px; height: 359px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/399342_10150476604044545_363294114544_8640794_1115614539_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r-l : Mayy, Victoria, &amp;amp; I. &lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=393797_10150476608224545_363294114544_8640843_1758634014_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 538px; height: 398px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/393797_10150476608224545_363294114544_8640843_1758634014_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=395596_10150476613424545_363294114544_8640938_386418168_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 332px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/395596_10150476613424545_363294114544_8640938_386418168_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us three, slacking &amp;amp; talking to Wei Jun. heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=375237_10150476618479545_363294114544_8641026_1025387328_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 358px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/375237_10150476618479545_363294114544_8641026_1025387328_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; people who came to takei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=409440_10150476609269545_363294114544_8640857_2137348076_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 355px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/409440_10150476609269545_363294114544_8640857_2137348076_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brian.. being Brian. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=400666_10150476610309545_363294114544_8640869_169652608_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 353px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/400666_10150476610309545_363294114544_8640869_169652608_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic card players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=394271_10150476526694545_363294114544_8640128_185695360_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 352px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/394271_10150476526694545_363294114544_8640128_185695360_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warhammer 40k things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=396689_10150476525294545_363294114544_8640122_351159649_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 334px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/396689_10150476525294545_363294114544_8640122_351159649_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were painted by hand too. Pretty cool, eyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=408283_10150476603749545_363294114544_8640792_65487008_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 432px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/408283_10150476603749545_363294114544_8640792_65487008_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria &amp;amp; I on Dance Central Xbox Kinect! Total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ownageeee&lt;/span&gt;. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mhmm, if any of you gamers didn't come, I dare say you guys missed out! Be sure to look out for MaGaCon's upcoming events if you'd like to join in the fun, &lt;a href="http://www.magacon.com.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=407964_10150476614384545_363294114544_8640961_281906820_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 322px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/407964_10150476614384545_363294114544_8640961_281906820_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall see you all again the next round! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=68e6f500287d11e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/68e6f500287d11e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;*credits to KDU College Sdn Bhd / MaGaCon for all the photos posted here!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-7944699593828525239?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7944699593828525239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=7944699593828525239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/7944699593828525239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/7944699593828525239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/12/otaku-central.html' title='Otaku Central!'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4751704487026969192</id><published>2011-12-15T05:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T05:17:48.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest Before Dawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so long since I've last done anything to my blog so I hope you guys like the new look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;//Been keeping myself busy ever since before finals. Tried as best as I could to make up for lost time with my studying before finals came about. Can't say I gave it my best and just the thought of my results gives me the shivers; Yeah, I really need to learn how to put aside overwhelming emotions when there are more important priorities I should be focusing on instead of silly things. It's too late now &amp;amp; I'm just going to have to face the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, semester break's been good to me. Catching up with so many familiar faces that I've grown distant from over the last few months has really done me well. Not forgetting all the new friends I've made over the past couple of weeks either. Mhmm, being out &amp;amp; about again has really put some colour back into my life. And to be honest, I couldn't be happier any happier with where I am with myself today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2011 has definitely taught me a lot of lessons&lt;/span&gt;; None of which were easy to handle but I'm grateful for everything I've had to go through. When I think back, this time last year, everything was so different. I'm not the same person I used to be but I hope the change that I've gone through &amp;amp; still am going through is for the better. Hopefully, come 2012, I won't be getting myself stuck in the same shitholes again.. I think I should jump off a building if I let history repeat itself once more. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just past 5AM and I'd best be off to bed. Sleeping pattern's totally fcked and I need to get it fixed asap! These panda eyes are getting massive. And I hate being the only one awake so late/early into the night/morning. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-4751704487026969192?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4751704487026969192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4751704487026969192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4751704487026969192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4751704487026969192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/12/darkest-before-dawn.html' title='Darkest Before Dawn.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6670620898339401570</id><published>2011-10-10T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:02:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've had one the roughest weeks after so many months. Insecurities clouding up my thoughts, just bringing out the worst of me. Today's a new day to a new week, and all that happen the week before this, will burden me no more. I won't let it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether you read this or not, I just want you to know, I've grown ever so fond of you. I love the way you make me laugh and smile all the time. I love how you'd miss out on football games just to sit with me, &amp;amp; do nothing while I'm doing last minute assignments/studying. I love how we still fight over who should pay for the bill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/TEMP/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love it when I wake up right next to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love how you would always wake me up for class whenever you could. I love how we tease each other about having other girlfriends/boyfriends elsewhere. I love how you just pull me close to you, hug me so tight &amp;amp; kiss my forehead. I love how you still hold my hand when I've gone all quiet. I love how you're simply so patient with me. I love how I can fall in love with you again &amp;amp; again. I love how we're both rather different in certain ways but how it never really effected us. I could say so many other things I love about you &amp;amp; what you do, but most of all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ilove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know for a fact she still loves you and that's what causes my insecurities. But I'm gonna tell myself that you haven't left me for her. That you're still reminding me that you love me every other day. Yesterday. Today. Maybe or maybe not tomorrow, that I wouldn't know. I'm just gonna savour what we've got now. Things will go back to normal, I can already feel it. I'm just glad we're working things out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4 months &amp;amp; counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6670620898339401570?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6670620898339401570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6670620898339401570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6670620898339401570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6670620898339401570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/10/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6090850253125109363</id><published>2011-08-05T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:14:50.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture014-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture014-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am feeling way bored but before you read any further;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WARNING! I'm gonna be talking about food &amp;amp; there'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a few photos of food so do forgive me for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;posting this up during fasting month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;+++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took a trip downtown last Saturday with Jeremy, Wen Jun &amp;amp; my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was for brunch &amp;amp; we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.levain.com.my/"&gt;Levain Boulangerie &amp;amp; Patisserie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love the place! 'twas my second trip there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_28172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 408px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_28172.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To state the obvious, the place is real huge. Inside you'll find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2802.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 407px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2802.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;food at the bakery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_28062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 329px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_28062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; food at the counter. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since it rained in the morning before we came out, the weather was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really nice. So we sat outside to savour a mildly cool Saturday afternoon (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5874.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 541px; height: 422px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5874.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 402px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5871.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's very quaint as you can see. Everything's set to look somewhat like those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;old-fashion courtyards, where people sit out to enjoy cup of tea. Then there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_58812.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 403px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_58812.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mom absolutely loves aglio olio so she orders a plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wherever she can get her hands on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_58782.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 533px; height: 308px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_58782.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture020-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 445px; height: 445px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture020-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their latte's are pretty good &amp;amp; they come ready with a shape! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- if you didn't know, this was supposed to be a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an abit failed one but better than nothing. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't have a chance to get a good photo of the pastry we had cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone dug in before I could! So check out their website if you'd like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to have a look-see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5889.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 551px; height: 413px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5889.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mommy, Wen Jun, Jeremy, &amp;amp; our half eaten pastry on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with a plate of aglio olio on the side; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;whaddup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really enjoyed my visit there. It's a good place if you're willing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;splurge on good food, trust me. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can visit them at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.levain.com.my/"&gt;Levain Boulangerie &amp;amp; Patisserie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. 7, Jalan Delima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       55100 Kuala Lumpur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Malaysia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Operation hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7.30am - 9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday - Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6090850253125109363?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6090850253125109363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6090850253125109363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6090850253125109363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6090850253125109363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/08/munchies.html' title='Munchies.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-7419581815854806260</id><published>2011-08-04T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T04:33:22.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Dawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Among the few things I don't understand in life are the ones we call "friends" . It's easy to call anyone a friend I think. It's just a matter of how good these people we call "friends" , are. It's usually only a matter of time before their true colours begin to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been very picky with my friends throughout my entire life. By this, I don't mean I pick friends by status or looks. If you know me well enough, you should know I'm a very simple girl; Money isn't all that, fancysmhancy, flashy things aren't that bigve a deal... I like things simple, basically. That's why when it comes to friends, it doesn't matter to me if you're rich, poor, short, tall, thin, fat, or whtvr, it's just a matter of how good of a friend you're willing to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one thing that really gets to me are the ones that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; all nice to you, but go around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad-mouthing abt you&lt;/span&gt; to other people when you're not there; I've learn to stop giving two hoots about these sortve people, because half the time, they can't even get their facts straight &amp;amp; most of the time, it's utter bull. I know because I've been through this tons of times, all because I've been judged for the things I do, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; for the people I hang out with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; for the things that people have said about me.  I think it's quite the norm in our modern day society to judge. BUT, I could never come to comprehend why these things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; had to happen to me because I never knew what I was doing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there are the ones that come to you only in times of need. Sure, you want me to care about you &amp;amp; help you out, not a problem. But when things are all good &amp;amp; back to normal, these are the ones that conveniently forget about those who've helped them out through the worst of times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me make this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's not about returning favours or being calculative, but it's about the principle behind it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a heads up? &lt;/span&gt;Don't expect me to be nice to you if you're gonna be this arsey to me. I'm not the kind who's gonna pretend that I like you when I don't. When I was younger, I never wanted to be on anyone's bad side, so I'd try my very best to be a good friend to everyone. I was completely oblivious to the fact that I actually had so many people who thought so lowly of me until I opened a Formspring account late last year. Never in my life did I have a clue that so many people had something bad to say about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thing is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not perfect&lt;/span&gt;. I never was nor did I ever say I was born perfect. I'm still struggling with my faults &amp;amp; flaws every other day. I know I've done some pretty bad things in the past, some selfish acts at that, but it just got to a point when I stopped caring about keeping everyone else happy, except myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still care about the better friends in life, I always have &amp;amp; I always will. I can't deny that I'm wary of certain characters that may just cross the line though. I don't know, and I won't know until they do probably. But I am THAT close to exploding at one person, in particular, but I'm just gonna keep it in for now. I'm a very straightforward person, so I'm not gonna waste any time talking shit about you, when I can tell you off right in the face. So don't be surprised if I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I may not be the greatest friend anyone has ever had, and I have a VERY bad habit of forgetting to reply text messages or call people out when I tell them that I will, but I do hope you guys can &amp;amp; do understand. I just go with the flow most of the time &amp;amp; I don't quite fancy planning things since I've always gotta urge people to confirm&amp;amp;reconfirm asap. So please don't grow to dislike me because I hardly call anyone out ): I know I owe alot of people an apology for not having catch up with them. heh. please do forgive me, y'all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mmm, this post was quite pointless actually, but something made me write this. I don't exactly know what happened, but all I want to say is, judged and be judged. The more things you have to say about those around you, the more people will have to say about you. Take my word for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till next time, gnight chicos. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-7419581815854806260?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7419581815854806260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=7419581815854806260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/7419581815854806260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/7419581815854806260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-day-another-dawn.html' title='Another Day, Another Dawn.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-1356549321313374051</id><published>2011-07-30T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:23:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKOUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decided to do a little updating since I can't nap &amp;amp; I don't feel as if I've got better things to do right now until later; Taking the boy out for dinner tonight since it's his birthday tomorrow. He has no clue or whatsoever to where I'm taking him so tonight's gonna be fun (; Nuff' abt that, I'm jst gonna rant &amp;amp; tell you guys a little of what I've been up to since I've started my sem break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent lastlast Friday night celebrating Kink's 18th. It was a surprise, all planned by the boys. Felt good seeing the high school bunch again eventho quite a number didn't show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5758.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 505px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5758.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinks' &amp;amp; her typical I've-got-tears-in-my-eyes reaction aft&lt;br /&gt;everyone came outve hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5759-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 518px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5759-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And typical Kinks' getting all excited because the Bubba Gump&lt;br /&gt;workers told her she had to shake her booty if she wanted her cake.&lt;br /&gt;(I bet she didn't even want the cake, she just wanted to bootyshake. TYPICAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 566px; height: 424px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5754.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasri, Aidit &amp;amp; Nimisha. . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5773.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 548px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5773.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, Sanju, Ayesha &amp;amp; Wenn Hong;&lt;br /&gt;This photo abit fail cause Ayesha &amp;amp; Sanju kinda blinked but&lt;br /&gt;it's the only photo I have with them that's clear :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5767.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 549px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5767.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite photo with my favourite indian, EVER :D&lt;br /&gt;even if my face looks like utter crap, I THINK WE LOOK HAPPY. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;Only person that's missing from this photo is SEOW LI MAY.&lt;br /&gt;that bish didn't show up. SAD FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, being totally retarded here. ignore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some time after 10pm, we moved to Herris for hookahs. Its been a long time since we all just hung out like that. Makes me miss my high school years heaps on occasions like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5792.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 522px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5792.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5784.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 522px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5784.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sanju &amp;amp; Marc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5776.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 516px; height: 387px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5776.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5785.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 529px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5785.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i look high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'twas a fun time for sure. don't know when i'll be seeing everyone again but hopefully, it'll be soon. it's sad how college has torn us all apart. glad we're all still pretty tight though. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides that, it's just the casual outings with Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5799.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 516px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5799.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was at Starbucks the other day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5805.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 518px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5805.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the lady who took my order got my name wrong. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, cmonnnnn, it's not like I pronounce my name as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de-be-rah. it's debra. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEHBRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that so hard to spell? geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh, it's already 6:17PM. I'd better hit the showers. Gotta go pick up the birthday boy in abit. Haaaa. Stay tuned for updates on Levain! I just had my brunch there this morning/afternoon. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ciao bellas, x&lt;/span&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/18898846-1356549321313374051?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1356549321313374051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=1356549321313374051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1356549321313374051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1356549321313374051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/07/freakout.html' title='FREAKOUT.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-1412358669843046129</id><published>2011-07-30T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T03:17:19.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheels @ Subang Avenue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looks like updating on Thursday night was a total fail. No one could've imagined how tired I was after having gone out the whole day that day. Mehh. But I swear roller-blading was wayy fun! (; So I'll get right to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaron picked me up with Rachel already sitting in the car before picking Kai Ming up. Headed down to Subang Avenue right after &amp;amp; I was pretty pumped about it. The place is called The Wheels &amp;amp; it's pretty darn funky if you ask me! Packed with flashing lights, disco balls &amp;amp; good music, I'd say it's the ultimate disco skating experience. (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5818.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 402px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5818.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The whole place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5813.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 399px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5813.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5821.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 533px; height: 395px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5821.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND, for the price you pay, I think it's rather cheap. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5824.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 538px; height: 401px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5824.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are two types of skates; the inline skates(left), and roller skates(right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5836.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 538px; height: 402px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5836.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Personally, I like the inline skates better than the rollers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rollers felt weird &amp;amp; not even 3 minutes after I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;put them on, I took them off. :/ It's looks easier to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;move in compared to inlines but it's actually harder than it looks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5831.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 388px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5831.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Kai Ming &amp;amp; Rachel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_58332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 534px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_58332.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; not forgetting Aaron. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you guys would like to try this place out, it's :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Wheels @ Subang Avenue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10AM to 10PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give it a go y'all &amp;amp; go crazy! You won't regret it. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, It's getting late &amp;amp; I've gotta wake up early fr breakfast downtown in the morning. I'd best be getting some shut eye now so stay tuned for random updates &amp;amp; Kinks' birthday photos. Gnight all! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-1412358669843046129?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1412358669843046129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=1412358669843046129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1412358669843046129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1412358669843046129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/07/wheels-subang-avenue.html' title='The Wheels @ Subang Avenue!'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-8476012259033177278</id><published>2011-07-28T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:23:20.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightfall.</title><content type='html'>I know I said I'll update so here's an update; I'm skipping out on the kodaks though because I slept at 5 in the morning yesterday &amp;amp; woke up at 10ish. Had trouble going back to sleep &amp;amp; was going about my day feeling like I had a sufficient amount of sleep.. up until dinner time. Power napped for abit before heading out to meet my wifey, her boyfie, along with Ben &amp;amp; some of his friends. (;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably hit the sack since I've got a long day to look forward to tomorrow. Am going inline skating &amp;amp; am absolutely stoked seeing as how I've not gone roller-blading in ages! Hoping I'll be able to wake up in time for breakfast tmrw with Mayy &amp;amp; the lovelies too. I'll try my best to post up kodaks by tmrw night. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do forgive me for all the dull posts these days. I do appreciate you guys for always coming back when I update though (': I'll do what I can to keep my site alive. Buenas noches, chicos! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-8476012259033177278?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8476012259033177278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=8476012259033177278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8476012259033177278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8476012259033177278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/07/nightfall.html' title='Nightfall.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-14244196624035345</id><published>2011-07-27T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T03:46:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found Shelter.</title><content type='html'>I've found a peace of mind the past month. The kind of feeling where nothing seems real.. all too good to be true yknw? I wake up everyday, without worrying what's in store for me anymore because I've been taking things just as they come.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I left the last post hanging.. Don't need to tell me, i know. As per usual, it's the writer's block. I'm quite lazy to update too cause nothing interesting really happens these days. I'm really hoping my month's break starts to look up. All I've been doing is catching up on sleep, and bumming around with Ben, which of course is something I wouldn't complain about. (: I'd just like to be more productive;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work out starts when I wake up, despite whatever time it is. Crossing my fingers I'll get to see the people I want to see soon too! I saw the high school bunch just last Friday, &amp;amp; speaking of which, I've still got photos to post up. (; My goal for this break is to go to the beach or just getaway from here, and to rid myself of these hideous eyebags I've got ! To be honest, I've never had such massive eyebags till this year and I know the exact reasons why I've developed them but no need to bring that up. Before everything, imma try to fix my sleeping pattern first. Hence, I'll stop right here. Update again tonight. Love y'alls. xx&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/18898846-14244196624035345?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/14244196624035345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=14244196624035345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/14244196624035345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/14244196624035345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-found-shelter.html' title='I Found Shelter.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-2726216944646642127</id><published>2011-07-08T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:54:18.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Place About to BLOW.</title><content type='html'>Hello hello! Am taking a breather from my microecons assignment; having the sneezles, stressing up about finals &amp;amp; rushing assignments, is possibly one of the worst combos yet. I've always wondered why I blog only when I'm angry or stressed up about things. It's so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been up to much recently. Been trying so hard to NOT fall sick within the last few days but it's been an epic fail. Didn't even want mom to know about my flu so I'd jst avoid her around the house and stop myself from blowing my nose every few seconds. She didn't find out until dad saw me lying in bed, literally half dead today when he got home from work &amp;amp; told her. Dang it. Amazing how I even forced myself to go to college this morning when I was feeling utterly miserable. Glad I did anyway. Atleast I didn't miss out on classes. Am really grateful I had someone take care of me today though. Yknw who you are. &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Freedom Fair that was organized by all of us ADP students was pretty fun. Despite preparations were done so late &amp;amp; stuff, I say we actually managed quite well. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=261496_10150706910075484_834155483_19591076_671599_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 547px; height: 408px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/261496_10150706910075484_834155483_19591076_671599_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Iries, Merveen, JJ[ex-el-presidente] &amp;amp; yr truly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=261297_10150706888275484_834155483_19590883_7697834_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 542px; height: 404px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/261297_10150706888275484_834155483_19590883_7697834_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will[current-el-presidente], Merveen &amp;amp; Rachel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_57402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 403px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_57402.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mr. Gerard, our last sem's IT lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ADP.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 354px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/ADP.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! 2/3 of the ADP students (':&lt;br /&gt;Gotta' love em. &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week was good. So glad I got to see so many familiar faces but sadly, didn't get to spend much time with them :/ It would've reminded me of all the high school parties we had! I miss all that jazz. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5709.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 532px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5709.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_56932.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 551px; height: 414px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_56932.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 492px; height: 369px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5701.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them brothers from another mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_57062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 344px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_57062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mm, there isn't actually much for me to write about. The mind's already starting to stray back to my assignment &amp;amp; the stress! I'll blog more when the time's more suited. (: Much love you guys! Stay tuned. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-2726216944646642127?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2726216944646642127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=2726216944646642127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2726216944646642127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2726216944646642127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-place-about-to-blow.html' title='This Place About to BLOW.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4098432783921858262</id><published>2011-06-13T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T02:17:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps Getting Better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend has been by far, one of the busiest but better weekends spent. Going from place to place, staying out fr long hours, stuffing myself with extremely yummmmyy food &amp;amp; GROCERY SHOPPING. Mhmm. You read tht right. I'll start from Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YWW.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 465px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/YWW.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wifey on my left &amp;amp; Yu Wei on my right (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had class at 8 in the morning. I despise bio class on Fridays just because waking up at such an ungodly hour(yes, 6:30AM is already ungodly to me) is pure torture seeing as I'm abitve an insonmiac. Met up with Mayy &amp;amp; Yu Wei fr breakfast on campus before they had to get back to class and I waited up for Marc to get done with class since he asked for a ride home. Dropped Marc home &amp;amp; went back home to catch up on some sleep before Jun woke me up. CS then called me out for lunch so both the boys waited outside for me while I got dressed, &amp;amp; we picked NickJTan up otw to Devi's. After CS had to ciao for his basketball game, the rest of us went grocery shopping for Nick's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Giant.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 524px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Giant.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think guys should just stick to cooking; when you go grocery shopping, you're only supposed to pick up wanted goods, yes? These two fellas only know how to simply take &amp;amp; chuck it into the trolley. Its as if money freely falls from the sky! I'm like, &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;. Do you really need all that?! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the end, we couldn't even finish everything at the bbq! will get to that a little later&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for a couple of hours before heading over to Terry's to get the BBQ set then bck to Nick's where we dropped him &amp;amp; all the stuff off. Went to SV after that to meet up with Amanda, Eugene &amp;amp; Wubai. Hung around 'til abt 10.. before Tekkin joined us fr late dinner, downstairs. Was home slightly aft 11 because my gastric pains were hurting like a bitch.. Wubai offered to send me home, &amp;amp; I literally thought the pain was gonna kill me in the car. Couldnt get any sleep until 4 in the morning so I caught up on some studying before calling it a night.. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Was up by 9+ . Got dressed &amp;amp; went out with the folks to have brunch &amp;amp; pick up baby from the vet. Sadly, doc said she's still gotta stay for a few days until he's confident she's well enough to come home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Baby.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 479px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Baby.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for home after the vet &amp;amp; did absolutely nothing until 5ish. Got dressed &amp;amp; ready to go out by 6+ , picked Jun up &amp;amp; went to SV for their 1st Anniversary. Wubai, Amanda &amp;amp; Eugene were already there by the time we got there.  Played a few rounds of pool &amp;amp; foos before going down for free food &amp;amp; beer. (; Bumped into Nick Tan, whom I've not seen since March &amp;amp; he said I lost weight. &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Found it quite hard to believe but hokayyy, it's a good sign anyway :P Ben was busy working so didn't talk much. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AHEM* &lt;/span&gt;if you're reading this,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; we've still got one game of pool to settle (;&lt;/span&gt; After having a bite, went to the supermarket to pick up extra things before leaving for Nick's arnd 9PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 606px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5503.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the bbq was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt; awesome. We practically stuffed ourselves from 9PM to 2AM+, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nonstop&lt;/span&gt;. We just kept eating&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;eating&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;eating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;chasing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt;other&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;ice&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eating some more. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but fckin' ons. The lamb, the fish, prawns, squid; God, you name it. Everything was simply cooked to perfection by our very own chef, a.k.a. NickJTan. It was a really fun, chilled night anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_55122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 389px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_55122.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top:&lt;br /&gt;Wubai, Manda, Jun &amp;amp; ayeee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5518.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 513px; height: 383px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5518.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okeh&lt;/span&gt;, I had NO CLUE this photo would turn out like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; until aft I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO DONT JUDGE ME.&lt;/span&gt; CS, we're innocent, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right?! &lt;/span&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Frm left: Jun, Chia Shoon, Chris &amp;amp; Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 385px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5508.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tan brothers &amp;amp; Wubaiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_55682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 518px; height: 387px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_55682.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5536.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5536.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 519px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5535.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hobo-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 519px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5528.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 518px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5540.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummers! good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 357px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...including the root/beer. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone was complaining about how full they were even when there was so much food left. I left just before 2AM while they rest stayed on, showered &amp;amp; tried to stay up but totally knocked out within the next hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Thanks for having us over &amp;amp; cooking us all that good food, Nick! I think everyone had a real good time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday -&lt;/span&gt; Mom woke up me up to go fr breakfast and eventho I still felt like I couldn't possibly have another meal again, I got up &amp;amp; got dressed anyway. Haven't been spending much time with the folks because they've been seemingly busy the last couple of weeks with other things so I make it a point to spend time with them whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came bck home some time aft noon with intentions of going back to sleep.. tried to until Amanda finally woke up &amp;amp; texted me followed by Jun's call. Jun picked me up arnd 3+ and we went down to Sri Gombak to find the two lovebirds. Chilled fr abt an hour or so bfr going to SV to foos&amp;amp;play pool again, along with CS &amp;amp; Wubai. Bumped into Ian &amp;amp; Darren there too so played a few rounds of pool with them &amp;amp; Jun fetched me home jst bfr 7PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rather unproductive night; wanted to start on my research fr Microecons but yeah, failed miserably -.- I've got algebra in the morning and it's close to 2AM already so I'd better be going. I hope this is enough of an update, y'all! Much love, xx&lt;br /&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;/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/18898846-4098432783921858262?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4098432783921858262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4098432783921858262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4098432783921858262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4098432783921858262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/06/keeps-getting-better.html' title='Keeps Getting Better.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-487487826637279065</id><published>2011-06-07T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:54:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act Your Age, Not Your Shoesize.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lmbnm9d1AY1qidkwjo1_500_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/lmbnm9d1AY1qidkwjo1_500_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;The older I get, and the more people I begin to meet, I start to realize age is but a number. There is absolutely nothing wrong with acting like a child I think; it's when you make decisions like one and that's when you're going to be the laughing stock of the town. (: Do as you please, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; come crying back to me if you need someone to be there for you again. And I wish you all the best, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not for trying to get her back&lt;/span&gt;, but for trying to look for someone else who cared for you just as much as I did when she didn't, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's been a really unproductive day. Was comtemplating if I should have gone to see Baby at the vet when I woke up from my 4hr-nap around 5PM. Am bracing myself for mom's nagging because I know just exactly how much she loves the bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On another note, Picked up my dancing habits again and nothing beats jst working out a sweat to good beats on fullblast. (;  Haaaaaaa, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm loving life&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, going back to college again was a little depressing but it's jst a reminder that life goes on. Good thing is, I expected to do much worse for my midterms but everything seems fine. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dinner's a calling &amp;amp; I'd better go! Update again soon, x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/18898846-487487826637279065?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/487487826637279065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=487487826637279065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/487487826637279065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/487487826637279065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/06/act-your-age-not-your-shoesize.html' title='Act Your Age, Not Your Shoesize.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-2112256063624715312</id><published>2011-06-06T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T03:56:04.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Kisses, Not Boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I miss someone but i don't know who. Have you gotten that feeling before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Do you ever just lie awake in bed at night &amp;amp; have flashbacks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;"What do you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many questions that I didn't know the answer to. So many things I still don't know about but am not afraid to learn. I believe things happen for a reason. People come into our lives, sometimes they hurt us and sometimes they leave us helpless but we all know what happens to the ones who pull through after it's all over; Life's a real lesson. It's a gift we don't really take much notice on. We often count the blemishes but not the blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't exactly know where I'm going with this post but I can say even the smallest things make me happy now. (: like buying myself ice cream &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; lying in bed with a good book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; even getting new bedsheets just does the trick! I know because I just went shopping with the folks today &amp;amp; dad got me a new set of bedsheets &amp;amp; I was probably just as thrilled as a kid who just got a new action figure. Don't ask cos I wouldn't know how to explain to you why I was so thrilled but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY POINT IS&lt;/span&gt;, I feel like myself again. Am sortve still a little alien to this feeling but it feels good. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's back to college again in the morning. I can say my one week break was well spent. Got to catch up with so many familiar faces, watch so many movies, &amp;amp; basically, jst do enough to satisfy my needs of destressing. Going into the last half of my semester with full force. Study harder &amp;amp; do better cause I know I was so distracted with other things the first half of my semester. Ughh, damaged done so, to hell with that. It's just starting to rain and I'm starting to feel tired all over again. Shall call it a night &amp;amp; end it right here. Fingers crossed I keep my site updated! I'm in the process of getting my mojo back (; Ciao chicos, x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-2112256063624715312?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2112256063624715312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=2112256063624715312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2112256063624715312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2112256063624715312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/06/blow-kisses-not-boys.html' title='Blow Kisses, Not Boys.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-5972987837246201470</id><published>2011-06-02T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:42:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom, Supersonic Boom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been having a good week. No pressure &amp;amp; just pure satisfaction the whole way. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - Worked out in the morning before Kinks &amp;amp; Mayy came over for a movie &amp;amp; lunch. Really got to savour the time spent with my girls because with college &amp;amp; all the assignments in between, it's rather difficult to squeeze in time to catch up. We all know, we're growing up &amp;amp; beginning to go our seperate ways but hey, I'm more than happy to know nothing's changed between us three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_46512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 516px; height: 386px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_46512.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;(Ignore my ugleh face in the middle there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thing I love the most about these two girls?&lt;/span&gt; They've accepted me for everything I am &amp;amp; everything I'm not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They've listened &amp;amp; have not judged;&lt;/span&gt; No one really knows how good it is to feel that you actually have people who love you for who you really are &amp;amp; that you're not in their lives just to please them. I'm not saying I don't have many friends who don't love me for who I am, but there are those who feel let down &amp;amp; give up hope on me when I seem to act somehow irrationally towards something. Those are the times I know who really loves me &amp;amp; still chooses to be there for me &amp;amp; never ever have these two, have not been there for me. And what's best? We still act like a bunch of high school kids when we're together so it doesn't feel like we're really growing up or apart for that matter. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went to shoot some hoops in the evening with Dee, Yu Wei, Isaac, Sean, Dillon, Daniel, Julian &amp;amp; a few others at the park. Played one-on-one with Sean for awhile and since I haven't played in months, rusty wouldn't even be a word I'd used to describe how bad I played or how unfit I am! -.- Yu Wei came to pick me up around 9ish &amp;amp; headed to AC to yumcha &amp;amp; play pool in the night. Got to catch up with Isaac on the way home since he offered to send me home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - Woke up feeling totally sore all over. Still worked out again anyway &amp;amp; managed to spend the rest of my day at home without having ANY intentions of going out (HEH, first time) . Dad came home &amp;amp; asked what I did the whole day &amp;amp; when I replied "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;", he went "What do you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;??" . Hahah. He knows I'm not one to stay put at home but guessed I proved him wrong for the first time. Oh right, and I almost forgot, I dyed my hair again. (; Mom didn't even notice until I told her &amp;amp; she went "Whoooahhh. So red." but luckily, she likes it just as much as I do. ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RED.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 424px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/RED.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Jun picked me up at half past noon &amp;amp; we went to digital mall to get his stuff. Had lunch there &amp;amp; went to The Curve to catch a movie. Amanda texted since she had already finished all her exams for the week &amp;amp; said she wanted to watch too. Conversed over twitter because I ran outve credit &amp;amp; knowing how most of our tweets appear on the timeline of our mutual followers, Jaysen saw &amp;amp; wanted in too. So Jun &amp;amp; I went to buy extra tickets for them &amp;amp; only until we were about to go in for our movie, did we realize the tix for the rest were for a different hall -.- Was funny &amp;amp; not funny at the same time but yehh, whtvr. Lol. Kung Fu Panda 2 was really good anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BABY PO IS THE CUTEST THING THAT EVER EXISTED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SWEAR.&lt;/span&gt; (Sorry, I just had to, don't mind me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went home for dinner &amp;amp; was out again around 9ish. Picked Jun up &amp;amp; helped send Pei Wen home after her tuition before heading to Sportsville. Was a good night out cause I got to see Chris again after god knows how long. Haha. Got Aaron to come out too &amp;amp; while Amanda, Eugene, Chris Tang, Jaysen &amp;amp; a few others came too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5454-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5454-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_54512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 553px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_54512.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Mandaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 550px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5456.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 378px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5461.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 565px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_5464.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone pooled &amp;amp; foosed the night thru so didn't really get to catch up with Chris but yeah, was a good night anyway. Mom wanted me back home earlier than usual &amp;amp; I didn't want to get her all worked up so I gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; - Had intentions to stay home too and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I would until Thong called. Was quite last minute so I got dressed &amp;amp; was off to the Curve after he came to pick me up. Bugger still hasn't changed one bit. Haha. Still as arsey as before, always talking cock but was good catching up over lunch anyway. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GT.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 482px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/GT.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Met his friend Oliver &amp;amp; made plans to go to Switchblade to shisha but made a detour home to get some cash first since I went out in such a rush that I forgot I didn't have much on me. Once I got home, Amanda called &amp;amp; urged me to go to Sportsville again. Thong overheard &amp;amp; asked me to go ahead with my plans so yeah. Gave him a hug &amp;amp; he was off. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Foos.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 401px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Foos.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Met up with Amanda, Chris &amp;amp; Eugene and played again as per usual. Mm, if anyone's noticed, pool's become a weekly (sometimes daily) affair to me. Can't say I'm very good at it though because somehow I'm better at getting balls in at an angle instead of getting them in, in a straight line. -.- YES. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt; I'M VERY ODD..  but it makes me special. Ahah. Right. Being lame here. Ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm here now. Decided to be a good girl &amp;amp; stay in tonight. Had totally forgotten about Matt's gig at Laundry tonight until Jaysen reminded me about it yesterday &amp;amp; if I had kept my Thursday booked earlier on in the week, I wouldn't have gone out yesterday. Now, some of you must be thinking, why do I need to go out one day &amp;amp; stay in the other? See, under my parents roof, with freedom comes responsibility and I'm not one to abuse my freedom anymore. Like I said, I get as much as I give. I haven't seen my parents so much this week as a matter of fact so thought I'd let them know I'm still alive. Balance is always essential. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Am really looking forward to tomorrow though. Not sure what my plans are for the day but I've got a night of partying to look forward to! Haha. Fingers crossed everything goes according to plan after everything's been changed a few million times (mind you, just exaggerating) &amp;amp; the sarcasm that came from Chia Shoon about it certainly didn't help either -.- PFFT. Whatever it is, imma enjoy my day tomorrow even though I'm (partially) sick. Better be heading off to bed now if not I'm not gonna be able to live through the day tomorrow. Hehh. Gnight folks! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-5972987837246201470?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5972987837246201470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5972987837246201470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5972987837246201470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5972987837246201470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/06/boom-boom-supersonic-boom.html' title='Boom Boom, Supersonic Boom.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-924623363167346653</id><published>2011-05-27T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:37:46.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Of Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not gonna begin the post with "it's been awhile" again because I find it totally pointless for apologizing for my usual-uncalled-for-hiatus. I'm just in the mood to write today &amp;amp; that's just what I'm gonna do. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A lot has changed within the last couple of months. I've just been really busy with family &amp;amp; college; The workload, it's nothing, really. But God showed me no mercy during the past couple of weeks. With affairs of the heart being a problem to me(again), my insomnia playing up &amp;amp; my midterms, I was literally going bonkers. Imma sum up some of it in this post so if you're not looking for something to read &amp;amp; expect photos, kindly click alt+f4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Granma passed away a number of weeks back so the majority of the extended family that were overseas came home to say goodbye for the last time. It's a shame that not everyone got to come back due to their responsibilities and commitment but I'm sure granma must have been real happy to watch us all be a whole family once again.. or almost, for that matter. We're all just happy she's in a better place now along with her sister who passed away seven hours right after her. Mhmm, this came as a shocker to everyone because we didn't expect any of this happen.. but it did. But as sad as it was to see two beloved family members go at the same time, they should be happy wherever they are now since they have each other. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Affairs of the heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I know everyone's been concerned about me but I can say I've been stronger than I ever was before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 months into the year &amp;amp; I've had to deal with two different guys&lt;/span&gt;; one who liked me &amp;amp; tolerated me &amp;amp; all my bull for awhile but eventually gave up(and I don't blame him aft all the shit I put him through) and another one who just decided to come into my life, play with my feelings, give me all this false hope &amp;amp; expected me to tolerate him all throughout. Yes, you may say I'm completely brainless for doing so but admit it, we all do stupid things when we're lovestruck. Kayh, i wouldn't say it's love because I know clearly, it wasn't. But feelings still played a huge part in everything &amp;amp; our actions simply tend to go outve hand when we like someone, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have to admit, I was stupid. Naive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;A complete IDIOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I mean, after all I've been through, everyone said I should know better than to get myself hurt again but as per usual, I'm too stubborn to listen. Why do I say I'm stronger than I was before? All I can say is I'm very proud of myself with having told him off countless times that I'm done with all the bull eventho I knew I liked him &amp;amp; the fact that it'd hurt to see us go seperate ways, I still made the choice.. Of course, the first few times he said he was sorry, I'd gave in &amp;amp; give him another shot. Yet time &amp;amp; time again, things would always go back to square one so when he eventually stopped texting &amp;amp; calling me by his own will, I couldn't have been bothered because I'd had enough. Whatever it is, I'm over it now &amp;amp; I'm doing perfectly fine on my own. He was just a reminder that I can do just fine on my own &amp;amp; that I'm better off being single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To be honest, if I wanted to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;there are so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I can think of to mess everything up for him like how he made my days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;a living nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the last month &amp;amp; a half, but I'm not gonna. Its really so easy, &amp;amp; I could if I wanted to, just by exposing the truth, but I don't see a point. Fortunately for him, I'm not as immature to sink to such low extent &amp;amp; ruin something for him. Firstly, I'm not as selfish as he is. Secondly, it'll be a waste of my time &amp;amp; breath. Thirdly, it's not worth it; So screw it. What's done is done. Just leave it be. Let things run its course &amp;amp; we'll live our lives happily, seperately. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*I think I've really grown the past few months. I don't mean to say literally(sideways, maybe got lah), but what I mean to say is, I'm not as troubled as I used to be. I've learn not to take life so seriously, and to deal with things just as they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm on way better terms with my parents&lt;/span&gt; now compared to back when I was in high school. That was probably just all my raging hormones doing all the thinking.. and talking. Having ran away from home twice last year(something of which I'm really not proud of), I don't regret it, but I've realized how much my parents actually love me &amp;amp; were willing to give in just to get me back home. I know how difficult I was to deal with, but when I really began to give in willingly to whatever my parents wanted or said, they started to do the same because the thing is, relationships always works both ways &amp;amp; we've just gotta know how to give &amp;amp; take. Everything else that follows will always be better. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have WAY less drama in my life&lt;/span&gt; than I ever did before and basically, I look at everything from a different perspective now. Problems?? We don't really have any problems. Its just a matter of how you choose to look at something. Whether it offends you or it bothers you, sometimes, we simply make a bigger deal outve things than they actually are. If you think about it, there wouldn't be something bothering you if you were to think it didn't bother you at all. Problems only occur when you choose to make it a problem. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've really learned how to depend on myself &amp;amp; no one else&lt;/span&gt;; people may say they'll always be there for you no matter whatwherewhenwhy&amp;amp;how but from the way I see it, words will always be cheap. Give yourself hope that probably someone really gives a shit just as much as you do about your own problem, then I can actually tell you that you're in for disappointment. No one will ever settle your problems for you, &amp;amp; the sooner you realize you're the only one who can make everything right again, the better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's sunken into my head that it's better to be lonely than to be heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy being single anyway. It's liberating. No commitment. No shit to deal with. And it's me just being me. HAPPY, me. And since I've learned how to be independent, it doesn't bother me so much when I'm alone anymore because I don't have problems to think about and I have better things to do than be emo about being lonely.. srsly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bottom line is, I'm glad things have changed. Most of it, for the better. Now, things are just easier. I have not much to worry about except for my studies, my social life, my work life &amp;amp; my health. Mom still nags but she's loosen up tons compared to before and I don't talk back or give her the silent treatment anymore cause I know she just cares. One time, she came back from work quite frustrated and sortve leashed it out on me but she realized I looked kinda miserable, tired and I didn't seem to have the energy to say anything in my defense, within minutes, she's trying making good conversation with me, to make sure I was okay &amp;amp; what not. Its times like these that I know how much she really loves me because even though she doesn't know what's bothering me, she won't ask about it, but she's determined to make me feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's so much more I could write about but my rants are probably the least anyone would want to read about especially when this page is just currently filled with it. Essay much. Haha. Pardon me but I just haven't written in awhile (: As you can see from my previous post, it's been almost 2 months &amp;amp; heck, how time flies; Just got a week off from college cause midterms just ended yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totally ace cause I'm planning to go fcking mental&lt;/span&gt;, if you get what I mean. (; Already went out to catch POTC4 with Jun yesterday &amp;amp; then to yumcha with Dee &amp;amp; the boys later at night. Bumped into the boys &amp;amp; Lian so I hung with them after Dee &amp;amp; the boys left. Going for Fast5 later with my wifey &amp;amp; her boyfie, or my brother in other words. Can't wait! :D Then in the night, got a BBQ thing with all the ADP students and may be going for drinks after. Don't think there'll much I'll be complaining about for awhile now. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't promise you that I'll be updating again some time soon because I'll probably be busy with work next week. I'll try my best to, no doubt but don't hold your breath. Ciao chicas! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-924623363167346653?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/924623363167346653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=924623363167346653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/924623363167346653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/924623363167346653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-of-me.html' title='All Of Me.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4183220364588599693</id><published>2011-03-29T04:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T04:01:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have Is Your Absence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=la77j4Gqx41qc2u00o1_500_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 267px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/la77j4Gqx41qc2u00o1_500_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't think it matters anymore if I've grown apart from certain people. It's nothing less than normal that people come and go. And you know what? I'm okay with that. I've learned to accept that these happenings are part and parcel of life. I'm grateful though, for learning things the hard way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nothing and no one has ever emotionally tortured me to such an extent but, despite it's cons, come the pros. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; like, I've always been on training wheels thinking they'd never come off but when someone actually took the liberty to, I didn't realize when moving forward until I fell, giving me bruises me all over. But I'm partly to blame because I never thought those training wheels would come off but they did when I wasn't well prepared for the fall; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have you to thank for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've taught me how to be independent. You've planted the thought in my head telling me that one day, no one's gonna be there for me. That I'll have to be strong for my own sake, for no one but myself. And I couldn't agree with you more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As much as I'd hate to admit it, I'm still struggling to get back up on my own two feet but I'm getting there. I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me because I know I'm coming outve this a-hell-lot stronger than I was before and pity won't do any good for me so don't bother. (: I don't know how to thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; because seeing as we're not on talking terms right now or if we'll ever be talking again for that matter, I think this will have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whether you'll ever read this or not, I hope all is good with you. No matter how bad things may have ended between the both of us, I will never come to terms of hating you for the choice you chose. I respect your decision and as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. I hope you find everything you're looking for and more. Take care and all the best, J. x&lt;/span&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/18898846-4183220364588599693?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4183220364588599693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4183220364588599693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4183220364588599693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4183220364588599693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-have-is-your-absence.html' title='All I Have Is Your Absence.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-5639593447565190437</id><published>2011-03-18T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:20:58.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Get Shaky, Break The Rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woke up to Amanda call this morning. Had, what? Abt 8 hours of sleep? Haha. It's been awhile. (: I have so much to update on and I guess I'd better get right to it before anything else comes in the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been two weeks since my birthday has passed &amp;amp; my emotional well being has been on a roller coaster ever since. As I blogged in the beginning of the week, I mentioned I was studying for my finals and jie was around as well so I had quite abit to keep myself busy ; My birthday on the other hand started out really well; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NickJTan called jst bfr midnight &amp;amp; he sounded as if he was really upset, said that he fought with his parents and told me tht he was outside my house. Of course with my mind being elsewhere &amp;amp; thinking about my own shit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't have a clue &amp;amp; least expected the second family - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayy, Dee, Asif, Amanda, Eugene, NickJTan, William, Eileen, &amp;amp; Sean&lt;/span&gt; - to surprise me at my gate at the strike of midnight with a slice of cake when I opened my front door . (':  Too bad I don't have any kodaks. Was so glad they came over tho, really made my night. They stayed fr abt an hr &amp;amp; we talked abt plans we'd made fr the night. Hugged everyone goodbye around 1AM (: Rachel even stopped by in the afternoon just to pass me my present! Really appreciated her effort cause she's only came to my house once, wasn't sure of her way around the area &amp;amp; made the effort to make calls jst to get directions to come over. I can't say how much I love her, for real. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 607px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae &amp;amp; Dee's presents to me; Dee got me a really good eyeliner! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 571px; height: 382px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture020.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;And Rae got me a really pretty charm bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;She slipped in a free makeover voucher too in the bag. (Y) Double loveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the presents, babes! Much loveeeee! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to Pavillion during the day with the folks &amp;amp; jie. Dad was so fascinated with Sticky that everytime mom, jie &amp;amp; i were to stop at a shop fr awhile, he'd walked bck over to Sticky to look at how they were making the stuff. Uber cute. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_42622.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 579px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_42622.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People are beginning to say we look more alike now. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 years apart but still as tight as ever. I love her to bits &amp;amp; I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so glad we didn't fight over anything when she came back this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Won't write much abt what happen in the night. Its nothing I'm ashamed of, really and if you'd like to knw, you can always ask me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_42922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_42922.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_42962.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 352px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_42962.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_42902.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 353px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_42902.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_42932.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 353px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_42932.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_43572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 350px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_43572.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_43382.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 355px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_43382.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_43162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 456px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_43162.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;botakboiiiiiiiii! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was my last night of partying before I went totally MIA with the bunch. Was completely antisocial &amp;amp; stayed at home for most of the week. The only times I went out was fr college, group studies/assignment &amp;amp; to spend quality time with jie. Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Days in college ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 577px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4385.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amandaaaa (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=189671_116762041732296_100001955015461_126473_129613_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 437px; height: 582px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/189671_116762041732296_100001955015461_126473_129613_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During class. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 368px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4393.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ENC 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Casey, Aaron, Mr. Sina, Vilton, Jeanette, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yrs truly&lt;/span&gt;, Rachel, Merveen, Audrey, Charmaine &amp;amp; Cleo. We're a small class but class is still pretty fun, nonetheless. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 596px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4400.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vilton, Rae &amp;amp; I with Mr. Sina. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group assignments and study seshs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't expect to see kodaks of us studying cause most of 'em are of us blowing off some steam aft a long day. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;At Lucky9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_43772.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 557px; height: 458px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_43772.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With Aaron, David &amp;amp; Vilton. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_43822.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 558px; height: 417px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_43822.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Rae, David &amp;amp; I literally went bonkers at Starbucks w/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;David's Mac when we were supposed to be studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Laughed like maniacs but only because they're really good photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=189055_117866128288554_100001955015461_132260_2115252_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 554px; height: 415px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/189055_117866128288554_100001955015461_132260_2115252_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=184658_117869424954891_100001955015461_132302_835273_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 557px; height: 417px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/184658_117869424954891_100001955015461_132302_835273_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=199629_117869588288208_100001955015461_132305_2085477_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 562px; height: 422px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/199629_117869588288208_100001955015461_132305_2085477_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=197403_117867821621718_100001955015461_132282_2003589_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 558px; height: 417px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/197403_117867821621718_100001955015461_132282_2003589_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;David : Okay okay! Act macho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*does pose &amp;amp; the timer goes off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;David : HAHA. I didn't mean literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't think of anything else to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=189382_117866954955138_100001955015461_132269_1412354_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 560px; height: 419px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/189382_117866954955138_100001955015461_132269_1412354_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=183386_117867568288410_100001955015461_132278_6006425_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 553px; height: 414px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/183386_117867568288410_100001955015461_132278_6006425_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=195986_117866211621879_100001955015461_132261_3610798_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 554px; height: 417px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/195986_117866211621879_100001955015461_132261_3610798_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RAE! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I MISS YOU! YUMCHA SOON. AT AARON'S SHOP. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=197956_117867221621778_100001955015461_132270_7720704_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 553px; height: 415px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/197956_117867221621778_100001955015461_132270_7720704_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry, but I believe I'm one of a kind. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, those were taken jst a day before finals started. Haven't been up to much this week. Spent my entire Tuesday after my CIS 101 exam going around Hartamas with jie and then getting my nails done while jie had a much needed massage. -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll blog about food and others the next post!&lt;/span&gt; - Yup, pampered ourselves like mad that day. Now, it's back to me being an only child at home again since jie went back on Wednesday night. I miss her terribly already ); I should really save up money to go to Melbourne on my own again for a short holiday to spend more time with her. HEH. Come to think of it, I think maybe I'll consider doing tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last two days hangin' around Subang. Went to find Kinks &amp;amp; Nic Tan in INTI on Wednesday but I couldn't stay for long so told them Mayy &amp;amp; I would be back the next day. I'm gonna go really off topic here but the cue sticks in AC are so much lighter compared to the ones in Lucky9! I just had to say it so don't mind me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_45312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_45312.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinks,&lt;/span&gt; everyone?! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're living a street away from each other, I haven't seen her fr awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that's what college does to high school friends. People tend to grow apart physically,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm glad we still haven't changed the way we are towards each other! (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_45342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 416px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_45342.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm, and that girl on the extreme right has also been MIA in my life. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seowwww&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I've missed how we three would be together so it was good just catching up. Hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_45422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 606px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_45422.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is Nic Tan. (: Went to INTI to show some support fr him since he joined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a talent show. Unfortunately, time didn't permit me to stay long enough &amp;amp; I had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ciao within an hour aft the competition had started. He had my vote anyway! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's where yesterday came into the picture. I'm not gonna write a word about heartbreak today cause I think I've written enough about all that crap in my previous posts. Started my day in a rush. I woke up late since I slept late the night before again &amp;amp; I had errands to run before going down to Subang. Waited fr Mayy, did a few things &amp;amp; was down in Subang just before 1pm. For some odd reason, time seemed to pass really slow yesterday. No complains though cause I really got to savour the time spent with my girls. (':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had lunch at AC when Joel came to look for me. We hung out for awhile before he had to head up to class. He was about half an hour late. Haha, even the day before, Kinks was abt 20 mins late for class. I'm now starting to think Mayy &amp;amp; I may be a bad influence. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_45502.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 607px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_45502.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BOTAK. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_45522.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 567px; height: 425px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_45522.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KinkyKavee &amp;amp; CrazyMayy. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After lunch, we headed up to play a couple of rounds of pool. We were fooling around so those two games actually took us awhile to finish. Mayy's been wanting to camwhore so yeah. You're gonna be expecting a lot of photos of her &amp;amp; I fr the next two weeks. If not here, then facebook. HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_45752.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 549px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_45752.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4579.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 418px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4579.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walked back down to McD's aft tht. On our way there, as we were walking and talking, we passed a few people when Mayy suddenly stopped and said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Did someone jst call your name? I heard someone say yr name&lt;/span&gt;" . Being as oblivious as I always am to my surrounding, I gave her a simple no but turned around to look anyway &amp;amp; I saw Kenny and Jian Lin. Haha. I think the world is too small. Talked to them for abit then headed on to Mcd's. Kinks had to head back up to class just before 4PM and that's when Nic called. Told him where we were &amp;amp; he came to see us eventually. We moved back to AC but went to KTZ bfr to look fr Kenton. It was raining when we wanted to leave so we just sat down to talk for awhile. Only left around close to 5PM &amp;amp; we were lucky we didn't get caught in the jam. Went straight to the Curve fr gym aft, which would explain why I was supposed to turn in early last night cause I was soooo tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_46082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 603px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_46082.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were waiting fr someone to get bck to us with our ID cards, &amp;amp; we got bored. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_45892.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 405px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_45892.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, I got Mayy to play the Idiot Test on my iTouch &amp;amp; she's not happy with her almost average results! It's tough because you have to read the questions properly before you do anything. It's a great app. Requires you to think logically &amp;amp; strategically. I'd recommend it to anyone who loves a challenge jst as much as I do. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's about it I guess. (: Going to the gym again later. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gonna try out yoga for a change&lt;/span&gt;. Ahaha. My calves hurt from body combat yesterday so I'm hoping the stretching won't be too strenuous After that, am meeting up with the bunch at safa. Even though I hate the place cause their service sucks balls, I'm just going there to see the second family. Gonna follow up on HIMYM for now since I've got nothing else better to do. Ahhaaaaa. Ciao cincaus! Stay tuned for more. xx&lt;/span&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/18898846-5639593447565190437?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5639593447565190437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5639593447565190437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5639593447565190437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5639593447565190437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-get-shaky-break-rules.html' title='Baby Get Shaky, Break The Rules.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6781556789114251662</id><published>2011-03-18T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T03:08:08.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Only Wished For Better ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was supposed to turn in early today. Mad tired cause I've been up &amp;amp; about without much sleep. Rushing from one place to another too. Not to mention gym was killer today! I'm darnn surprised at how my body could still keep up with the pace though. BodyCombat kicks ass, i swear. However, I've no clue to why I'm still up. I know my body's physically tired, &amp;amp; maybe I'm a little braindead too. I should probably go get some shut eye anyway. Been up 'til 4AM++  for almost five consecutive nights already &amp;amp; if I don't fix my erratic sleeping pattern, I should be expecting a serious meltdown one of these days. And I certainly DONT want tht. Will update when it's bright &amp;amp; sunny out. Goodnight folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_46012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 388px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_46012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after gym today, with Mayy on the right. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;// One look at you had my heart racing &amp;amp; my hands shaking. I wanted to just go over &amp;amp; talk to you but.. I ran away instead. I wasn't angry at you, but I was afraid of how you'd react if I did go over to talk to you. What would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have done if I really did anyway? &lt;/span&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/18898846-6781556789114251662?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6781556789114251662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6781556789114251662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6781556789114251662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6781556789114251662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-only-wished-for-better.html' title='I Only Wished For Better ;'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4702974167513958635</id><published>2011-03-15T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:31:40.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lbba8v2mvS1qbz4h4o1_400_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/lbba8v2mvS1qbz4h4o1_400_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;// My stress level has gone down to almost zilch. Why? Because my hormones are acting up again; Going through possible shit at home, trying to keep myself together &amp;amp; I've got a test to sit for in the morning, at 9:30AM, when I'm not even sure if I've studied enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life throws the shittiest of shit at you at the shittiest time. It's been awhile.. and I thought I had finally let go. Too bad thinking of something &amp;amp; feeling something else come under two totally different categories. What hurts the most? Was having said goodbye thinking we'd still remain the same when you got back, when I lost you and didn't get the chance to bid goodbye properly instead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbyes never hurt..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;not unless you know you're never gonna say hello again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Get the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been almost 3 weeks since I last saw you, when everything was still good; Now, I'm clueless if we've cut ties. If, you'd think I'd be a pest if I were to talk to you. If, you'd tell me to move on again. If you actually even still care about me at the very least. Yeah, it hurts but.. not as much as feeling as if I've completely lost you, as a friend too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-4702974167513958635?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4702974167513958635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4702974167513958635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4702974167513958635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4702974167513958635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/losing-faith.html' title='Losing Faith.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-3962551723507598989</id><published>2011-03-08T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T04:07:51.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Truths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now playing : Rest of me - Late Night Alumni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lgqp4kzhFk1qdj497o1_500_large.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/lgqp4kzhFk1qdj497o1_500_large.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There have been times when my heart questions the what ifs, but my head quickly fills up the blank spaces with oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lhbsd8xT7j1qb3pcio1_500_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/lhbsd8xT7j1qb3pcio1_500_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Part of me wants to re-live everything all over again, but part of me says it's not worth it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe it's not about what I wanted, or what you wanted, but it's about what we both could've really learned &amp;amp; taught each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lfylzvyPPS1qzcgsno1_500_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/lfylzvyPPS1qzcgsno1_500_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, I'm slowly moving on. Ironically, with or without you, it still hurts; I know everyone else around me is trying their best to make me happy, and I can't say they haven't. It's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;// i neeeeeddsss ta'be more focused. i thought after a few days, everything would blow over and I'd be back to normal like how I always am but I was wrong. Shopping &amp;amp; (not even!) partying has helped. I know you're still somewhere trapped inside my head no matter how busy I try to let myself be because, at the end of the day when I'm up &amp;amp; alone in the wee hours of the morning, it jst boils down to the same shitty feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh It's time I find myself again. I think I've maybe forgotten how to be me for a bit. Jap. Lemme' find my face &amp;amp; I promise, I'll be back to normal. (; bare with me in the meantime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-3962551723507598989?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3962551723507598989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=3962551723507598989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3962551723507598989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3962551723507598989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/hard-truths.html' title='Hard Truths.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-2681164091893827559</id><published>2011-03-03T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T02:15:05.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's The Night You Prepared Me For.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things ended. And guess what? No one's really here to comfort me; I can't cry anymore.. It's not that I don't want to. I'm awfully sad, but.. I expected things to end. I know you wanted to gimme' a week to prepare for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I brought this onto myself &amp;amp; I deserve it anyway. I don't know if this was ever love, but people say, if you like/love someone that much, let them go. Keeping them from leaving is not gonna make them happy either way. I know atleast I gave it one last try. Seeing you for one last time for real closure would have been a much better way to end things but too bad this is as best as it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know this is bound to make me stronger. Someway, somehow, it's a lesson learnt the hard way. People tell me, one way to get over everything is to erase anything that holds any trace evidence of what used to be, but no. I'm not gonna do that. I'm gonna deal with it. Even if things hurt like a bitch now, it'll resolve with time. I know I'm not one to sit around &amp;amp; mope for long. I may, just for awhile but I'll be back on my feet in a matter of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To Amanda, Deirdre, Mayy, Rachel, NickJTan, Joel, Asif &amp;amp; Nic Tan, you all have been nothing but the best. Thank you for being there for me the past week, checking up on me when I'm jst trying to keep everything to myself. It's nothing but a blessing. (: I'd like to thank the one person for everything he's given me the past 2months+ too. He put up with a lot of my shit, respected me &amp;amp; I was lucky to have him for as long as I had him. So, thanks Jey. You've really been amazing &amp;amp; i'll miss hanging out with someone like you. (: It was good fun all the way. Don't know if you'll read this but take care anyway. All the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, I'd better be hitting the sack soon. Bfast with NickJTan tmrw, then lunch at the Curve with Kar Kei &amp;amp; the rest. (: It's gonna make up for all the meals I missed these past few days. Naits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-2681164091893827559?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2681164091893827559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=2681164091893827559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2681164091893827559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2681164091893827559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/tonights-night-you-prepared-me-for.html' title='Tonight&apos;s The Night You Prepared Me For.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6203015842996008697</id><published>2011-03-02T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:34:29.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Fast, Die Young. Go All In.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Having a breather from the books. (: Have been a good girl today. Stayed in most of the day &amp;amp; went out with jie only arnd 4ish to visit granma &amp;amp; then to the Curve to hangkai. It's been a long time since jie &amp;amp; I could berbond like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text"&gt;♥ I even bumped into Mr. Sina - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my english lecturer&lt;/span&gt; - at the Curve, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;.. it was.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;odd&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been trying to keep myself busy to stop thinking about things. It's working. Thankfully, nothing has disrupted my concentration in class. Went out with Dee to Herris last night to meet up with Leysha &amp;amp; Pei Wen but we bumped into the 6T9ners &amp;amp; the other ttdi boys, &amp;amp; the BSD boys came too. Took the opportunity to catch up with the boys. It's been ages since I last saw them so it was all good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 564px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture0022.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 565px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture0172.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogre loveeeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture025-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 327px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture025-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee &amp;amp; Aidit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0262.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 329px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture0262.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo &amp;amp; Mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0292-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 553px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture0292-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 493px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture0142.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text"&gt;Marc asked me to take up a job. He said the place is short of staff &amp;amp; the pay's not too bad. Hours are flexible too. Tempting. But am still considering. In the meantime, exams are my first priority. (: I probably already screwed up the majority of my highschool life, so I'm not gonna do the same thing in college. I promised myself that and it's a promise I'll keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My semester's ending earlier than expected too. 15th of March is gonna be my last day 'til.. the first week of April? I'M GOING FOR A HOLIDAY. I don't care. And maybe Genting again since Aidit ajaked. (: No, Genting is not gonna count as a holiday since it'll be just a day trip. And it'd be great to get together with the high school bunch again &amp;amp; go crazy just like old times. Then maybe Penang &amp;amp; the beach? (; Ahh, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my plans all lined up nicely for the rest of the week too. Guess who's turning 18? Initially, my week looked totally dead. Now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;dinner&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;dinner&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;dinner&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yumcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;dinner&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I'm all hyped up. Will try &amp;amp; find time to keep everyone updated! And I just wanted to say thanks to all of those who read my blog religiously. Y'all are awesome for always coming back even though I was on a hiatus over long period of time. Gotta' get back to ma' books now. Time's a wasting. (; Sleep tight everyone, xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" jsid="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"even though I'm not crying, it doesn't mean it's not heartbreaking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ditto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6203015842996008697?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6203015842996008697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6203015842996008697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6203015842996008697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6203015842996008697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/live-fast-die-young-go-all-in.html' title='Live Fast, Die Young. Go All In.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4846206187478867869</id><published>2011-03-01T09:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:17:27.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Pill-Ing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lh4gkf1xQJ1qddkhgo1_500_large.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 264px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/tumblr_lh4gkf1xQJ1qddkhgo1_500_large.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave in to everything last night. I'm not usually like this. No. Not with other guys. What is it about you? I can't tell. But what happen last night.. I haven't felt hurt like that in years, I can tell you that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is exactly what I was afraid of. It's exactly what I tried to stop myself from getting into. How I told you that I was scared of letting myself get hurt again.. that one particular night but you reassured me, saying that things are gonna be fine, that I gotta know "some things are worth hurting for"; I didn't mind making myself look pathetic last night because I'm hanging on to the things you told me the other night.. That night I gave you a chance to change things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not going to be selfish, point fingers and say that you broke my heart.. even though it hurts this bad, I still want to fight for it because I know, I'm the one who made you unhappy to begin with. Baby, I'm human, and you told me that's what you like about me, that I'm not perfect. I've made my mistakes, I've realized them &amp;amp; I've apologized. Only because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; sorry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you give me a chance make things right again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I've got one week to pull myself together. To prepare for the worst. To only hope for the best; The one week that I've got to worry about my SPM results, studying for my finals and.. losing you; Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-4846206187478867869?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4846206187478867869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4846206187478867869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4846206187478867869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4846206187478867869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/03/chill-pill-ing.html' title='Chill Pill-Ing.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-2511721206595920529</id><published>2011-02-28T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:17:27.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Things That Cross My Mind A Lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I having for lunch today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do I wear?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was that a message tone I heard?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the name of that song?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Omgoshh, can you drive any slower?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to stare?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- lately - Will things ever change?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=86e138c66fc9ff6149afec13fdb217a8_h_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/86e138c66fc9ff6149afec13fdb217a8_h_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When people ask me if I'm alright, it just reminds me of how I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't keep pretending that I'm okay. Not when you're so ignorant to everything. We're two totally different people, and I think we both want different things. You puzzle me. My heart tells me to hold on but my head tells me to let go. I want to be rational about all of this. Rash decisions are only gonna make things worse but do I always have to be the one to bring up a problem? I feel like nuisance. &lt;br /&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/18898846-2511721206595920529?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2511721206595920529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=2511721206595920529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2511721206595920529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2511721206595920529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/02/seven-things-that-cross-my-mind-lot.html' title='Seven Things That Cross My Mind A Lot.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6872295062811477717</id><published>2011-02-27T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:49:21.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight ways to win my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I won't disclose this in such detail. I'm not gonna let any boy know exactly how to get to me. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't leave me hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put aside your ego.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accept me as I am &amp;amp; don't try to change me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I wanna pay fr the meal, let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always be honest with me, no matter how much it hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be there for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Here are pictures from Friday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 541px; height: 362px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Nick picked me up first before all the others so I got to sit shotgun in his new Vios. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Chilled at the Jetty, OU for the rest of the afternoon after Dee &amp;amp; Nick were all done getting pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 356px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="messageBody" &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 526px; height: 351px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Why so angryyyy? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 351px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture014.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;kena influenced by jey -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 597px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture022.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 600px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture026.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Nick's industrial piercing. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 481px; height: 591px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture0302.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Quite the candid. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Was another chilling day just sitting down by the water during the afternoon rain, gabbing with Dee&amp;amp;the boys. Went to Fat Spoon in D'sara Utama to satify my craving for red velvet! Totally yumz. P: I went home as happy as a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I know I was supposed to blog about Genting a few days ago too. It isn't too late now, so I think I'mma do that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Managed to wake up to Manda's text around 8ish in the morning despite going through a tough&amp;amp;late night a few hours before. In other words, I didn't get much sleep. Woke everyone else up, showered &amp;amp; got everything set before Jey came to pick me up arnd 9ish. Everything was going according to plan until we realized that Dee was still fast asleep when she wasn't picking up our calls. William suggested we throw rocks at her window from the back of her house but jst as we were abt to, Nick managed to get through to her cell. Was on the road to Sri Gombak to meet up with Amanda&amp;amp;Eugene by 10ish. After having breakfast at Mcd's, we headed up to get the fun started. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_42112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 564px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_42112.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeyy ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(why I said I got influenced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_41002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 558px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_41002.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deeeeeeee! :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 492px; height: 368px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4103.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eugene, Nick &amp;amp; William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_41152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 545px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_41152.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; Dee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_41182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 409px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_41182.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_41472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 535px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_41472.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 530px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4179.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the boys + my camera = camwhore shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 560px; height: 419px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4181.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 558px; height: 418px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4153.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My failed jumpshot. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nick can jump friggin' high.. &amp;amp; i'm friggin' jealous. like friggin'...yeaaah. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 419px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4183.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_41862.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 555px; height: 415px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_41862.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;manwhore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We came back down after 4hoursplus. The ride down was way colder than being up there itself. Even got sunburned while we were up there &amp;amp; I could walk around the place without my hoodie! Went back to Nick's to chill aft that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 419px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_4191.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's hard to catch him with his eyes open. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Had dinner with him &amp;amp; Joe that night, then we went to Desa Park City after we dropped Joe back home. It was nice just sitting down to enjoy the slight breeze &amp;amp; the sights. I learned something from Jey too; If I could tell you how good that day really was, it really wouldn't be that good anymore. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's 2:13AM as we speak &amp;amp; I'm rather sleepy. Spent my entire afternoon today (technically yesterday) in Times Square, shopping. Didn't buy much but will probably be heading there again on Monday! Everthing's dirt cheap &amp;amp; not as lalafied as before. Which reminds me, I've gotta rid my closet of unwanted clothes. I shall &amp;amp; I will.... when i'm free. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have a good Sunday, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture034.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.s. check out Sherwin&amp;amp;his band's video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUgXYrqjKYk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a good song, so show some love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6872295062811477717?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6872295062811477717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6872295062811477717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6872295062811477717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6872295062811477717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/02/eight-ways-to-win-my-heart.html' title='Eight ways to win my heart.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6037536893410981718</id><published>2011-02-26T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:08:47.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Things About Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture0292.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 526px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Picture0292.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm short &amp;amp; I've accepted the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends have all the power to bully me, but no one else does. I swear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get excited everytime anyone has a ghost story to tell eventho I'm scared shitless of 'em.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in karma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would go absolutely anywhere for good food. Especially pretty places that are up to par!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a hopeless romantic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not a huge fan of make up. The only make up I probly can't live without is an eyeliner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love dressing up but I'm more of a "casual is comfort" kindve person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always wanted to travel the world since I was a little girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If everyone's so afraid of being who they want to be, then what has the world come to be? People only gossip out of jealousy &amp;amp; disrespect. Hence, why give a shit? In life, you have got to learn how to live the way you want to live; when you're so self conscious about what people think about you, you begin to lose your self confidence. Be confident in what you have to say or do, just as long as you know the difference between the right &amp;amp; the wrong, live your life the way it should be lived &amp;amp; no less. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Totally ranting here and it's close to 3AM. Had a good day with Dee, Nick, William, Sean &amp;amp; Eric. Had lunch at Damansara Kim, headed to OU after, then D'sara Utama for cake. Nick dropped me back home, I had my dinner then William picked me up &amp;amp; we went to Dee's hse to watch a couple of movies with Amanda&amp;amp;Eugene! Was back home by 11:30PM. I'm soooo tired &amp;amp; my eyes are drying up. Gonna go talk on the phone for abit now &amp;amp; turn in after. Come back during the day or maybe tomorrow for pictures &amp;amp; challenge #3! (; Gnight lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;I want your fingers intertwined with mine on cold nights like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6037536893410981718?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6037536893410981718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6037536893410981718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6037536893410981718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6037536893410981718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/02/nine-things-about-myself.html' title='Nine Things About Myself.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6107727898925068618</id><published>2011-02-25T03:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:18:38.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Day Challenge Mou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day Ten: One confession.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;///&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial"&gt;the sisters come first! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial"&gt;#1 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amanda Tan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial"&gt;You're amazing for standing up for me sometimes &amp;amp; I love you for being yourself; so loud &amp;amp; proud. (; I hope you know I'm here for you anytime you need me just as you've been there for me as well. And babe, don't ever change or have doubts about yourself okay? Be who you are because the ones that love you, will always accept you no matter what. Yknw I love you, Mandaaaa! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#2 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brianne Chen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss you &amp;amp; I wish you were still around ); Within the couple of months that I got to know you &amp;amp; all those nights we spent, out for a drink, you have been nothing but a tonve fun. I hope you're settling okay in the land down under! I'm still here for you if you ever need me. I promise. (: And i meant it when I said I'd fly down there jst to kick whoever's backside that needs a good kicking.. whoever that tries to be funny with you. HEHE. I love you, Briii!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#3 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deirdre Wong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're my pillar of strength. I can't say how thankful I am that we've grown so close. You're among one the few that honestly understands me. I love how sometimes, eventho I keep to myself when I'm having a hard time, you just call, cut to the chase &amp;amp; ask "Sayang oii, what's wrong?" . You're not afraid to tell me things that may hurt me but that's what I love. Honesty. How we're always so real with each other, with no complications. I just wanna thank you for always taking care of me &amp;amp; being there for me, through thick or thin. I love you, baby! :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#4 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seow Li May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WIFEY! ARGH. I miss sitting beside you in school everyday! How I used to annoy you by literally sticking to you, &amp;amp; you annoying me by singing the same line of Bieber's Baby song every single day. Pfft. Even though we hardly see each other now, I still love how we can cheer each other up when we're down in the dumps, just by telling each other lame jokes. I love the fact that we're both hopeless when thinking of what we should do about our problems but both of us only helping each other out. Even though sometimes I'm not happy with what you do or what decisions you make, I still accept you for who you are cause I know we're all only human and we're meant to make mistakes. ANYWAY, I LOVE YOU LONG TIME OKAY. You'll always be my wife. (: xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#5 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catherhea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The one &amp;amp; only sister who has always kept me grounded &amp;amp; has always believed in me. She tells me that everything's gonna be okay when she knows how fcked up I feel at times. She's among the few who dares to dress the way she likes, do whatever she wants &amp;amp; say exactly what she feels she should say. I may never have said this but I look up to her for that. Best of all? She accepts me for who I am, without the slightest hint of judgement or dislike. If you're reading this jie, thank you for always accepting me as I am &amp;amp; for always making me feel better about myself when in doubt. You're a blessing in my life. I love you, Cat! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#6 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicholas Jamie Tan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Youuuuu.... YOUUUUUU.... You confuse me alot. :/ I've developed a love for you as my big brother. I know you've always been protective of me. You provide me fair warnings, if which I may add, have ruined some of my previous relationships but that's the thing about you.. I still care about what you have to say. The thing about you &amp;amp; i? Fighting over everything is just the way our friendship works. Without our fights, it just wouldn't be the same. But I'm always thankful you have been there to comfort me in many ways possible. So thanks, NickTheNINJAHH. (: lotsa loveee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#7 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jey Loo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know you're not one who's good with words but there are times, you are just manis to the max. Other times, maybe too carefree. Will not get into that but I wanna thank you for taking time to spend with me lately. (: I appreciate how you travel the distance every other day just to have lunch &amp;amp; probably catch a movie with me.. or how you don't mind hanging out with my friends &amp;amp; make the effort to socialize with them.. But most of all, I wanna say sorry if I've been difficult to handle. Much love, x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#8 : &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The one&amp;amp;only manwhore! :D I've really enjoyed your company for the past few months. I know we've been friends since lower secondary but I never got to know you for real until now. I like the fact that you don't believe what gossip you hear about people &amp;amp; that you choose to get to know someone personally before judging them through the things you've heard. It's hard to find people who are like you these days. Please don't ever change because you're awesome just the way you are. lotsa loveee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#9 :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asif&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My unbiological dad. (': Through tuition, basketball, &amp;amp; school, you have been nothing but a great friend. I miss those days we used to study at Dee's. It'd be just you, Dee &amp;amp; I. How there were so much of shit we shared with each other all those nights. Or how I used to lean on your Ogre arm when I'm tired during our Pn. Rubiah days, or how we would talk about something infrontve Ms. Ng &amp;amp; whenever she caught us&amp;amp;gave us the stare, we'd pretend to be asking each other addmath questions, or how you stood up to my mom for me &amp;amp; said you'd accompany me home that night she left me stranded in BU. There is so much I will always be grateful for and you've been a great friend, Asif. Memang terbaekkkkkkk! (; hehe! LOVE YOU THE BANYAKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#10 :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel Lim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Babe, although we've only been friends for a very short period of time, you're really something. (: I'm glad that we met on our first day &amp;amp; that we can relate to alot of things in life. I don't know if you feel it but I find that it's really easy for me to open up to you. I honestly wouldn't know what I'd do without you in college. Love you lots! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt; I'm surprised it took me longer than I had expected to write this post. No wonder they call it a challenge. Anywoo, the names tht have been mentioned above are the ones who played a huge role in my life &amp;amp; are still playing the role. I would never trade any of them for anything else in the world. They feel like family to me. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's currently 3:47AM on a Friday morning. Fortunately, I don't have class today. (: I'm so glad I get to sleep in. I'll call it a night for now. Update soon!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6107727898925068618?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6107727898925068618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6107727898925068618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6107727898925068618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6107727898925068618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-day-challenge-mou.html' title='10 Day Challenge Mou?'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-8468611805169591321</id><published>2011-02-24T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:53:39.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Are Worthwhile Are Never Easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's why, our whole lives, we have to learn how to suck it up &amp;amp; be strong. Life will always have it's ups and downs. No matter what you do about it, there will be times you'll feel like you're stuck in a rut, feeling totally helpless and down but if you're all by yourself, who's gonna comfort you? Be in tune with your feelings but never numb yourself from the pain. Do it too often &amp;amp; baby, you'll lose all that life in you. The best option is to stick it out like you know what you're supposed to do &amp;amp; atleast be in control of the situation. Just keep calm &amp;amp; carry on.. or in my case..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lg1tfbNh8m1qgytmxo1_500_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/lg1tfbNh8m1qgytmxo1_500_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EAT. For me, ice cream always helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Going out with Dee, Dillon &amp;amp; Isaac. Meeting up with Sap &amp;amp; the bunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Update tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cheerios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/18898846-8468611805169591321?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8468611805169591321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=8468611805169591321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8468611805169591321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8468611805169591321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-that-are-worthwhile-are-never.html' title='Things That Are Worthwhile Are Never Easy.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6589667387625912804</id><published>2011-02-23T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:23:42.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“ I’ve learned a lot these past few years, through my fake smiles and unseen tears, that friends sometimes are not forever and true love does not always last. the good memories stay with you but the good moments go by fast. but someone will always be there, someone that honestly does care. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I've learned to put up walls in my life. I've learned how to stop expecting things to avoid being torn into pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Learned how not to let anyone get close enough to hurt me because I'm scared of the pain that'll follow through. The pain that comes with every promise broken, every lie told, every story you've ever told someone you thought you could trust, every bit of feeling like you've just been used to someone else's benefit &amp;amp; jst plain afraid of not being appreciated enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to make me think of you otherwise because I'm beginning to feel like I should be keeping a distance from you as I'm falling deeper with time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighh&lt;/span&gt;  I'm sorry.. it's just been a rough night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6589667387625912804?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6589667387625912804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6589667387625912804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6589667387625912804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6589667387625912804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/02/toxic.html' title='Toxic.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-250567820677179370</id><published>2011-02-22T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:25:34.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could This Be A Comeback?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been meaning to blog over the last couple of weeks but I never got the chance to or I'd just lose my inspiration everytime I came online or my internet would jst be totally arsey with me &amp;amp; not let me upload photos; I've lost my mojo for quite awhile now.. experienced a writers block for what seemed like years &amp;amp; I've been jotting things down on notebooks more than I've been blogging which counts as a rare occasion because I never used to do tht. I'd just blog about everything. Every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thing. I remember how everyone used to blog. Now, it seems that Tumblr's all the rage. I sortve refuse to start a Tumblr because.. as much as I love looking at amazing photos &amp;amp; all the pretty typography, it's nothing compared to blogging. It's more personal than just reblogging someone else's work. Then again, this is in my own opinion. I mean no offense or whatsoever to those who use Tumblr . Different people have different taste, tht's all. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been months since I've last posted anything worth the read. I tweet most of the time because I've been on the go every other day ever since SPM ended. It's now almost about three months worth of going places, meeting new people &amp;amp; keeping in touch with old friends. Three months is a long time but I don't think I'm as satisfied, with what I've been doing all this time - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or things I haven't done yet atleast&lt;/span&gt; - , as I actually should be. No disappointments or regrets though. 2011 has been nothing but smooth sailing so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_35682.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Rachel! (;&lt;br /&gt;We bumped into each other on the way to orientation. It was our first day at college &amp;amp; we both jst clicked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_35432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 381px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_35432.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual nights that happen on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_35382.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_35382.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayy &amp;amp; Dee. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_36292.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_36292.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sisterhood. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_36602.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 377px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_36602.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jey, Tim &amp;amp; Leysha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_37152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 485px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_37152.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friends. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_36762.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_36762.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hot rockin' babes. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 557px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_3701.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the boys would say, "old flames" . haha. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=167514_102382036506149_100002030588650_12231_7831073_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 344px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/167514_102382036506149_100002030588650_12231_7831073_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irreplaceable Ones. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_36702.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 557px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_36702.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AFriend&amp;amp;AFoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_35622.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 556px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_35622.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My bestfriend. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_37512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 388px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_37512.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just another one of our nights together ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_37422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 381px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_37422.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oinks&amp;amp;The Manwhoreeeee. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_40142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 364px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_40142.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dim sum on one fine morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_40582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 536px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_40582.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally, one of my last pictures with Bri. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;College hasn't been too stressful yet. I'm sure it'll be in time but just not yet. Speaking of which, I had better get going. Meeting up with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; for lunch &amp;amp; class start at 2pm today &amp;amp; i don't wanna be late. Stay tuned for more! I've still got Genting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_41952.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 568px; height: 426px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_41952.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause i'm fly like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later gaterz! (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-250567820677179370?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/250567820677179370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=250567820677179370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/250567820677179370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/250567820677179370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/02/could-this-be-comeback.html' title='Could This Be A Comeback?'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-848149190581876557</id><published>2011-01-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:53:20.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, Let Me Believe In You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Greetings 2011 &amp;amp; whoever tht still reads this blog! I haven't done this in awhile. Feeling really outve touch&amp;amp;a lil' lost for words so pardon me if this post doesn't turn out to your liking or gets boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's late on the 2nd of Jan, and I had a great start to my year. Spent it at Dee's place where we danced the night away &amp;amp; some drank. At the strike of midnight, we rushed outve the house to watch the amazing fireworks &amp;amp; we spent abt almost an hour on the road, literally on our feet, running around, wishing every car &amp;amp; passerby a happy new year. Made a huge ruckus as there were about 15 or more of us out on the street, screaming at the top've our lungs, so you can just imagine. (; Way to kickstart the year, don't you think so? And I spent every second of my New Year with the ones I love to bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;As for 2010..  it was a mix of everything bad, good, bitter, &amp;amp; sweet. Last couple of months of the year really brought me down, apart frm all the post-SPM partying, things were more than shaky at home.. Will not get into tht so much but I think everyone who follows me on twitter probably knows.. no matter anyway. What's in the past, stays in the past &amp;amp; I shall just leave it be. Friendships were made, broken &amp;amp; fixed. Secrets shared. Experiences, I dared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nothing was expected in 2010, really. Whatever it was, good or bad, I've learned so much &amp;amp; I've so many people to be thankful for &amp;amp; I will be always grateful towards all of you. Yknw who you are because I've spent almost all my days &amp;amp; nights with you all, that it's hard not to miss you all within the next couple of days. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2010 also just happened to be my last year of highschool. In other words, the end of my drama days, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt;. When I start college, I wanna start afresh. No more trashtalk from familiar faces because I don't give two shits if annons do it. And a major plus? I'm finally gonna do something I like. No more living the choices I didn't choose but were chosen for me. I'm done with all that bull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, it seems to be getting pretty late. I'd better turn in cause i'm dead tired. Will update again sometime soon when i'm free. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ciao bellaz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-848149190581876557?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/848149190581876557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=848149190581876557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/848149190581876557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/848149190581876557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-let-me-believe-in-you.html' title='2011, Let Me Believe In You.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-3168271429539273736</id><published>2010-10-22T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:42:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Everything's Gonna Be Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I got a thing or two to say to a few people, but I don't know how to.. so I'm hoping this will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; On and off, I look at photos that your friends upload with hopes you'll be in an album or two and lucky enough, I've caught you in a few. I see how happy you look and I'm glad you're doing well. You're still as handsome as I can remember and I'm just thankful you're doing good. I'm still sorry at how things turned out so sour but I know you're better off &amp;amp; deserve so much more. Whatever it is, I'm just happy your happy because it's good to see you smile again. You probably still hate me and I don't blame you. I don't blame your friends either if they think the same abt me because I admit, I broke your heart.. but I just can't put you ahead of my priorities as much as I wanted to. But enough with that already, because no one else is to blame except myself and I know that. Hence, I'm sorry. I wanted to wish you all the best for trials the other day but.. I didn't think it would be such a good idea.. I even meant to write you a note when I gave yr watch to yr friend to hand it back to you but again.. didn't know you'd actually read it.. So, here &amp;amp; now, where this here is a place I don't if you'd actually visit, but in case you do, I'd like to wish you all the best in whatever you put your head and your heart into cause I know you're capable of doing &amp;amp; accomplishing great things. Whether or not you choose to acknowlegde this, or even know that I wrote this, that's entirely up to you, just thought I'd let yknw, I still pray &amp;amp; hope for the best for you. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;N: &lt;/span&gt;You've played such a big part of my life for the past two years. I don't regret that we've been through so much because without you, I won't be the same person that I am today. I wouldn't know how to handle so much pain &amp;amp; go through it everyday but still put a smile on my face in frontve everyone else. I wouldn't know how to stand up for myself &amp;amp; fight for what I think is right. I wouldn't know tht when you jam the brakes in yr car, to swerve left&amp;amp;right as much as you can to avoid crashing into the car infrontve you. I wouldn't know alot of things, but today, I've you to thank. As much as I used to hate you for doing the things you did to me, I still can't thank you enough for the times you've been there for me &amp;amp; sincerely, I do appreciate it from the bottom of my heart even if I may not show it because when no one else was there for me, you always were. Now, I see you've found her again &amp;amp; by the looks of things, I'm happy for you. (: So treat her as best as you can because you've learned frm yr mistakes with me and now's the time to make yourself happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;P:&lt;/span&gt; To tell you the truth, I enjoyed yr company when we used to talk alot. Then something had to happen, we got into a misunderstanding, I got busy with trials, and you with yr quizzes, and idk if you didn't want to talk to me or was just way too stressed out, but whatever the matter, please take care of yourself. I'm not sure how things are going with you but i'm glad I got to knw you a little better. (: Just don't overstress yrself aights. Acing tests may be important but so is yr health. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; I know you're trying yr best to patch things up &amp;amp; I appreciate that you're making the effort. I know we've both said some things that hurt but didn't mean the past couple of weeks but it still doesn't change the fact that I felt so taken for granted and you of all people, should have known I've been having a tough time. Regardless, I can only hope things will start to look up because not being yr sister is sortve depressing as we could tell each other anything, laugh about everything &amp;amp; just be ourselves infrontve each other. Now things feel abit off &amp;amp; it jst feels odd. I'm willing to forgive &amp;amp; forget, but at the same time, I hope you know how much I've put on the line just for you, including my reputation at school. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know I'm not perfect. I make mistakes and am just as flawed* as everyone else and I'm sorry I've hurt so many people over the years.. my family especially. It has taken me this long, to realize how much they do love me &amp;amp; want what's best for me. The distance that's been growing between us all at home is hard to put up with as I miss spending quality time with my parents but I'm glad we still get to sit down at the dinner table everyday to catch up over a good meal. Jie's coming back next year too so am looking forward to spending time with her again! (: As for now, I just need to focus, focus, focus. SPM's looks a little attention deprived to me at the mo, &amp;amp; it's kinda sad. This is it. The last push. I'm gonna do this, and I'm gonna do this right. Just watch me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 436px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2289.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later gaterz! 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I've been busy tiring myself out since trials were over. Even today, was outve the house since 10am. Just got bck abt an hour+ ago. I'm waiting for dinner to be done, then going over to Deirdre's again to study &amp;amp; since I've got time to kill, I'll update. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11/10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2480.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 392px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2480.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Deirdre (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2482.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Mayy &amp;amp; Asif (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 558px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2485.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;photos were taken at Moe De Cafe, where we spent the last few hours of the night studying for our Physics P3. At first, we planned to go to Starbucks but by the time we got there, it was around 9.30pm &amp;amp; it was packed. So we moved. And omg, the most embarrassing thing happen.. as I was driving into a parking lot, I bumped into the curb, then I backed out, straightened my wheel, drove in again &amp;amp; hit it another time. Was freakaaaain embarrassing cause we were right infrontve Starbucks &amp;amp; people that were sitting outside, looked over to see tiny me behind the wheel! ): zzzz thankfully, the car's alright. (: called it a night &amp;amp; dropped Deirdre &amp;amp; Asif bck at Deirdre's by 11.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;13/10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofIMG_2504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 341px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/CopyofIMG_2504.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lian, Kinks, Amy &amp;amp; Ila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2520.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 525px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2520.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mayy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2601.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 411px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2601.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;my sexies. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2599.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 599px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2599.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2553.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sanju &amp;amp; Pinky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2540.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amy &amp;amp; Darren. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The day was spent with my dearest darls &amp;amp; boys. ♥ We planned to go down to Bangsar as the girls wanted to hunt fr their prom dresses &amp;amp; the boys, their suits; Mayy, Amy, Ila &amp;amp; Darren came over to my place jst before 11 in the morn, waited &amp;amp; (Darren) mocked baby (he called her a freaking buffalo!) while I got dressed. We left my place at slighty past 11am and Ila picked Jia Wen &amp;amp; Lian up while I picked Kinks up and dropped something off at Nikki's. By the time we got to Bangsar, we were sortve hungry, so we popped by at Pappa Rich first before we were back on our feet &amp;amp; shopping. Sanju &amp;amp; Pinky(Hfz Ismail) met up with jst as we paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The hunt began frm then on! We girls were lucky tht the boys didn't grumble much. I mean, where else would you find three boys, who followed a group of girls around, walking up &amp;amp; down countless flights of stairs, if not our boys? (; Not forgetting how noisy we'd be in every other shop we found ourselves in &amp;amp; would make a ruckus, as per usual. I can tell you that I was with great company. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then, the most unpredictable thing happen; I gave my camera to the boys and told them to make themselves useful &amp;amp; help us take photos for the day &amp;amp; when Darren wanted to take a shot of us, three ladies tht were passing by, saw us, approached us &amp;amp; asked us to go for casting. So we said "Why not?" and took up their offer. (: Spent awhile there but Darren, Lian &amp;amp; myself walked out right aft they took our shots to fetch Kinks off to tuition. Went back to D-casting aft, said thanks &amp;amp; we ciaoed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The boys took off aft the shoot cause they had futsal, so it was jst us girls. And for some reason, we seemed to get alot of unwanted attention after 'em boys left. Not in a very bad way but random people were saying hi to us, staring, &amp;amp; even some old indian dude rolled down his window &amp;amp; said "oii, leng lui" to us when driving past. hahaha. Hilarious. We didn't have trouble crossing the streets as well cause people tht would driving would just stop &amp;amp; let us pass with a smile on their face. (; benefits of being a girl, tht's what i would say. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Didn't do much aft tht, just sat down for a drink at Coffee Bean &amp;amp; gabbed awhile, then made a visit to a few last shops. Called it a day right before 6pm. Ila &amp;amp; I sortve raced bck to the neighbourhood aft tht. HAHA. Actually, I wouldn't say race cause traffic was a wee bit heavy, but she kept cutting into my lane so that I wouldn't get past her. Amy &amp;amp; Mayy, who sat shotgun in Ila's &amp;amp; my car, were screaming at each other on topve their voices from the window. When we came to a toll, Ila went to the Touch&amp;amp;Go lane while I was on the normal lane with an extra lane in between our cars &amp;amp; the lady had the "shit, wtf is going on?!" expression on her face cause Mayy &amp;amp; Amy BOTH sounded supa gangsterrr. hahaha. Seriously babes, we need to do this more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16/10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mayy made plans to yumcha with the guys on the 15th but it didn't work out and Andrew asked us to go out on Saturday instead. Dickson &amp;amp; Mayy came to pick me up aft I was done with dinner around 9pm, with Asif already in the car &amp;amp; went to Pelangi to pick Afi up. Headed to Andrews to meet up with everyone else aft &amp;amp; when we got there, they were still busy playing rockband -__-' by the time everyone got to AC, excluding Terry who made a wrong turn &amp;amp; landed himself in Kota D'sara again(i'm still wondering how tht happened), it was already almost 10pm. Played a few rounds of pool, &amp;amp; was more than satisfied at how the night turned out. (: . Was home before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2671.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2671.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Keng, Andrew, Terry, Jason &amp;amp; Afi. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2667.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 517px; height: 387px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2667.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mayy &amp;amp; dickson! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_26722.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 652px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_26722.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 565px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2673.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2699.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 577px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2699.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2692.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 391px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2692.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;18/10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2768.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 542px; height: 406px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2768.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2774.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 408px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2774.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NINJAs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 527px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/NINJAs.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for NinjaJoe with Kinks, Mayy &amp;amp; Dickson!! We were fresh outve sch &amp;amp; Dickson came to fetch Mayy when sch was out. Had a good laugh before, during &amp;amp; after lunch. Made a fool outve ourselves &amp;amp; people were giving us looks as if we weren't human &amp;amp; insane but it didn't matter cause everytime I look at the photos now, it jst brightens up my day. (': And i think I really need an emoticon made for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2788.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 408px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2788.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;// other than that, a whole group of us went to McD's Centrepoint yday for lunch. Was last min, so aft Pinky sent me home, I changed, took the car &amp;amp; picked the twins up, &amp;amp; went back to sch to meet up with the rest before takin' off to macs. Lunched &amp;amp; made fun of Darren who made friends with three small kids through a glass panel cause it was just so funny. Couldn't stay for long tho &amp;amp; the twins &amp;amp; Kinks had tuition so I sent them home and the rest came bck to my place, except for Darren &amp;amp; Marc who went to DJ instead. Watched the Grown Ups but Justin called halfway thru so I went downstairs to talk to him over the wall. Been ages since we last did tht. After the movie finished, everyone came downstairs &amp;amp; we took off to Devis. Great day spent with great friends, if I may say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Kar Kei &amp;amp; Justin today. Went to Kota D'sara &amp;amp; walked around aimlessly as we couldn't decide where to eat. After havin' a good breakfast &amp;amp; chillin' at Giza fr awhile, we tried to find a place to play snooker but the two places we went to were both closed, so we fled to OU instead. Homg, Kar Kei's car suspensions are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insaneeeeee&lt;/span&gt;. When she drives over bumps, my ass literally flies off the seat! But it's fun. :P Played snooker at OSC for about an hour &amp;amp; a half and it came up to RM30! Shiznits man. If we played for that long at AC, it would only come up to about RM16 or RM17. And not to mention, the smoke in OSC is killer.. like, i mean literally. Another reason for me not to go back there. After Kar Kei dropped Justin &amp;amp; I home, took the car &amp;amp; picked Asif up to head to the library. Before that, we dropped by at OU cause he wanted to buy something. Left within half &amp;amp; hour and got down to some serious studying. Quite satisfied with what I managed to absorb today but I only wish I could study like that everyday.. *sighs. Oh well. I'd better get going. Deirdre already texted &amp;amp; dinner's ready! Till next time, xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;P.S. really lazy to reread &amp;amp; check my grammar errors so just pardon my mistakes. :B BUHBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/18898846-5407779846743830948?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5407779846743830948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5407779846743830948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5407779846743830948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5407779846743830948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-id-thought-id-drop-line.html' title='Dear, I&apos;d Thought I&apos;d Drop A Line.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-5669003307598349566</id><published>2010-10-17T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:41:14.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Keyy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Keyy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you look inside a girl's heart and see how much she cries. You'll find secrets, promises and lies. But what you'll see most is how hard she tries to stay strong. When nothing is right and everything's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-5669003307598349566?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5669003307598349566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5669003307598349566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5669003307598349566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5669003307598349566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/10/innocent-eyes.html' title='Innocent Eyes.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-5231447422278060809</id><published>2010-10-10T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:04:41.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play A Simple Game, With All Yr Broken Rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello Sunday morning of 10/10/10. (: how nice of you to greet me with an empty house &amp;amp; bakkutteh-less. Yeaph, the folks went to Klang without me! Just because they said I have to study for my physics papers, which yes.. I sortve have to but imma blog first. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trials haven't been a walk in park. My daily routine was - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;school, home, lunch, library, home, dinner, Deirdre's house(study group), home, sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - for the past two weeks! And I'd usually end up only going home around 11ish after we're done studying. I can't say I haven't enjoyed myself tho. Not the studying bit but going to Deirdre's almost every night with Asif and idk, studying with them calms my nerves a lot more than studying on my own. We've had a few laughs and we stuff our faces with potato chips &amp;amp; soft drinks tht her folks insist we have almost all the time. (: haha, I love her folks, really. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anywooooos, have been dealing with a lot of drama lately &amp;amp; as much as I hate all of it.. I've come to terms to accept it. Some are sorry, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; some are not. But what I've had to go through the past two weeks.. it has shed alot of light on who deserves my trust and who doesn't. Mehh, I've had enough of this shit. I'm done being so nice to everyone when I'm just gonna be trashtalked about. So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The past two days have been soooo liberating, i swear. After sitting for Chem1&amp;amp;2 on Friday, told Asif I'd take him out for Subway cause I think the boy deserves it, right Deirdre? haha, it's inside thing between us three. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2376-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 546px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2376-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Asif. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 411px; height: 546px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2395.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;and meet, Deirdre. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we went back to Deirdre's place to chill while I waited for Nick to come get me. (: Had no idea where to go aft I hopped into his car &amp;amp; we ended up at AC playing snooker. 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I think they're uber cute together. Haha. Played one round with her while the boys went off to foos then aft their game, it was Sarah &amp;amp; Jeremy against Nick &amp;amp; I. Two rounds and Sarah sapu-ed everything. Should play with her more often man. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_23932.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 560px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_23932.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, the cousin. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't do much aft tht. Came home, lazed around, watched tv. Mom came home &amp;amp; caught up with her since I haven't been at home for most of the nights since I'd be at Deirdre's studying; Went off to Nick's around 8ish then we picked Mayy &amp;amp; Dickson up and headed downtown for some beef noodles! Seremban's beef noodles are still the best, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands down&lt;/span&gt; but the one in town wasn't too bad. (: Hahah, I was screaming like a madwoman in Nick's car. Cause Nick has a very bad habit of tailgating &amp;amp; I don't like it so I told him, I'd keep screaming until he stopped, just to irritate him &amp;amp; it worked aft awhile.. but I lost my voice too. -__-' ugh. The ride back was good enough since we survived &amp;amp; didn't throw up. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_24052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 398px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_24052.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clockwise from front left:&lt;br /&gt;Nick, Mayy, Dickson &amp;amp; moi. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_24062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 533px; height: 399px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_24062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_24082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 557px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_24082.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday was real good too. I got to see another two of my most favourite people I've been missing for awhile now AND I was pretty psyched about ChicPOP. (; By the time I got home from breakfast with the folks, Catherhea was already waiting at the door. Mayy came not long aft &amp;amp; we took off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;instead of picking Nick up &amp;amp; heading over to TTDI Plaza, we had to go to Kelana Jaya cause Cat had forgotten to take something and the heat was so bad, we were sortve half baked in her car. Haha. Aft tht, only did I realize I forgot to take extra money, so made another trip back to my place &amp;amp; picked Nick up on the way. Haha, the poor boy became our handy boy for the day and carried my recycle bag around :D Saw a number of familiar faces; Nick Thang, Jasmine &amp;amp; Sha-lyn, Kemuel &amp;amp; some of his friends, and of course, school friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As soon as we got there, I called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; we hung out. Haven't seen her in AEONS and I swear, I've missed her! Sunday school wouldn't have been the same without her and I miss seeing her face every sunday now. ): *sigh. I should make it a point to keep in touch with her man zzzz ANYWAY, we walked around for quite abit, got ice cream, bought prettay' things &amp;amp; met Cat's friend frm TiC who took a couple of style shots of Cat &amp;amp; I. Haha, left the place feeling more than satisfied eventho I only bought one dress but I loveloveeeloveeeeee it! ♥ i've been doing mondo lots of shopping the past three weeks. If you follow me on twitter, then you'd probably know. haha, photossss? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_24422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_24422.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_24450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 524px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_24450.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 562px; height: 421px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2446.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is Eli &amp;amp; Mayy, being totally jakun infrontve a BAR, called IP MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, haha, unfortunately, I know them. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like you for being so camerashy, Cat!&lt;/span&gt; I don't have any photos with you from yday ): eh wait.. okay, maybe Nick has some. Hahaha. shall go ask frm him. Hehehehe. Got back into the car and since Nick was kept whinning about being hungry, we talked about where to go but everyone ended going back instead. Kesian him.. hah, Sorry nick! Promise to treat you to a meal next time to make up fr it, kay? (: 'twas a good day, all in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm feeling porky today, so imma talk about Ninja Joe burgers! :D went to Tropicana City Mall a couple've weeks ago with my folks and since we weren't all too hungry, we settled for fast food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_23742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 405px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_23742.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before anything else, lemme' forewarn you it's a non-halal restaurant. Their sales go by the number of burgers you buy and wht flavour you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_23692.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 548px; height: 531px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_23692.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got original, oriental, teriyaki, black pepper, spicy, and sweet&amp;amp;sour. Mom said her teriyaki was good but dad didn't fancy his original. I had a black pepper &amp;amp; omg... it's good stuff. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2371.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2371.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am already planning my next trip there with Cat cause she loves NinjaJoe too! And now, i can't wait cause this post just got me craving! Gosh. It's nothing special but you have to admit, it's something different. The only downside to it, is tht it's quite small. A growing boy, possibly around my age that eats like a normal boy, would definately have to order more than just one burger.. cause one, won't be filling enough. If you're interested on tryin' them out for yrself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG-18, Tropicana City Mall&lt;span class="locality"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petaling Jaya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="country-name"&gt;Malaysia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening hours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00am - 10pm.&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;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_23682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 228px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_23682.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think I've blogged enough for now. Hahaha. Well, this is ninjadeeebs, signing out! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-5231447422278060809?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5231447422278060809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5231447422278060809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5231447422278060809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5231447422278060809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-play-simple-game-with-all-yr.html' title='Let&apos;s Play A Simple Game, With All Yr Broken Rules.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-995638467650684875</id><published>2010-09-19T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:07:15.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Solemnly Swear That I'm Up To No Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_22332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 524px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_22332.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel, mah' brahhhder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_23582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 571px; height: 428px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_23582.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward, moi, afi, mayy &amp;amp; dickson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 561px; height: 421px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_2143.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_21362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 431px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_21362.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left: jason, kevin, dickson, mayy &amp;amp; andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_21572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 572px; height: 428px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_21572.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and the ones, who have been taking such good care of me fr the past few weeks. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;By the title, I mean I should be studying instead of blogging. No details on the photos 'cause it'll be too time consuming, too much to talk abt but there was one highlight when we were hangin' at Starbucks not too long ago tho. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Afi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dickson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(certain information in this conversation will not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;be disclosed due to reasons tht will be left unmentioned) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oih Edward! Come for our prom la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You nvr ajak me also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haha. She's asking you now la.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mmmm. -.- When is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's on the [date].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh. where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;[insert hotel name].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh. Come for mine la. It's on the [date].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haha, yr college one is different frm our prom ma. Where's it gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Renaissance Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Renaissance? Which one?? The Malacca one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;KL one la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;*everyone laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You crazy ah? All the way in Malacca. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahhaahhaha, damn funny wei, if everyone were to drive down to Malacca jst fr prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahha, yea, stupid question to ask actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Afi's was so blur but the way he asked was so cute, all innocent and all. Great way to start the morning, really. I love having to sit down with jst a bunch of yr friends, making harmless jokes &amp;amp; laughing at each other cause it's always so chilling. (: I want more days like these, pls. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bug.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/bug.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes you've gotta' believe, even with broken wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On a very unrelated note; Mom has always told me to see the good side to everything, because everything always happens for a reason. We're all meant to live our lives according to our own expectations &amp;amp; find whatever that makes us happy &amp;amp; when yknw smth upsets you, we should knw not only to let it go but keep moving, because if we hold on to it, it will only bring us down. Nothing is ever stuck in reverse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm trying my very best to keep up with patience, but I seem to be losing it. Idk, with ppl around you who say "she's so easy to get to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"she forgets people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"she just wants attention" ... honestly, if you've something to say abt me, say it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; me. I wouldn't care if you were people I don't knw but the problem is, I know each and every one of you. If you choose to judge me frm wht other people tell you abt me, then I can tell you one thing for sure... You don't know me and/or the truth. Unfortunately, it's not up to my control to let you hear what you DO hear. As fr myself, as much as I've heard so far, it's heartbreaking to knw tht even the ones you thought you knew so well, would ever speak of such things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Good thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, I really knw who will now always, ALWAYS be by my side despite all the shit I do and still have the guts to stand up fr me, whtever the reason. And I think you would knw who you are too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;School's starting tmrw. *sigh It's time to face the music.. and I already hear the soft tones of terror lurking not too far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/18898846-995638467650684875?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/995638467650684875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=995638467650684875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/995638467650684875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/995638467650684875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-solemnly-swear-that-im-up-to-no-good.html' title='I Solemnly Swear That I&apos;m Up To No Good.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6500763873292918832</id><published>2010-09-13T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T05:23:40.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always want what I can't Have, But I've got to try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_20932.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 542px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_20932.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nick just ditched me over the phone to watch Naruto. Hence, I'm stuck here, not sleepy, possibly a little insomniac, and I've got nothing else to do. AND I'M HUNGREH. thanks to Gary who just tempted me with tom yam instant noodles. TOM YAM!! shit.. i can feel my mouth watering already.... *breathes. ugh. OKAY, I. will. not. think. abt. food. at. this. ungodly. hour. but. rant. instead. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For a start, I still can't believe I went to 6 malls in the last four days. Thursday it was OU with Kar Kei, Danny, Lian &amp;amp; Kinks. Friday, KlCC with the folks during the day &amp;amp; Sunway Pyramid with Mayy&amp;amp;Dickson during the night. Saturday, Mid Valley with the folks. Sunday, Tropicanna City Mall w/ mom for late lunch &amp;amp; some shopping then Sunway Giza with both, mom&amp;amp;dad for dinner. Mad weekend &amp;amp; ugh, I knw it may be a tad too early for me to say, but am getting bored of driving already. -__-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've no pictures frm the past few days so don't expect me to post anything up on facebook or here. Thursday was good catching up with the group tho. It was Carls Jr. fr lunch, and I had their chilli cheese fries which was the only thing I ate tht day besides my uber late dinner &amp;amp; a cup of macha ice cream. God, I've this sick obsession for green tea ice cream. Kinks' says my tastebuds are made to be weird, which I think is partially true and a lie... or maybe just a big&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; FAT&lt;/span&gt; lie. LIELIELIE... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LIE&lt;/span&gt;! Then we walked around, bumped into Mei Yin otw to Coffee Bean &amp;amp; got her to join us fr a drink while she waited fr her friends to show. Hahaha. As far as I can remember, she's still really funny. (: couldn't find anything else to do aft so we went back to Danny's to catch The Grown Ups. Good stuff, I can tell you tht. (; Danny dropped me back home around 5ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 3.56 am and how am I not sleepy yet?! D; I woke up at 3pm today, (technically yday but whtev) expecting mom to say " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OI! It's almost 10.30, get up &amp;amp; get ready fr church, quick!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" , not "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OI! You're still sleeping?! Do yknw wht time it is?! It's almost 3!! &lt;/span&gt;" and I jumped outve bed almost instantly. I guess tht's wht happens when you've got yr period and you were on the phone 'til 3ish the night before. Speaking of period, mine came early this month &amp;amp; mom's been nagging at me for "not studying" when honestly, I have. So when I told her abt my period being early, she goes "Oh, probably you're under stress ...... " and her voice trails off, and she pretends to be suddenly busy with something cause I think she realized tht I am sortve under stress. But ahh, I'm not gonna let it get to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I can honestly tell you, the drama hasn't subsided; If you're reading this, I really don't know what else there is to say to you. I do admit, I was wrong to commit to you in the first place and for tht, I am sorry. But for everything else, with you calling me a bitch &amp;amp; a liar on yr wall, I've decided not give a fuck anymore. I mean. Why bother? Like you wrote, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wasted Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". Well, I wasted my time calling you, crying to you, and telling you that I didn't want to fight anymore. *sigh. Whtvr it is, sayonara baby. I'm officially done with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some people may wonder, how is it that even tho aft going thru so many rough break ups, that I can still get back up on my feet &amp;amp; fall in love again. It's not easy really. Sometimes I don't even knw how I get thru it because I keep a lot of things inside and I let it fester in me, like a disease. Ever wonder why I'm always so angry or emo or tht I'm always out gallivanting? Mhmm, I think you knw why now. I find every reason to let go of myself &amp;amp; have a good time so tht I don't have to deal with my problems and most of the time, it goes away. Which is good in a way, but not right now, it isn't. SPM DOWH. Someone smack me in the back of the head, pls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God, it's already 4am! No shit. Okay. I should atleast try to sleep.. like. nao. pfft. Blog again soon. Taaa, xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6500763873292918832?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6500763873292918832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6500763873292918832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6500763873292918832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6500763873292918832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-always-want-what-i-cant-have-but-ive.html' title='I always want what I can&apos;t Have, But I&apos;ve got to try.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-9164838102553288488</id><published>2010-09-09T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T03:19:32.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smell Of Midnight Air Is Jst Like Gasoline; Addictive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am the last one awake tonight. And lucky me, the only sounds I hear are coming frm my speakers. (: Had a long day today. Three hours of physics to start off the day -&gt; lunch at Kelana Jaya ss3 with Joel -&gt; bck home -&gt; out again for 100yen ice cream with Sherwin &amp;amp; Nick -&gt; Kota Kemuning to pick Sheryl &amp;amp; her friend, Jala up -&gt; bck to the neighbourhood, Jasima -&gt; bck home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, don't worry. I studied aft dinner to make up for lost time when I couldve gone out to catch the premiere of Resident Evil 4 for free hokayy. (: Catching up with Joel over soya bean, cincau and chicken rice this afternoon was good. Talked about ALOT. Friends of friends, drama, family &amp;amp; shit. Joel's like one of the few friends I can really get along with because we look out fr each other, throw insults and scold each other when necessary. It's good because he's like the brother I nvr had &amp;amp; if he knws I'm not doing too good, he'll ring me up or text me during the most random times to check if there's anything/anyone bothering me &amp;amp; I'm thankful because there aren't many people who gimme' tht kindve treatment. Hence, I hope you're happy with the kai fan you've been asking fr, fr months kor. (:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100Yen was yummm, as per usual. I love their green tea with a side of red beans. :D Not to mention, it doesn't feel fattening. Hehh. And omgosh, the car ride was too amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sherwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[conversation one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;deb, crabs have how many legs?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, right? *looks at sheryl*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods* yeah, 8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including the claws?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, including the claws, then it's 8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?! Nooo! Including the claws, it's 10!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i told you! 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;10!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wanna bet? Tonight, we'll go take &amp;amp; see.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I bet you'll pick the abnormal one with 6 legs only!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;HHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I won't! I'll close my eyes &amp;amp; take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay, fine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you bet 8 legs ah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I bet 6.... EH No! 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Huh?! Four?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah four.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why four??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dude, isn't tht one side only?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSSHHH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, isn't tht one side only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ahh shit, SHERWIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's damn obvious already la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;No, if Sherwin didn't say anything, you wouldn't have thought about it lo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why four? ._.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because aft they cook it, they usually break the crab into half, so four legs only.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cricket sounds*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we burst out laughing after tht cause nick's attempt of being funny was an epic phail. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[conversation 2]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jala&lt;/span&gt;, do you like calamari?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calamari..? What's that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sotong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ohh, haha, yeaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;haha, yknw last time, i couldn't differentiate between calamari and sotong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're the same thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i knw, but why can't they jst call it sotong?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the malay word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;fine, then why can't they just call it squid?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;because squid and calamari are two different things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;huh?! aren't they the same? isn't calamari like, friend squid?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;EH! oh shit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;fried squid is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;fried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;cala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;mari!! rigggght&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*everyone laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My gosh, totally bimbotic man. But I had a productive day. hehehe. Did I say I miss the girls? Well, fyi, I miss the girls. ): hopefully I'll be seeing KarKei, Rach, Kinks, Nikki &amp;amp; the others tmrw. No tuition tmrw night so I'll come home to study after I spend quality time with the girls. :D Gonna hit the sack. I promised myself no more late nights already but bad habits are often too hard to change. Today will be a start. (: till next time, xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TIfgwLPQZwI/AAAAAAAAHjw/kFQPvdCumeU/s1600/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TIfgwLPQZwI/AAAAAAAAHjw/kFQPvdCumeU/s400/shit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514623386993583874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Once upon a time, we were both all we ever needed. And even as a friend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I never wanted to lose you. But when you tell everybody that you want me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to suffer for choosing the path of giving up on us.. lemme' tell you one thing &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;boy, i lacked the faith of being together not because you're different from I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;am, but because of my parents. You may be important to me, but nothing is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;more important to me than what my family has to say. And for you having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;said what you said on your blog.. well pardon me but were you threathening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me to choose between you &amp;amp; my family? It's crystal clear that the way you've &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;put everything into words, of how you wanted me to suffer without you &amp;amp; tht&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you were  doing alright w/t a person like me in yr life anymore, I did. I suffered.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because you shut me out from yr life in a heartbeat, without looking back. But when &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you wanted the worst of things to happen to me, I'm sorry but I see no point of &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hanging on onto someone who thought I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; making up excuses to get rid of &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you. I wanted to make everything alright again, and I thought aft we talked things &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;out, it worked. Wasn't I wrong. Idk whether to be angry, furious or hurt but I can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tell you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I feel a bit of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Take care now, because I've lost all will trying &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to salvage what was left of our friendship. All the best to you. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-9164838102553288488?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/9164838102553288488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=9164838102553288488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/9164838102553288488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/9164838102553288488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/09/smell-of-midnight-air-is-jst-like.html' title='The Smell Of Midnight Air Is Jst Like Gasoline; Addictive.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TIfgwLPQZwI/AAAAAAAAHjw/kFQPvdCumeU/s72-c/shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-5483169214377839597</id><published>2010-09-06T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T04:58:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Little Known Facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw this tag on facebook and I couldn't help myself since I can't seem to drift off to sleep. Lets jst hope I actually know myself well enough to come up with 25 random facts. it can either be facts, habits, or goals. enjoy. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hv the slightest case of OCD. I can't stand seeing things tht's outve order or tht doesn't look right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even so, my room always looks like a tornado hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stand being alone. The only time when I can, is when I've to study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be a bitch if I really wanted to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rebel at heart but I've always have a soft spot for my folks. ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like hearts in when they're like ♥, not &lt;&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate boys who think they can do absolutely ANYTHING with me and get away with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't cry when I watch sentimental things, but I can cry for days about my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get along better with the opposite sex. Still have no idea why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it's because I'm partially, PARTIALLY a tomboy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My burp is killaaaaaa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love listening to jazzy tunes on rainy evenings. It's sortve comforting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fav music genre has the tendency to change almost all the time but am an allrounder nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live in the past way too often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The longest period tht I've been single since I've been in highsch is, one year. D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always ALWAYS wanted to take up the drums, cause I'm a freak to the beats. (;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biggest regret of my life, was nvr taking up the chance to do gymnastics when I was young.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love doing outdoor activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes, I'm afraid of the dark but since I was young, I've been sleeping with my bathroom light on. ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hardly ever sleep with the aircond on, because the ceiling fan's good enough fr me &amp;amp; no matter how hot it is, I'm always under the covers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy doing jigsaw puzzles &amp;amp; sudoku.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quite enjoy the company of old people, like aunties &amp;amp; uncles, because I love listening to their lifetime experiences abt anything &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not used to wearing heels. Walking in them isn't much of a problem but when you've been in them for hours on end, ouchies..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've nvr fancied wedged heels, I think they're kinda ugly, no offence. And I think it makes short people, look even shorter.. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, according to Wai Yih, I can get along with people fairly well. JOY! :D I always like making new friends. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 15mins to 5am and I'm still talking to Wai Yih &amp;amp; Yangkin online and I just said gnight to Keith whom I had quite an interesting conversation with about mass comm. (Y) Gosh. I'm gonna be half dead in Physics intensive later man. 3 whole hours &amp;amp; I start at 10am! I must be mad. Shall call it a night. taaa, xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-5483169214377839597?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5483169214377839597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5483169214377839597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5483169214377839597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5483169214377839597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/09/25-little-known-facts.html' title='25 Little Known Facts.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6771663804132653153</id><published>2010-09-04T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:36:55.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Head's Constantly In The Clouds, Dreaming In Vivid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just finished doing my evening exercise. Joy! It's been my third day &amp;amp; things are going well. (; stomach seems to have gone down abit since I've been having only two meals a day despite my gastric problem. Don't get me wrong but I live in the past a tad too often; I'd always catch myself looking at old photos when I used to be in better shape but with the amount of weight I've put on this year, its really disappointing. ): Don't get me wrong, it's not about being vain or anything of tht sort, I just want to feel healthy again and I can tell you alright, I feel the burnnnn &amp;amp; it feels good. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy's been gone for 5 days already.. So am looking forward to spending time with him tmrw. Mom says he should be bck by the time I get up. (: Been trying to forbid myself frm going out to study at home and so far, this week I only went out on Merdeka's eve. Stayed home every other day eventho nick asked me out fr ice cream &amp;amp; joel fr kai fan. Hahaha, well, I owe Joel bigtime fr always bailing on him so, chicken rice soon la aights! (; Just gotta' wait fr the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH! Speaking of which, dad let me drive the other day. Mom totally freaked out cause my P's still in the midst of processing so last Saturday.. or Sunday(i can't rmb but whtevs), when we were on our way out, dad told me to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*walks to the car &amp;amp; climbs into the backseat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Girl, I take you on the road today, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Huh? o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Come la, I'll let you drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HUH?! She hasn't got her P yet &amp;amp; you want her to drive?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Haiyaaa, nevermind lah. Let her drive. Come on, hurry up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;._. are you serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yeah. Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;OI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Uh, okaaaay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was expecting him to burst out into laughter any minute there but he looked dead serious after awhile. Hahaa. Mom was being so jumpy in the backseat of the car cause she kept thinking I'd just drive into something. But can't blame her for underestimating me tho cause I'm slightly smaller sized than her &amp;amp; she can't handle tht car cause she says it's too big fr her but dad nvr lost his faith in me (: He could even tell mom tht my driving's better than hers when he told her tht he had already insured my name under the volvo when he went to renew his roadtax and mom went "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;WHAAAAT?! She's smaller than me and if I can't even handle yr car, how do you expect yr daughter to?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" and dad replied "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She's better than you. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything you just read was supposed to be posted last night.. I didn't run the post cause mom got home looking panic striken and I wanted to accompany her to the police station. I won't say wht happen here cause it's more than too public here &amp;amp; she has yet to tell some people wht happen so info on wht happen will not be diclosed 'til further notice. But I can tell you alright, I was in shock when she told me wht happened. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No matter how much I can loathe my mom sometimes when she does things just to hurt me, like Kinks' would always say, "She's still yr mom no matter wht"... and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and to be honest, I wouldn't know I'd do if I lost her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*TOUCHWOOD*&lt;/span&gt;.. God is great &amp;amp; he was looking out for her last night because she came outve whtvr situation she was in, without a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; scratch. And golly, she's real lucky and am I ever thankful. ♥ AMEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With that aside, since dad wasn't home, I had no choice but to drive the Kia outve the hse so tht mom could park inside. Major&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; achievement man. haha. Sorry lahh, you can't not expect me to be totally psyched abt driving. It's still something new. (: I rmb when I was younger, sis would always bug my folks abt taking up driving classes, and I used to question why she was always so excited abt it.. Few years down the road &amp;amp; look who's been the one bugging my parents now. (; Being the girl tht I am, I've always loved the feeling of being independant. From changing my own lightbulbs to travelling alone to Auz in Aug '09 to see jiejie, I've enjoyed every single thing abt it. And this relates since I'd be able to drive myself around now. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, it's the start of our two week break but ughh, it's not gonna be fun in the sun this time since trials are starting on the 27th.. Gonna try refraining frm going out so much &amp;amp; occupying my time more with my books. I still get the feeling it's not gonna be easy jst staying at home 24/7 apart from tuition but only time will tell wht these coming days have in store for me. Been driving Mayy up the wall with my everyday whines about a certain someone too. Haha, but I love her still cause she bothers to listen... either tht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;or she's jst stuck with me &amp;amp; HAS no choice but to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; :D haha. Tht's wht friends are for, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_12022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 459px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_12022.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iloveyou, mayy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's early on a Saturday morning, and I'm sitting here in my boxers and oversized Tshirt, being an absolute bum. So i'll head off now to jiggle some fat. Update again soon! much love, xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/18898846-6771663804132653153?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6771663804132653153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6771663804132653153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6771663804132653153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6771663804132653153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-heads-constantly-in-clouds-dreaming.html' title='My Head&apos;s Constantly In The Clouds, Dreaming In Vivid.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-8955771649038158928</id><published>2010-08-28T04:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:12:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes We need to forget what we want to remember what we deserve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*PHEW* Today sureeeee has been something; Have been awake since 6.13am and now it's past 2.30 in the morning! Couldn't help but wake up instantaneously when my alarm rang as I was already feeling anxious in my sleep! You see, Mayy, Alice, Nichelle &amp;amp; I went for our JPJ test today &amp;amp; what, with our pre-test having been just last Monday, filled with dying engines, poles toppling over &amp;amp; not being too ready for the real deal, we could feel all our nerves tensing up. And watching the people before us getting through the test, poles still toppling over every now &amp;amp; again and watching the JPJ officers telling some ppl to get outve the car, we felt even MORE tensed.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I knw i did&lt;/span&gt;. But I was praying so hard for all of us &amp;amp; we managed alright. Not to mention, all four of us have officially gotten each, our P license, with NO bribing whtsoever! It's exactly why we're still like, in a state of disbelief. haha. But I couldn't have imagined taking my test without these girls. (': Yumcha soon, right?! :D hahaha, loveeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 574px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may and i. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-size:100%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 582px; height: 436px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aliceeee(26), mayy(27), &amp;amp; moi(25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 579px; height: 434px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D011.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nichelleee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ANYWAY, we were done by 1pm but was stranded in Kajang/Semenyih for more than an hour &amp;amp; we pakat with the other girls to keep calling the office bck in DU to ask them to hurry up but we still ended up only leaving around 3pm. Dickson picked Mayy &amp;amp; I up frm DU aft we got bck frm Kajang, and they dropped me off at Ikano to meet my mom &amp;amp; aunt. Aunt said i lost abit of weight, which was weird but after not having anything to eat except bread (thanks to Alice! :D), I couldn't blame her but I was starving! We walked around fr abit, sent my aunt home &amp;amp; mom took me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+wondermilk&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 595px; height: 446px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Was mom's first time there, so she wasn't expecting such small cupcakes to be over RM4. Thankfully, she didn't grumble so we had a pretty good meal. :D Was home by 6ish &amp;amp; daddums was already bck frm the airport so when I literally squealed "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I PASSED MY TEST&lt;/span&gt;" at him, he threw his arms around me &amp;amp; said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awww! That's so good! I was so worried. Was actually half expecting you to fail!&lt;/span&gt;". Hahaha. damn bad lo, my dad. (': but it felt so good to actually hear him so excited &amp;amp; happy fr me, cause I rarely get tht frm him since he's a tough man with high expectations. But, I could tell he sincerely meant it so, loveeeee! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Daddums was in the mood to go out fr dinner, so I showered, got dressed &amp;amp; headed to Tropicanna City Mall cause dad missed having his Esquire Kitchen food. Mom &amp;amp; I were still so full so we only had steamed buns. Straight after tht, parents had dropped me off at Kinks' fr tuition. I honestly love class at her house on Friday nights, Mr. Vijay's totally hilarious &amp;amp; we always have this sexism thing going on in class. So every week, it'd be him, telling us how bad women are against us, 6 girls throwin remarks right back at him &amp;amp; we'd always get a good laugh outve it. (: After class, Nick picked me up, in his freakingassnoisy kembara, which you can actually hear frm MORE than a mile away &amp;amp; we went to Rasta to meet up with Mayy, Dickson &amp;amp; his friends. Bumped into Lian &amp;amp; Luen and was supposedly to meet Justin Chua there but he'd left jst as I got there soo, yeah. Chilled for about an hour plus and was home by 11.40ish since I told mom I wasn't gonna stay out tht long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 396px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D016.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 408px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D022.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww. (: dickson &amp;amp; mayy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 405px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 566px; height: 424px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/D024.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tht's pretty much it, doesn't seem like much but god, has it been a day. Still have all this energy left in me &amp;amp; I can't seem to fall asleep jst yet, so i'll post up photos frm whenever and wherever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Despite recent events that have had me feeling down in the dumps, I've been trying to keep myself busy, with tuition, studies, yumcha, driving classes &amp;amp; etc. Everyday's more hectic now compared to beginning of the year. Though I'm relieved to say I've settled some things already. so, yay me. :D now, fr kodaks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=giza38059_430798074960_598459960_4762264_2913616_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 324px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/giza38059_430798074960_598459960_4762264_2913616_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;caught up with Jash just before he went bck to Melb with Sherwin &amp;amp; Nick. (:&lt;br /&gt;*credits to nick fr the photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=futsal39010_452395663652_549408652_6092879_1895535_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 364px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/futsal39010_452395663652_549408652_6092879_1895535_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ttdi's prom oleole futsal tournie (;&lt;br /&gt;*photo credits to rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_16592.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 357px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_16592.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lunch at Itallianies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_16822.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 352px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_16822.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joel &amp;amp; Wai Yih who came all the way jst to hang with us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1703.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 463px; height: 347px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1703.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kar Kei &amp;amp; Nikki, mah' sexy granny (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_14712.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 344px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_14712.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;creme brulee, frm Fitou's, Desa Park City. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=38597_412072005425_625825425_5198900_4929114_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 554px; height: 415px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/38597_412072005425_625825425_5198900_4929114_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And one day, aft Sherwin's rehersal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tons more of photos actually, most of which is still in nick's camera, still unloaded. So will update again sometime soon. 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(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TGp9oD4cboI/AAAAAAAAHjY/VPeizOXdIAA/s1600/Dear+Teenagers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TGp9oD4cboI/AAAAAAAAHjY/VPeizOXdIAA/s400/Dear+Teenagers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506351621604142722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;August has started looking up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥I started talking to two people who at the beginning of the year, was at the top of my "to loathe" list but have come to terms to let go of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥Arif and I are talking again, and I missed having simple and civilized conversations with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥I've started studying, still slow at pace but trying to catch up and buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥My driving's almost over and done with. If all goes well, will be taking my JPJ test on the 27th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥I've made some awfully great buddies lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥My prom date still holds a question mark but I'm hoping somehow or rather, things will come together if I jst leave it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥The babes&amp;amp;boys hv got all our plans aft SPM all lined up, jst waiting for us to savour every bit of it, from prom, maybe one or two, langkawi trip etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥I'm hoping to start gyming soon since Nick gave me two free 14 day passes. JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥I'm starting to save up on cash, which I am quite proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥Was also talking to daddy yday and he was talking abt taking degrees in the US, and the old times when he was there studying. He seemed pretty keen on the idea so am crossing my fingers he'll let me do ADP next year. but whtvr it is, I'm still gonna study to try helping my parents out, financially I mean, maybe with a scholarship. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;♥Been paying more attention to my two best bitches at home, which I've come to see, that even though I haven't been spending time with them as much as I used to, they still wag their tails when i come home frm sch everyday and sleep next to me, when I'm dead knocked out on the couch and I'd wake up to see them there, sleeping like pigs too. haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;For once, I don't want to look at things from a bad prospective, but frm the good. I want to be happy and I've realized the only way I can be, is to ignore everything else that isn't good fr my well being. I've somehow picked up on my swearing habits again but only because of all the frustration and stress that's been festering up inside of me, like madcowdisease or smth. I won't let the worst of times get the better of me cause I knw, no matter what, everything will be okay, eventually. It jst might take awhile. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-3532594868720016943?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3532594868720016943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=3532594868720016943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3532594868720016943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3532594868720016943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-on-rage-today.html' title='Not on a Rage Today. (:'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TGp9oD4cboI/AAAAAAAAHjY/VPeizOXdIAA/s72-c/Dear+Teenagers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-5431511830129259247</id><published>2010-08-10T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:03:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read the Fine Print.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It took everything for me not to say a word but tonight was the last straw. I will not tolerate such behaviour after you just said "I don't want to talk to you, okay?" and then hang up on me and text me back later about your watch without any sense of remorse. You want you watch back, no problem with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You can come and get it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; If you want to treat me this way, go ahead. I know I broke your heart, but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; your dog that abide's when you go "Fetch!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You go around posting things on twitter and facebook, saying you're a loser. What for? People aren't gonna empathize, but only sympathize. Then you write on your blog, saying that what you gave me was never enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Bull. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I never said one word about you not being good enough for me or anything close to that. Instead, what did I tell you? Yknw just exactly what I told you and why I can't be with you now. So who the heck is poisoning, putting thoughts and illusions in yr mind?! Did I ever tell you tht I don't love you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Did I ever complain about the way you treated me? Even when there were times my blood would boil, I'd chose not to say anything because I nvr liked telling you, you hurt me. Instead, I'd thank God tht you nvr hurt me like every other boy i had in my life, did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday night&lt;/span&gt;, I yelled at you over the phone because you're not making this any easier for me too. It hurts, but you need to learn to accept it. Don't even think about telling me that I wouldn't know how it feels like to be in yr shoes because I do. I so fucking do and I've been through this more times than you have. It's just tht now, I'm way better at handling heartbreak compared to before but still, it's hard, not any easier for me compared to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You haven't been held down to the ground,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or&lt;/span&gt; been told you were loved &amp;amp; then not long after that person left you without a single trace, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; been in another country &amp;amp; was told tht the person didn't want to be with you anymore &amp;amp; only to find out when you're back that your good friend was after tht one person you still hadn't gotten over,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;been with a person twice &amp;amp; got dumped the second time because tht person jst wanted to do it for fucks, just to hurt you. Yeah, I've been to hell and back more than I can even remember.. Times that only I can remember &amp;amp; am sometimes haunted by.. Stuff that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; can even begin to comprehend how scarred I am by everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;If I can get through hell, come back, and dare to love again,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know you can too&lt;/span&gt;; What's the use of having someone like me? When in your head, all i'm doing now is tearing your heart &amp;amp; soul apart, with such burning passion, piece by piece, bone by bone, limb by limb. You think seeing how emotionally messed up you are now's a pretty sight? It's the least entertaining&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Maybe you don't knw but I'd do whatever it takes to see you smile again &amp;amp; be tht optimistic person you always were except be your girlfriend again.. but only because of my personal issues.&lt;/span&gt; We're both at the brink of turning legal now &amp;amp; we've got such a long way ahead of us both, so if we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meant to be&lt;/span&gt;, maybe it's just not right now. You're old enough and you need to learn how to look at this in a mature way and learn from it. You don't need me to keep explaining to you, like a broken record stuck on replay why I just can't be with you because the answer's not gonna change and it'll just gonna screw you updownleft&amp;amp;right one more time than the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;There. You wanted to know why I called you just now, didn't you? Here's why. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And fyi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;you're &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; just a footnote in my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;If I lost all my feelings for you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust me&lt;/span&gt;, I know I wouldn't even try talking sense to you because this whole post would be a total waste of my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want us to be at loggerheads anymore because all we're going to do is point fingers. I just hope, you're happy with whtvr decision you make with our friendship. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-5431511830129259247?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5431511830129259247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5431511830129259247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5431511830129259247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5431511830129259247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/08/read-fine-print.html' title='Read the Fine Print.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-2715519490418681327</id><published>2010-08-05T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:22:34.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Your Eyes &amp; I'll Sing You A Lullaby. *edit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TFqebGMq4nI/AAAAAAAAHjI/-qZ7mWestiI/s1600/brave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TFqebGMq4nI/AAAAAAAAHjI/-qZ7mWestiI/s400/brave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501884083143893618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've always wondered how I portray myself, wht kindve impression I let out. Even without a single care in the world abt what people have to say about me, I still want to go on.. living the life I wanna live because I deserve every single right to be happy just as much as any other girl should be. One thing's for sure, I nvr toy with anyone's feelings. No matter how short of a period I've had something going on with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;boy, I can tell you straight up.. my feeling's are always genuine. Why do you think I've been involved with so much heartbreak, so much pain. I may not have it as bad compared to the girls in rumours &amp;amp; stories I've heard, but heck, I've become the girl I am today because of all that I've been through. Although I hate that sick feeling of loneliness that haunts me every now and again.. I'll let it be, just this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*editted @ 10.56pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want right now, is some peace of mind. Why can't everybody just let me do what I want? I'm so offended at how people think I don't give a fuck about Arif when I've been trying to hold back all my fucking tears &amp;amp; still put a damn smile on my face infrontve a crowd. It's not all about love because I need to start thinking with my head more than my heart now because this, is, serious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this includes my family &amp;amp; MY own future.&lt;/span&gt; I'm sick and tired of trying to satisfy everyone &amp;amp; sayin' yes to every single damn thing &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once and for all&lt;/span&gt;, I'm putting my foot down; Stop trying to butt in and tell me tht I shouldn't care or think about the future just yet then tell me yknw how it feels like when you're not even in my shoes and have all these god darn thoughts racking through yr brain, and mindfucking you simultaneously. So unless you've got an ear to lend or a shoulder fr me to cry on, just don't tell me what to do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just don't.&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/18898846-2715519490418681327?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2715519490418681327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=2715519490418681327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2715519490418681327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/2715519490418681327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/08/close-your-eyes-ill-sing-you-lullaby.html' title='Close Your Eyes &amp; I&apos;ll Sing You A Lullaby. *edit'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TFqebGMq4nI/AAAAAAAAHjI/-qZ7mWestiI/s72-c/brave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4239245339352477783</id><published>2010-07-28T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:54:11.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I believe tht You&amp;Me, could ever be more than just what's been behind us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_13622.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 581px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_13622.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will just be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kodak&lt;/span&gt; update. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Of course the top've the list would have to be, I.U. Day '10! Wootz.&lt;br /&gt;massive chunks of love fr this event. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 445px; height: 592px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1274.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1278.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 396px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1278.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1303.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 533px; height: 399px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1303.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1346.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 397px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1346.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOD 09/10;&lt;br /&gt;loveyougirls&amp;amp;sanjubigtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_13512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 595px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_13512.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;other than that, there's school too. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0267.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 533px; height: 408px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0267.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0259.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 402px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0259.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_02682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 438px; height: 532px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_02682.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0264.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0609.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 593px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0609.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0618.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 574px; height: 430px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0618.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0635.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 550px; height: 412px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0635.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0643.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 597px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0643.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0684.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 557px; height: 418px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0684.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 435px; height: 579px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0688.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and "Crazy" May's 17th. ze' bestfriend. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0369.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 591px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0369.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 498px; height: 373px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0378.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mays.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 390px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/Mays.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;credits to grace (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KarKei's place and screaming aloud, getting scared shitless of ghosts &amp;amp; ghouls. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0727.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0727.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 527px; height: 395px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0741.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Auditions/+wondermilk (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0906.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 377px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0906.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0919.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 426px; height: 567px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0919.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zharif! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_09362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 400px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_09362.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0920.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 573px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0920.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_09272.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 517px; height: 689px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_09272.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_09322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 426px; height: 566px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_09322.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Neon Nation/Amy's 17th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0973.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 366px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0973.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=36843_436791738652_549408652_5685338_220563_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 572px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/36843_436791738652_549408652_5685338_220563_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to rach (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Taylor's Trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 370px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 597px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 588px; height: 441px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1039.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claypot yeeeeeemeeeee clan. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interact Annual Dinner. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 375px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1083.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 560px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1100.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 411px; height: 547px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1106.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 581px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_1166.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And kink's no cock night. :P aka her 17th surprise HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_12042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 559px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_12042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_12322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 352px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_12322.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_12092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 468px; height: 338px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_12092.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_12132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 345px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_12132.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=38178_413043159718_669799718_4259889_2975528_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 315px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/38178_413043159718_669799718_4259889_2975528_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to nadia. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Photoshoot. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photoshoot-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/photoshoot-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to catherhea♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;+++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;trust me, I've been bz. Even apart from all those photos, there're mamak/yum cha sessions too. OH. and DESPICABLE ME! Haha. After people watched the movie, people started calling me Agnes.. cause they say I act jst like her. (: Well, I have to admit, I can be that way at times. :B Well, I've got probably a month left till trials. *shivers. it's time to put things on a hold, stop partying and bring on the books. who'd like to go totally neeeeeeeerd with me? You game? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-4239245339352477783?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4239245339352477783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4239245339352477783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4239245339352477783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4239245339352477783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-believe-tht-you-could-ever-be-more.html' title='If I believe tht You&amp;Me, could ever be more than just what&apos;s been behind us.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6002988950737337981</id><published>2010-07-27T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:07:09.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngo oi kong ye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;which means "i want to say something" in cantonese. You must think where this will lead to but you'll know in a minute. I bet most of you have already read what I've written on my profile once before and the first thing I wrote on tht thing was about being me a banana. Why? I can't speak any other language in chinese, except cantonese, and even so, my slang &amp;amp; words don't seem to sound cantonese enough to anyone I've ever spoken cantonese to. Call me a sore loser but haha, this is the outcome of being brought up in a family who reads a lot &amp;amp; talks english most of the time. Even the neighbourhood gas man that stopped by awhile ago to take to the empty tank away said I sound like I don't speak chinese very much. To state the obvious, I don't. I've never felt coonfident enough to talk in my mothertongue but aunties and uncles like to nag because they say it's not good if i don't learn cause sooner or later I would have to learn how to speak but...ngeh. Who knows. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This was pretty random but I just thought I'd rant. (: *sigh haven't been doing too good but I've jst chose to deal with things the way the are. There's nothing I can do to change anything. I just have to be strong, or better yet, stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6002988950737337981?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6002988950737337981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6002988950737337981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6002988950737337981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6002988950737337981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/07/ngo-oi-kong-ye.html' title='Ngo oi kong ye.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-6437362327260645826</id><published>2010-07-18T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:08:41.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Okay?</title><content type='html'>Period pain, gastric, heartburn&amp;amp;hiccups, a driving instructor who constantly emo's with me, a project on the rush, a close friend who told me off and said i give the lamest and most common excuse, a certain someone who indirectly called me stupid in frontve a crowd of people and caused me public humiliation, and a mom who picked to watch a movie and shushed me instead of listening to my day... yeah, sure i'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of plastering a smile on my face but if it beats everyone from asking me what's wrong, without me knowing what the exact answer should be, then I should stick to it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like myself anymore.. I feel like.. everything's changed. And this time, I really don't know how to fix things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-6437362327260645826?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6437362327260645826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=6437362327260645826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6437362327260645826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/6437362327260645826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-you-okay.html' title='Are You Okay?'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4108458078799738790</id><published>2010-07-14T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:01:36.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amidst My Absence,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I need my breathers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/18898846-4108458078799738790?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4108458078799738790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4108458078799738790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4108458078799738790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4108458078799738790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/07/amidst-my-absence.html' title='Amidst My Absence,'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-3181655121303023798</id><published>2010-06-26T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:16:22.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What You Get When You Let You Heart Win.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I've always felt underappreciated. Just like any other human being, I'm insecure in my own life. For a fact that I'm so easily ridiculed and put down, I feel like I'm of no worth. Basically, my life has always evolved around emotional heartbreak. From my personal prospective, I've never not been in a situation where someone has ever had an issue with me. Take my family for example.. I'm nvr good enough &amp;amp; sometimes, I don't even think I'm accepted as the individual I've morphed into to this day. Friendships have their ups &amp;amp; downs but there's always a feeling of belittlement, avoidance &amp;amp; alienation. Past relationships have been a rollercoaster for me but having to keep at things to satisfy everyone else.. I've forgot how to take care of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it could be just me, my mind playing mindtricks on me, exaggerating that life was never always on my side. But once in awhile, it's good to know I still have buddies who make the effort to make sure I stay happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-3181655121303023798?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3181655121303023798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=3181655121303023798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3181655121303023798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3181655121303023798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thats-what-you-get-when-you-let-you.html' title='That&apos;s What You Get When You Let You Heart Win.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-8080018223166986038</id><published>2010-06-21T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:08:08.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You There. Yeah You, Boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TB8xnDV0J6I/AAAAAAAAHjA/v9uavaM6QFM/s1600/l0likdkOwX1qzl4rlo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TB8xnDV0J6I/AAAAAAAAHjA/v9uavaM6QFM/s400/l0likdkOwX1qzl4rlo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485157418142017442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't care if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; thinks I'm a bitch for doing this but you've gone too far and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've messed with the wrong girl&lt;/span&gt;. I'm the type of girl who MUST say what's on my mind, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daaaamn &lt;/span&gt;boy, have I got something to say; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thachana, you're a child in a 17 y/o's body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Will you just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;get a life &amp;amp; grow the fuck up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna be honest, yr performances so far haven't been amazing, or spectacular for a fact. I think the other dancers on your crew did way better than you did. And that's why, for the umpteenth time, I'm telling you again. If you don't audition, then you are NOT performing for I.U. Day this year. Fine, if you'd rather send in a video, then go ahead.. but if you're not even gonna let us see how "great" you think you are, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't hope&lt;/span&gt; to be in the spotlight. But stop asking us if we WANT you to perform or not because there were other people who actually made the effort to come just for auditions despite that they had to pay &amp;amp; the place. Hence, just because you think you're one helluva' "great", it doesn't mean we're on the same page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And please la. Don't go around on facebook giving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lousy remarks &amp;amp; comments&lt;/span&gt; on our photos about how we prefects "ponteng kelas" when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're actually on break&lt;/span&gt; when you weren't even there when the photo was taken. Then as for our basketball group photo with the hartamas girls? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since when did we ever have to take photos only if we won?&lt;/span&gt; Is there some sort of unwritten rule about taking photos that I should know abt? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I for one&lt;/span&gt;, would certainly like to know. And so what if we lost? If you'd like to sponsor us a basketball coach, then by all means, go ahead because if you think it's just so easy to get placing in those kinda of competitions, then why don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; go put on a sports bra &amp;amp; we'll let you do all the hard work. How 'bout tht for a change, hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-8080018223166986038?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8080018223166986038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=8080018223166986038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8080018223166986038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8080018223166986038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-there-yeah-you-boy.html' title='You There. Yeah You, Boy.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TB8xnDV0J6I/AAAAAAAAHjA/v9uavaM6QFM/s72-c/l0likdkOwX1qzl4rlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-67361315134099840</id><published>2010-06-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:39:54.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update. Get Your Updates! (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arif's Birthday Dinner -&gt; Nikki's &amp;amp; Marc's Surprise @ Kavee's; 24th of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_99572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 375px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_99572.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ash Li, Li May &amp;amp; I. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/2-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Arif, blindfolded next to his bestfriend, Yudish. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;credits to Ash Li for this &amp;amp; the bottom photo. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lala.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 595px; height: 446px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/lala.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haha, I jst realized how short he cut his hair then, now. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have to thank Ash Li and her mom for giving Li May &amp;amp; I a ride to Solaris Dutamas since we had no idea where it was. Yudish called like when we were on the way there &amp;amp; told us to get there as fast as we could cause Arif was already in his house, waiting for Yudish to get dressed. You see, it was sortve a surprise party. Arif knew about it, he just didn't know where it was &amp;amp; I told him that I wouldn't be able to make it cause I had to celebrate dad's birthday(which was true, only thing was.. it was on the next day :P) &amp;amp; he bought it. Haha. We got there before the whole crowd came then eventually, when Yudish was bringing Arif up the escalator, they sat him down right infrontve me &amp;amp; took of his blindfold &amp;amp; he couldn't say a thing but later on he told me he had a feeling I'd be coming. Haha. Had dinner &amp;amp; then around 10ish, Mayy &amp;amp; I had to leave cause we'd promise Kink's we'd turn up. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Called a cab &amp;amp; it didn't take us too long before we got to her place. (: the boys were busy playing futsal then while the girls were jst chilling and not too long after, we moved the party back into the house. We just bummed around until everyone started going home one by one &amp;amp; eventually around 12ish, Firdaus sent me home along with Darren, Nikki, Nasri &amp;amp; someone else that I can't seem to recall while Jo fetched the others home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I CHOPPED OFF MY HAIR! ; 25th of April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_00042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 452px; height: 602px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_00042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I didn't do it lahh. But I did go to Monsoon ID to get it chopped. (: I liked it then but everyone said they missed my long hair :( I do too actually. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sports Day '10; 29th of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even though waking up at 4.45am just to get dressed to be at school by 5.30am was NOT my thing, I still think this year's sports day was spectacular. With our catch phrase "HEAR US HOWL, HEAR US ROAR; NOW WATCH THE WOLVES, WILL WIN THIS WAR!" and etc along with our gorgeous banner that credits all go to Lian, everything was great. (:  Couldn't be more proud of everyone &amp;amp; their hardwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The BLUES came in 2nd this year with the GREENS holding the #1 spot but no matter. We Blues have been in the spotlight for a good three years now &amp;amp; I guess we just had to let someone else beat us at it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 498px; height: 662px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rach (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 652px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0057.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Kris (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_00722.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 568px; height: 425px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_00722.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rach, Aimi, me &amp;amp; Kris. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 666px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0060.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Khalyf, our pack leader. Haha. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0098.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 581px; height: 774px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0098.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The GREENs theme this year were superheroes, hence, The Hulk. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 433px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Marwan came! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 430px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nadia, Mayy &amp;amp; i. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 552px; height: 412px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01112.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hotshot runners Alaric, Marc &amp;amp; Sanju. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 567px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01162.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Karen Y. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 579px; height: 435px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01232.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ish -___-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01312.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so not mar, so not. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 498px; height: 664px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01342.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FIRDAUUUUUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;By the time we were done at the stadium, it was already 2ish, almost 3pm. The busride back to school was quiet since everyone was so tired. Met up with the boys who drove there &amp;amp; back from the stadium then walked with most of them to KFC while Jo drove Ila, Amy &amp;amp; i forgot who else. The boys were being totally arsey with me, bringing up the "boob" prank that Darren played on me 3 years back. Ish. Then Firdaus thought it was fun to tease me but I couldn't give two hoots abt it cause it was old news anyway. Haha. After KFC was Tutti Frutti! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31044_422929675637_750880637_590018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 441px; height: 659px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/31044_422929675637_750880637_590018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'scuse the fat. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;credits to Marwan for the above &amp;amp; below photo. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31044_422929705637_750880637_590018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 659px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/31044_422929705637_750880637_590018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, I wanted to strangle the ceebs for playing the darn prank on me -__-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01552.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 590px; height: 442px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01552.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TUTTI FRUTTI! (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 575px; height: 430px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01512.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ended up going home only at 6+. Jo sent me home just before it rained cats &amp;amp; dogs and admitted to myself I was pretty lucky. Thanks Jo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hartamas' Carnival -&gt; OU; 8th of May.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 671px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0189.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren C. getting dunked. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 507px; height: 674px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0192.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Darren SINGH getting dunked too. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01942.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01942.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ash Li, Mayy &amp;amp; I. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Met the others a tad bit late at the school cause I was late for my dental appointment before that. In the end, I didn't manage to stay for too long cause mom couldn't fetch me back &amp;amp; I had to get a ride from my friends and since they were there much earlier than I was, they wanted to leave not too long after I arrived so I followed suit. Felt kinda sad I couldn't accompany the boy for too long but he was being such a dear about &amp;amp; told me we'd spend time together again soon. Felt guilty for leaving so early but I did anyway. Asif, Rach, Kinks, Nikki &amp;amp; I followed Jo while Aidit, Marwan, Lian, &amp;amp; Darren hitched a ride from Firdaus and we ended up in OU. Everyone settled for juicy Carls Jr. while I just sat around &amp;amp; stole fries! Haha. I had Macs before going to Hartamas so I didnt want to pack on the pounds by having two fast food meals in ONE day. So yeah. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_01982.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 569px; height: 426px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_01982.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mad people who had nothing else better to do at a traffic light junction. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_02042-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 725px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_02042-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Firdauuuus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 724px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0205.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Kinks doing her thang. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_02232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 599px; height: 450px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_02232.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nikki my sexy granny♥ , Darren eating with his mouth open -_-' , &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_02242.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_02242.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If only there was a smiley made for my face. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0236.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 596px; height: 446px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0236.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aidit on the right there.. why so serious wei ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 593px; height: 443px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0218.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;brothers frm other mothers with different colours. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 572px; height: 427px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0227.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;love this shot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Accompanied Marwan, Lian, Nikki, Kavee, Darren &amp;amp; Firdaus to Old Town since Marwan wanted his ipoh hor fun until Nikki had to leave &amp;amp; Kavee followed too. So we were fooling around with Darren's cigs when Lian sortve threatens Darren that she'll pour soysauce into his box of fags when she accidentally tips over the bottle of soysauce &amp;amp; his entire box, GONE. Well, except for one lucky fag. haha. Yup. Only one. Damn sad but too bad. He was like crushed but he lived through it (; cmon, it's just a box of fags dude, FAGS. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the restve the boys who were playing foos in OSC. Didn't stay in there for too long cause I decided to walk home with Lian &amp;amp; Asif since I was feeling kinda tired already. Too bad for us, it was cloudy beyond expectation so we got caught in the rain. Lian was lucky enough to reach her condo before it started raining so it was only Asif &amp;amp; I walking in rain. D: More unfortunate for me since I was wearing white too -__-' but Asif was nice enough to walk me all the way home before heading back to his house first. (: haha, such a gentleman. Told him over and over that he should jst go home &amp;amp; that I'll be fine but he kept refusing &amp;amp; said he was always thought to nvr leave any girl alone. Awww. Such good morals lahh, that boy. (: ahahha. Moving on. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oh golly. look at the time. I should get going. (: Need to be up early for mass tomorrow. cheers! P.S. Auditions were fun. Thanks to all who could make it ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-67361315134099840?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/67361315134099840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=67361315134099840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/67361315134099840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/67361315134099840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-get-your-updates.html' title='Update. Get Your Updates! (;'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-4523545053727125274</id><published>2010-06-19T01:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:28:57.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Me Over,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Very simply, I jst need to express my distaste toward my maid. I've held it in for a little too long &amp;amp; I need to vent... BAD. or maybe cause I'm just angry but nevertheless, this has bothered me for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has never had any luck with maids for years now. It's annoying real. And with mom being stubborn &amp;amp; hardheaded as a donkey which wouldn't budge no matter how hard you tried to get it to move, we're stuck with a 3time reject whom dad &amp;amp; I tried persuading mom to change during the trial period but noooo, she wouldn't listen. Wht I cannot stand? Gosh, where do I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) when you tell her &amp;amp; raise yr voice at her(not tht I've done it, but parents do it all the time) when she's done something wrong, she just smiles &amp;amp; thinks everything's a JOKE. Like it's even funny to begin with &amp;amp; idk whether it's because we have trouble communicating with her since her grasp on english is disappointing(which she doesn't even bother brushing up on but it IS her job since she's in a foreign country to WORK), no doubt or she just enjoys seeing us get angry because it's screwing us over when she nvr does things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) she's as lazy as sloth. she never sets her alarm so on school days, sometimes I have to wake her up &amp;amp; she doesn't even have the slightest sense of remorse which bugs me like no tomorrow. again, she jst smiles whenever I ask her why she always FAILS to wake me up in time for me to get to school when I'm supposed to since I'm  a prefect -__-' UGH. so I've been on holiday for the past 2 weeks &amp;amp; last week when I woke up around 10ish, mom was already outve the house &amp;amp; I was heading down for breakfast when I saw her sleeping on the couch when she's supposed to be doing house work. HOW LAHHH?! I'm not even gonna start talking abt how her work is done always halfheartedly. Ugh. sickeeeeening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) how she uses my things without even ASKING. for example, I leave hairpins around in my room or my hairbrush, she'll just take them &amp;amp; use them then she doesn't even give 'em back. can tell me how not to be annoyed or not? and just for the record, I don't share things so whatever she uses, I don't use anymore cause it's not hygenic. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) how she eats whatever she likes &amp;amp; only leaves the last of it(whatever it is) for the rest of us. from biscuits, ice cream, you name it. and mother. she even dare lay her greedy fingers on MY biscuits that Arif bought &amp;amp; delivered to my doorstep just to apologize for something and to keep a promise, specially for me. and she ate them! mother, just writing this, ahhh.. i could just.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) she can't lie properly but it does get on my nerves alot tht she denies everything even though we know the truth.. for example, smoking. will not elab on tht so whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are jst the few things I can think of right now but she's got lots of other bad habbits too but I think if I continue on, there'll be a blood bath in the morning. (: kidding kidding. but i will scream at her I swear.. I'm just waiting to see how long more I can hold it all in. ugh. but the biscuit thing was TOO MUCH. TOO. MUCH. god. it was my favourite biscuits ): the small oval shaped ones with a dollop of pink/yellow/green/white icing ontop. grrrr. beetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I bet you guys are probably like whatthefark-ing at the mo cause I'm ranting about my maid when I havent even been keeping you lovers posted recently. apologies with no excuses this time. I've been on break for almost 2 weeks now &amp;amp; I've been pretty much bumming around at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, with the boy coming round to see me from time to time. ♥ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh. So where do I begin? Goshes. In the span of a month, just ONE month, sooo many things happened, good &amp;amp; bad. The last thing I blogged abt was probably prep fr basketball competition so I'll try to recall just as much as my brain permits me to. (: but do pardon me if I cut this post short outve the blue because today was an addfreakingmath marathon. 9.30am-1pm was intensive form4 class while 3pm-5pm was my usual class. god. my mind's had enough of numbers. Fingers crossed it hasn't had enough of letters&amp;amp;words just yet (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confirmation! Class of '10;  17th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26921_383861750425_625825425_445398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 396px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/26921_383861750425_625825425_445398.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Leah Oh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26921_383862250425_625825425_445399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 526px; height: 395px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/26921_383862250425_625825425_445399.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Micaela Y. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26921_383862240425_625825425_445399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 526px; height: 394px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/26921_383862240425_625825425_445399.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin Alexis Phang, Catherine Tee Kim Lian, &amp;amp; Ronald Michael Lim. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26921_383862255425_625825425_445399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 389px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/26921_383862255425_625825425_445399.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half candid;&lt;br /&gt;Shanadel, Leah, Valerie[moi], Micaela &amp;amp; Nora. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26921_383861755425_625825425_445398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 391px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/26921_383861755425_625825425_445398.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the restve the class with Aunty Deborah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony just took my breath away (': everyone looked so nice, the girls all dressed in white from head to toe while the boys had on red ties &amp;amp; black slacks. Even if my dress didn't fit me so well and I was soooo dark(due to hours&amp;amp;hours of nonstop basketball training for tournament out in the scorching hot sun), I was so proud of my class &amp;amp; I, having been confirmed as catholics together. (: And I couldn't have wished for a better teacher as Aunty Deborah, who guided us kids through it all and treated each and every one of us as her own. Haha, photo taking session was just.. *FLASHFLASHFLASH. gosh. Bright lights &amp;amp; smiles all plastered on our faces. Haha. Good times. (: but seeing these photos again makes me miss everyone even more than I already do. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23637_1392730748848_1549539872_9552.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/23637_1392730748848_1549539872_9552.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo that Alvin took of Ron &amp;amp; I during camp made me miss camp too. ): it was that point of time where I found refuge and was so moved by my faith. It was times like this when I wished I could go through every emotion that I had been through, there &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner that night with my uncle &amp;amp; aunt who were down frm Hong Kong. Mmm, had great chinese food in BSC. (: *thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26921_383864005425_625825425_445401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 374px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/26921_383864005425_625825425_445401.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't remember what the name of the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was called though. Sent my uncle &amp;amp; aunt back to their&lt;br /&gt;hotel in KL when I took this photo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=klcc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 452px; height: 602px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/klcc.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL's splendour. (; It does look like a wonder at night, doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;*PLEASE DO NOT STEAL. if stolen, please credit.... or else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OU with the hartamas boys, Mayy &amp;amp; the twins; 18th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First date with the boy. (: We were no where close to being official but we could tell we liked each other. Haha. I can't put into words how disappointed I felt when an hour before the thing, Li May told me he couldn't make it &amp;amp; he twittered me saying his fever came back &amp;amp; my heart literally dropped. But then Li May called up (or did i call her??) and we were talking when she wanted to tell me something but held back. I jst knew, tht something was up &amp;amp; it was weird tht he wasn't replying my twitter. No matter. I didn't keep my hopes up but I had a feeling he'd turn up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayy picked me up &amp;amp; we headed over to OU where the boys were still missing in action except for Nadhil who so we lined up for movie tix first (: the line was brutally long &amp;amp; Keefe showed up a little later with Arif, following him frm behind. I shot a look at Mayy because I knew they were both in on the act together. Grrrr. That's my bestfriend &amp;amp; my boyfriend for you. Ish. Well, he wasn't my boyfriend then but I'll get to that later. :P Instead of buying tix for Kick-Ass because they were all sold out, we bought tix fr When in Rome instead. After we got outve the line, the twins called &amp;amp; said they'd be coming. So this time, Mayy &amp;amp; the other two boys lined up again but this time, she purposely bought two tickets for the row infront of the initial tix we bought &amp;amp; told me straight in the face that "I don't care. You &amp;amp; Arif are gonna sit there." .. omaigod. I was somehow... terrified cause Arif's been the only boy who's ever made me feel shy. Made me feel like a kid again though. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I didn't talk much that day. Movie was okay but I forgot what we did before the movie but aft the movie, we hung around &amp;amp; went to Burger King to eat/chill. Otw, some perv touched my hand on purpose &amp;amp; I couldn't help but give the guy &amp;amp; his gang a cockstare that was probably sooo bad that when they noticed, they stopped laughing, &amp;amp; walked away quicker than usual when they reached the bottom of the escalator. I cannot put into words how much hatred &amp;amp; anger was running thru my veins during those few minutes but i hate boys who think they can do anything &amp;amp; get away with it, especially getting their grubby hands on me. It doesn't matter if it's just my hand, my shoulder or wherever. If you're a pervert and think you can do just about anything with me, you'd better watch it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a abit more upset abt it than I had expected so I kinda emo-ed till throughout the restve the day until I got home. But I have to thank Keefe for sending me home though. (: no photos this time. haha. NEXT!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Basketball Tourny '10; 20&amp;amp;21st of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9876.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 553px; height: 414px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9876.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc, Nikki &amp;amp; Kinks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9889.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 407px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9889.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belindaaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=27764_415400937287_602162287_514861.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/27764_415400937287_602162287_514861.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r-l: Gloria, Mayy, Ash Li, Brenda &amp;amp; I. (:&lt;br /&gt;credits frm Ash Li's camera (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9882.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 551px; height: 412px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9882.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ttdi &amp;amp; hartamas girls! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="UIStory_Message"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9926.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 567px; height: 756px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9926.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the seri saujana vs. ttdi match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9941.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 617px; height: 462px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9941.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD STUFF! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will not elab too much on this but our games were all in the afternoon, in the hot burning unmercyful(if tht's even a word) sun. -__-' we'd get there by 12.30pm &amp;amp; cheer for the bukit bandaraya &amp;amp; hartamas girls :D we were up against sri sentosa girls on the first day but we played up our game much better than previous years so I'm pretty proud of the girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, we didn't have much luck. The old ref who probably sided the seri saujana girls since they speak chinese was being a total bitch. And to think we were being so polite to him on the first day. Was fucking rude to Belle also when he blew the whistle to call free throw or either time &amp;amp; she was asking him nicely what was going on &amp;amp; he just shouted "FREE THROW LAH!" or "TIME OUT LAH!" at her. Then when them Saujana girls weren't even playing basketball(for crying out loud!) &amp;amp; godknows who's rules they were playing according to but our whole team knew it wasn't even a good game. When we called for fouls also, none of the ref's gave face &amp;amp; said they saw anything so when Marc asked them which rules were they playing according to, they couldn't even give a damn answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wanted our revenge &amp;amp; since the ref's didn't call a foul on them, we played the same way the played with us. Then yknw wht? The ref's realized &amp;amp; called on our fouls. Motherceebs. In the end, I got fouled outve the game cause according to the score sheet, I had reached FIVE fouls when I only had THREE &amp;amp; someone else got fouled out too when she didn't even get five fouls. Can you tell me how is that exactly fair? Well, it's not to even say it is. I wanted to give the ref a piece of my mind when I saw the score sheet but the damn guy can just snatch the paper FROM my hand, fold it into half &amp;amp; look me in the eye &amp;amp; say "Forget it, it's over". My god. If I wasn't brought up with the right morals at home, the first thing I'd do to tht old man was punch his lights out in a heartbeat. Ugh. makes me so angry. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bus driver was sucha' nice guy &amp;amp; he agreed to drop us off at Devi's instead of school on both days and we had our dose of mamak food &amp;amp; then Tutti Frutti as another source of comfort food. Argh. NEXT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast @ Macs, CP with Joel; 23rd of April. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_99492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 713px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_99492.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was really REALLY, impromptu. Forgot why I was home on a weekday but it was like, we were both on facebook &amp;amp; we started chatting &amp;amp; decided to go for breakfast since we didn't catch up in a long long time. Felt good seeing him after so long. Haha. Met a couple of his friends before he sent me back home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arif's Birthday Dinner -&gt; Nikki's &amp;amp; Marc's Surprise @ Kink's; 24th of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..this, i'll continue another day. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LATE. AUDITIONS. TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/18898846-4523545053727125274?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4523545053727125274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=4523545053727125274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4523545053727125274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/4523545053727125274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/screw-me-over.html' title='Screw Me Over,'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-1309354252157043008</id><published>2010-06-10T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:30:45.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Off The Ground,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.. he swept me off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=deardiary.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/deardiary.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;our first month of many, still yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-1309354252157043008?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1309354252157043008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=1309354252157043008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1309354252157043008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1309354252157043008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/right-off-ground.html' title='Right Off The Ground,'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-594059142954396278</id><published>2010-06-09T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:05:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know what it's like to be told over &amp;amp; over again by recording device&lt;br /&gt;- "the person you are calling is not reachable" in 3 different languages for two consecutive hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TA6DRawu3pI/AAAAAAAAHiw/2S1W1AMgaTU/s1600/20090206151023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TA6DRawu3pI/AAAAAAAAHiw/2S1W1AMgaTU/s400/20090206151023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480462131821207186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you knw why i sent you that text the night before your basketball game?&lt;br /&gt;Because the book I was reading.. someone's husband wasn't picking up his cell or his&lt;br /&gt;hotel room line when he was away for a conference for two days and she missed him..&lt;br /&gt;and I missed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know exactly how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TA6D1LwGCOI/AAAAAAAAHi4/W5oi0rcfxDg/s1600/4541912018_f874644533_b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TA6D1LwGCOI/AAAAAAAAHi4/W5oi0rcfxDg/s400/4541912018_f874644533_b_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480462746267289826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwillnotbawlmyeyesout.iwillnotbawlmyeyesout.iwillnotbawlmyeyesout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-594059142954396278?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/594059142954396278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=594059142954396278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/594059142954396278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/594059142954396278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-john.html' title='Dear John,'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm02YZU76og/TA6DRawu3pI/AAAAAAAAHiw/2S1W1AMgaTU/s72-c/20090206151023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-95157556041681853</id><published>2010-06-08T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:53:56.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayy Did My Nails. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_07072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 400px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_07072.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“ Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I’ve come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I’m a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past, and recognize that every day won’t be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair remember, it’s only in the black of night that you see the stars, and those stars lead you back home. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-95157556041681853?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/95157556041681853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=95157556041681853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/95157556041681853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/95157556041681853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/mayy-did-my-nails.html' title='Mayy Did My Nails. (:'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-3855822684411901485</id><published>2010-06-07T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:48:21.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare? More Like A Bad Case Of Reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kq495hf73G1qzvoy7o1_400-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/kq495hf73G1qzvoy7o1_400-1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an issue; On a daily basis, when i'm out or doing things on my own(i.e. walking down the street or worse yet, crossing one or maybe watching someone else do something), worst case scenarios tend to play out in mind. All the time, casually and nvr intended. Even the dreams I've had, uber weird. That, I won't go into detail as I wouldn't want to creep you guys out but trust me, nothing good ever comes outve it &amp;amp; it isn't the least bit magical or pretty. I'm lucky though, I've stopped dreaming for awhile now because I hate getting up in the dead of the night where silence plays a tadtoo loud &amp;amp; I can't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l31mugu8Sz1qzyagco1_500_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/l31mugu8Sz1qzyagco1_500_large.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-3855822684411901485?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3855822684411901485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=3855822684411901485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3855822684411901485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3855822684411901485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/06/nightmare-more-like-bad-case-of-reality.html' title='Nightmare? More Like A Bad Case Of Reality.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-3978619049706124401</id><published>2010-05-30T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:43:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You May Say That I'm A Dreamer. - edit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/xx.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but sometimes I wished I could just runaway and disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i feel as if i'm the third wheel now.. how i'm so outve touch with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you guys that i don't feel the same when i'm around you guys anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sometimes i don't know how we became bestfriends because you guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hardly tell me anything. i would ask but i'm afraid of being&lt;br /&gt;rejected.. cause i knw things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but just so yknw, i'll always be here for you guys no matter what because i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hopefully, this means something to you as much as it does to me. i love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-3978619049706124401?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3978619049706124401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=3978619049706124401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3978619049706124401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/3978619049706124401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-may-say-that-im-dreamer.html' title='You May Say That I&apos;m A Dreamer. - edit.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-8561934096942299329</id><published>2010-05-25T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:28:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Glitters Is Not Gold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"It's like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  have to have the nicest jeans, or the cutest purse, or say the newest thing so that it catches on. You have to be skinny, you have to buy this, wear this, say that, be on his side, her side, be neutral, have white teeth, have straight teeth, your hair can't be frizzy, and you can't wear that because it just doesn't 'work' anymore. You have to go to parties, be friends with everyone, trust no one, pose like this, smile like that, tilt your head this way, and put your hand on your hip, because that's how it is. And let me just say, fuck all of that. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/18898846-8561934096942299329?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8561934096942299329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=8561934096942299329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8561934096942299329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/8561934096942299329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-that-glitters-is-not-gold.html' title='All That Glitters Is Not Gold.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-5812688297271833476</id><published>2010-05-11T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:26:55.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Stop Looking, They'll Find Their Way To You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What I say and how I look does not define who I am. And hello readers, the same goes for you too; Because even some of the most beautiful people in the world, does the ugliest things ever imaginable. There is not one person, on the face of the Earth who is made to handle every punch, every kick, every rock &amp;amp; stick throw their way; Hey, a person may rock, but think again, they're not made outve stone.. as a matter of fact, we're made to get mad, upset, sad, be hurt, stumble &amp;amp; fall. We aren't supposed to be able to handle everything, but that's what makes us stronger in the end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;by learning from the things that hurt us the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.. I owe it to the people who hated me, who disrespected me, who judged me and who put me down because they are the ones who have moulded me into what I am today; Today, I've become somewhat ignorant to all the daily nonsense; so come what gossip a low life soul would share with me, I'd sometimes rather not say anything &amp;amp; just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  to listen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;unless you're bitching about my bestfriend, then i'd give you a black eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (: because, sincerely, I believe I fight for all the right reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;             Then again, in life, people come and go. Even so, you learn to know that, the people who stay are the ones who will always be there, through all the bull, the drama, the good or the bad times. They will help you through every step of the way, stand up for you, &amp;amp; best of all, be in tremendous trouble with you. Then, you'd realize, those are the people that you'd truly ever need in yr life, with no shadow of a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                Know me personally or not but I've made mistakes in my life.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mistakes which I can nvr undo&lt;/span&gt;. Mistakes that I will always and forever be ashamed of; I've let people take advantage of me, control me, tell me what I can &amp;amp; cannot do&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(mind you, this excludes my family)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I used to accept way less than I ever deserved. Like they always say,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "I was young &amp;amp; stupid"&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; young &amp;amp; sometimes still stupid, I've learned frm my bad choices &amp;amp; even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I know better now &amp;amp; I haven't settled for anything less than I know I deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                 As the years have gone by, I've learned not to trust a person to an extent that they'd find a way to hurt me in any way possible.. especially when it comes to affairs of the heart. Flings don't count. You'd be surprised but I've only ever trusted 4 boys with my heart; Two of which I turned out completely heartbroken, one who I was with for 8 months &amp;amp; used to make me cry everytime I tried to hang out with him&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(this was in primary school so he'd get angry when his friends would start teasing &amp;amp; ask me to go away)&lt;/span&gt; but still turned out to be one of my bestfriends to this day, and one who i tried my ultimate best to be tolerant with but i never got around to trusting him on his words and I ended up being the one who broke his heart instead.. No, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't feel bad about it&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; broke my heart with every lie he told me, every yell he yelled at me and how jealous &amp;amp; insecure he'd get when I talked to my guyfriends to a point where I stopped talking to boys just for him but he still went on with life, going out with his gal pals to club &amp;amp; for late night movies because I'd always let him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                 See, it was times like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;, I taught myself how to be strong because I knew I had to. What is meant to be will end up good and what is not won't. Relationships are worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight FOR you. If they don't, it's best to move on and realize what you gave them was more than what they were willing to give you. One day, hopefully people will realize great things when they come around &amp;amp; catch a hold of it before it's gone. Always fight, until you can't anymore, and then be fought for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/AI.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I knew from the start, this was going to be something different because of outve all the boys I've dated, you made me feel shy and I'm NEVER shy. Sure, our first "date" was quite a fail but I felt so bummed out when you told me you were sick &amp;amp; wouldn't be coming but an hour later, showed up &amp;amp; surprised me instead. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; not to mention for the countless sweet little things you've done that make my day, everyday. (: *sigh, you really are something, yknw. Be it the loser who wanted to watch the Notebook with me but didn't know who Nicholas Sparks was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(i'm still so gobsmacked by this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;, the bum who's fallen asleep on me countless times already but still calls ME the lazybum, the boy who texts me "good morning, sunshine! :D" every single morning now without fail, or the most cheeeesiest boy I've ever met, you now have all the power to shatter my heart into a million pieces, but I trust you enough to knw that you wouldn't, right? (; HEH. lafff you loseeeer. &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;:B&lt;/span&gt; Well, this post is getting a tad too long &amp;amp; with my internet connection still being a pain in my arse, &lt;/span&gt;I should give it a rest. (: &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;another update soon yeahs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-5812688297271833476?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5812688297271833476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=5812688297271833476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5812688297271833476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/5812688297271833476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-stop-looking-theyll-find-their.html' title='When You Stop Looking, They&apos;ll Find Their Way To You.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-7370122110860923736</id><published>2010-05-09T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:19:53.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Doubt. Not Even For A Second.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“ Don’t waste your time asking why such an amazing thing could happen to you, just let it happen. Don’t doubt that you could be loved, just let yourself be loved. If you don’t believe you’re worthy of anyone’s time, then you won’t be. Take yourself seriously and others will too. ‘Why’ is such a wasteful question. Why? Because that’s the way it’s supposed to be. That’s the only answer you can have. accept it. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;believe it, baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-7370122110860923736?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7370122110860923736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=7370122110860923736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/7370122110860923736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/7370122110860923736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-doubt-not-even-for-second.html' title='Don&apos;t Doubt. Not Even For A Second.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-1404831138454289631</id><published>2010-05-02T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:14:46.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the first time in a long time, I'm in the mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or rather, I just can't be arsed to do my moral folio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which is due in the upcoming week &amp;amp; I should be paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cause I'm running outve time but I'm not.. dah la I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have anyone to drive me out to get my photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;printed after today. Lol. I'm asking for trouble but like I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm in the mood. I'M IN THE ZONE AND I'VE GOT MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MOJO. Kay, getting lame. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, this isnt going to be an update abt wht I do daily, but this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is just gonna be plain ranting. Speaking of which, I've come to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;terms with myself that I can't and don't blog like how I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the previous years, blogging used to be one of my favourite pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;times, but idk, when blogging started becoming a trend to everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I jst lost interest. Told you I don't like to follow trends. Now it's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like, the only reason I blog is to keep people updated on what goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in my life on a daily basis.. scratch tht, it's not even daily cause I nvr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;update tht often. Well you see, I'm the type of person who, when I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in the mood, I need to do it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;there &amp;amp; then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. If I don't, coupleve hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;later or worse yet, the next day, I wouldn't bother. This is proof, tht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I get bored of things faster than I'd like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and/or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; my attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;span only lasts.. a short period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Changing topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cupid's on steriods&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Haha. Someone wrote tht on Arif's&lt;br /&gt;wall the other day; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Will not wear my heart on my sleeves and elab on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;my current love affairs because for once, I'd like to keep things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;to myself for a bit but all you hv to knw at the mo, is tht i'm doing well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I mean to say is, matter how many times I tell myself I'm so fed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;up with all the shit that I have to put up with &amp;amp; that I'm done, one boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will always be there to grab my attention. But honestly, when you stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;looking for that special someone, they just appear infrontve yr eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not literally but yknw wht I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To be frank, I've always wondered how someone like me, is judged&lt;br /&gt;by the restve the world. Sometimes, it's not easy being the one who&lt;br /&gt;always gets caught up in all the drama. People gossip &amp;amp; I hated how&lt;br /&gt;people always did abt me. But now, I choose not to care. I'm lucky enough to&lt;br /&gt;have friends who actually stand up for me &amp;amp; remind me every once in&lt;br /&gt;awhile that I should knw my boundaries. Wht's even better is&lt;br /&gt;that I have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;friends who are blatantly honest with their opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wht I don't like,&lt;br /&gt;is people who tell you that they're happy for you &amp;amp; tht they're always 100% behind&lt;br /&gt;you no matter what decision you make but later on, are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; bz trashtalking abt you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it happens everyday. But no,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I couldn't give two hoots&lt;/span&gt;, wasting my saliva&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; time away confronting people who have nothing else better to do in their lives,&lt;br /&gt;about what they have to say abt me or wht I do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is my business unless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what comes out from your mouth, goes directly into my ears.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the person that I am, don't be surprise if I yell at you because I'm only&lt;br /&gt;doing you a favour &amp;amp; I care abt you. Haha. You should jst ask Joel. I've dropped&lt;br /&gt;countless bombs on him already but hey, it's cause he's like the brother I never&lt;br /&gt;had. Hmm, always so full of mischieve, tht boy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been keeping myself bz.. so bz tht it's burning a hole in my&lt;br /&gt;pocket. D: Had to ask dad fr my allowance before the month even started &amp;amp; I hate&lt;br /&gt;asking money frm my parents. I mean, all my life, my parents never had to nag me&lt;br /&gt;about money because sister always thought me that I should nvr ask for money&lt;br /&gt;unless it's really necessary. Instead, my parents are usually the ones forcing me&lt;br /&gt;to take their money whenever I go out but most of the time, I refuse because&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually showered in guilt if I do; But yet, I still tend to forget to control my&lt;br /&gt;spending. -___-' I SHALL CUT DOWN ON CANTEEN FOOD... if i can. (: atleast&lt;br /&gt;then i'd be able to cut down on the immense amount of weight I've been&lt;br /&gt;letting on too. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Turns out we've got another monthly test sometime &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this month&lt;/span&gt;. Its&lt;br /&gt;just tht the dates haven't been finalized. Bummer. And just as I was hoping&lt;br /&gt;I'd be able to maybe relax a little during the June holidays, dad tells me he&lt;br /&gt;wants me to go for intensive addmaths classes. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Fine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;That, I don't mind but&lt;br /&gt;when dad says that I never study, I lost it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;How would yknw whether or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;not I study when you're nvr home these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;You say that FIVE months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt; without the computer would&lt;br /&gt;easy to get a pass but when I've been passing all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;this time, it hasn't been enough, has it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say tuition doesn't help, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;so if tuition doesn't help,&lt;br /&gt;then DO something to help me, why don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my parents&lt;/span&gt;.. but when the start saying these&lt;br /&gt;sorta things, it jst gets to me. grrr. I wished jie was around. I miss her&lt;br /&gt;dearly ): *sighh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Okay. I think I've done enough for one day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to rant again when I feel like it. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've heard this twice in the past month &amp;amp; I'll live to the day I'll live up to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18898846-1404831138454289631?l=ditzylingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1404831138454289631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18898846&amp;postID=1404831138454289631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1404831138454289631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18898846/posts/default/1404831138454289631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditzylingz.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am.'/><author><name>Lingz (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470097357496985426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zm02YZU76og/SFpOqUHfdQI/AAAAAAAADXM/_4C8gAv3H8c/S220/EP-Pic-3335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18898846.post-8084665169985591483</id><published>2010-04-17T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:33:45.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me To Higher Ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long time no see, bloggie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As promised, I said I'd update abt camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; everything else. I've got lots to rant abt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dating back to February so I should get right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rachael's CNY open house! - 26th Feb '10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was the ultimate. haha. everyone was hooked on rach's rockband and we sang till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our lungs gave way. Some others played twister. Twister was SICK! Hahah, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ones who weren't playing threw the spinner aside &amp;amp; just randomly picked where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the ones playing should put their hands &amp;amp; feet on. mad sick i'm telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahaha. Everyone sat around fr Taboo &amp;amp; it was really good fun. OH! And I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to mention, Rachael's mom food was again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOMB&lt;/span&gt;. :D Had so much fun that we girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;forgot to do "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody But You&lt;/span&gt;" since the boys did "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SORRY SORRY&lt;/span&gt;" at my open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ended up leaving later than expected with Kriss, Grace &amp;amp; Wenn Hong for addmath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but thankfully, Marc gave us a ride. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_87662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_87662.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kriss &amp;amp; Rach. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_88442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 344px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_88442.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo &amp;amp; Aidit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_87352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 337px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_87352.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wenn Hong &amp;amp; Sanju.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8755.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 332px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_8755.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anis sempat look at the camera &amp;amp; smile. haha (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_87682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 510px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_87682.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_88352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 516px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_88352.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and Adriel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8815.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 486px; height: 364px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_8815.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;taboooo! it was so unfair cause the team i was in kept getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all the hard words. ): but what's funny was tht the opposing team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would sometimes absent mindedly help us. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Break In" - 2nd March '10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. Mom came to pick me up frm Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tuition &amp;amp; we would usually get something to eat after but mom made a detour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;since she said she had to withdraw some money &amp;amp; the next thing we knw, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see our maid is out on the streets. So we stop the car next to her &amp;amp; ask her where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the hell does she think she's going &amp;amp; she tells us there's someone in the house! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Panic striken, mom &amp;amp; I shout at the maid to get in the car &amp;amp; I frantically dial 999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while mom's calling the police! Then the lady on the other side of the line kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;telling me to calm down &amp;amp; I WAS trying my utmost best to be calm, I just wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she could have said something more like "they're on the way" instead of telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;over &amp;amp; over again to be calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I tell mom to drive to the main road so that I can get the security guard to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;come and help but after telling the bugger THREE freaking times that there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was somebody in the house, I figured out he couldn't even understand english, mothereff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we zoom back to the house, mom &amp;amp; I scared shitless to get outve the car when I suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just run outve of the car, yelling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his mom: *opens the window* Whaaat?! What's wrong?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;THERE'S SOMEBODY IN THE HOUSE!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HUH?!" *closes the window &amp;amp; comes straight down with Justin's dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then this man, dressed in normal clothes on a motorbike stops in frontve my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;house &amp;amp; we all stop for a millisecond to stare at him &amp;amp; he raises his hands up saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Polis, polis. Saya polis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we sigh in relief. Just then another police car pulls up. So they start asking us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all sorts of questions &amp;amp; we walk into the house right behind them only to find our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nothing was touched in the house &amp;amp; everything was in normal condition. The dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;didn't even seem the least bit aggravated as if someone had just try to break an entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so we found it rather odd and everyone had been speculating if the maid had just made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the whole thing up as an excuse to why she was out on the streets. Now, that is smth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we'll nvr knw. But I was so glad, nothing happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;My Birthday Events. - 5th &amp;amp; 6th of March '10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was surprised Darren was the first to wish me. Haha. So nice of him. Was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thinking why he was calling my old number though cause I thought I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;already given him my new number but it didnt matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As per usual, I went out for dinner with mom &amp;amp; dad on my actual birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This time, I didn't pick the place since dad had suggested this place he had recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tried out with his colleagues called Subak. Omg, I swear they hv the BEST lamb rack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've ever tasted in my whole 17 years of my life. Good stuff. And the ambience there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was just great since it's kinda outdoorsy &amp;amp; it jst rained, so the weather was just right. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EP1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/EP1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so earlier on in the week, i went around asking everyone where they'd like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eat on saturday then Darren comes and tells me tht he wants to organize it, said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it'd be like a surprise. so in reply, i said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;"You sure ah? Okay, then on Saturday, you come and pick me up frm OU then you guys can take me wherever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hahaha. And tht's exactly wht they did, but I won't get to tht yet.&lt;br /&gt;The week goes by as per usual, except I'm trying my utmost best to eavesdrop&lt;br /&gt;on any extra info abt the party &amp;amp; I overheard Li May say "Kiara Green" to Ila&lt;br /&gt;one day, in class. Then on another day, I get a text from Darren saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"This saturday is gonna be a double surprise party so pls be there by 7pm. First surprise is at 7.10pm &amp;amp; 2nd surprise is at 7.30pm for Debra. And please bring a packet of cigarettes for entrance fee, my money tree kena stollen already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha, at tht point of time, I was thinking to myself what entrance fee? and i thought he was only sending me tht msg to tease me &amp;amp; get me going. So I didn't bother replying.  On Saturday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; rings me up and asks me the weirdest question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eh, you bake the cake already ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Huh? What cake?! I was supposed to bake a cake?! ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ehh... wait. Who's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Debra....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;OH SHIT. Sorry. NOTHING, NEVERMIND. BUHBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;whattheeff. -___-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as I'm getting dressed to go out, I go into my mom's room &amp;amp; out of blue, she&lt;br /&gt;starts asking me questions as she's looking into the mirror &amp;amp; doing her hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl, do you have a swimming suit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*looks at her in the mirror* yeah. why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;in my drawer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hahaha. whyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at her intently again to see if she was up to something*&lt;br /&gt;evidently, i could see she was stiffling a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, nothing. i just thought of taking you swimming next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HUH?!&lt;/span&gt; - in my mind i'm like wtfwtfwtf -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But you nvr take me swimming... did my friends ask you to do something?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bursts out into laughter* NOOO. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and my dad's like, wht on EARTH is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Man Houw for a movie and after our movie, I called KK to ask where she was&lt;br /&gt;cause she said she was gonna wait till my movie was done to hand me the candy&lt;br /&gt;she got for me. :D After I saw her, along with Danny, Auds, &amp;amp; Nav, Manhouw and I went&lt;br /&gt;to meet up with Dickson &amp;amp; Li May. Mayy dragged me to one of the shops &amp;amp; asked me to&lt;br /&gt;try on a dress tht Dickson wanted to get for me as a present. After tht, Dickson had to get&lt;br /&gt;going so Mayy, Man Houw &amp;amp; I went for a drink at Little Cravings as we were waited fr&lt;br /&gt;someone to come take us to party. LOL. right. Bumped into Lu Wen, Danyal &amp;amp; Jolene and&lt;br /&gt;then Justin Kong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_90732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 522px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_90732.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_90872.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 402px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_90872.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lu Wen &amp;amp; Danyal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, we walked over to OU's&lt;br /&gt;entrance &amp;amp; Kriss' parents came to get us. They blindfolded me &amp;amp; I overheard&lt;br /&gt;kriss' mom say Kiara Green again so I guessed as much we were going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car stops, we get down &amp;amp; suddenly, Kriss &amp;amp; Mayy run off somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;leaving Man Houw &amp;amp; I alone. Then Kaveetha comes along &amp;amp; both of them start taking me&lt;br /&gt;for a walk, telling me to leap or take a big step or go up a flight of stairs with my blindfold&lt;br /&gt;still on. -___-' and I already knew for sure, we weren't at Kiara Green because it definately didn't have stairs &amp;amp; such. So only after 10 to 15 minutes of that, they took to the pool area,&lt;br /&gt;got me to sit down on a chair, took off my blindfold &amp;amp; TADAAA, the camera flashes go off&lt;br /&gt;and I see a small group of my friends right infront of me along with a cake &amp;amp; they start&lt;br /&gt;singing me Happy Birthday (': super sweet okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 628px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0184-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to &lt;a href="http://ila-desertedluxury.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ila&lt;/a&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see tht cake?! Kavee &amp;amp; Lian baked tht god, was it good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Found out Darren accidently saved MY new number under Kavee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;name cause Kavee recently changed her number too. Bodoh gile, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's why Darren sent me the msg abt the double surprise party &amp;amp; asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if I had already baked the cake. -__-' sumpah x jam. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was just a very small party but it couldn't have been any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;better. I'm so glad I've got such great friends. :D And yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we swam. Turns out, they told my mom wht the plan was beforehand and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kavee called my mom sometime after I left the house because I absent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mindedly forgot to text Mayy who kept reminding me to tell her when I left the hse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which clearly, I didn't &amp;amp; asked if i was already outve the house. And mom packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my stuff &amp;amp; handed them over to Kavee. :P I SHOULD HAVE GUESSED. Haha. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_91032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 564px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_91032.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man Houw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9120.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hussein, Darren, moi, Jo, Kriss &amp;amp; Aznida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9113.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kavee, Ila, Hussien, Aidit, moi, Darren(at the bottom), Jo, Kriss &amp;amp; Aznida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0239-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 340px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_0239-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ila, Kavee, moi, Mayy &amp;amp; Darren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;grabbed frm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://ila-desertedluxury.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Justin came around 9ish &amp;amp; sent me home around 11.45pm. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had one heck of a day alright. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Signed Up for Driving Classes! - 13th March '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woootz:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUting. - 14th March '10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Went for morning mass &amp;amp; went to OU with Derrick, Elizabeth, Ronald &amp;amp; Marc since we&lt;br /&gt;had time to kill seeing as our day camp bck at church only started at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we got to OU a little too early &amp;amp; blanked out on what to do &amp;amp; where to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Settled for toast at Old Town White Coffee "SIGNATURE" &amp;amp; it took them probably 20mins to half an hour just to serve us 4 sets of toast. =__=' Signature. hah. More like my foot. In tht&lt;br /&gt;span of 20 mins, Derrick &amp;amp; Eli's itchy fingers caught hold of the salt shaker poured soya sauce&lt;br /&gt;into it &amp;amp; the rest of us are like O.O. Eli even mix the thing up &amp;amp; Ronald was afraid of wht the&lt;br /&gt;waiters would say &amp;amp; exchanged it fr another one on the next table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OUt3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 361px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/OUt3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derrick &amp;amp; ron.&lt;br /&gt;cheeky boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11ish, went around to looking for my white dress since Eli already found hers but failed miserably ): And the boys were being funsuckers; they just waited outside almost every&lt;br /&gt;shop Eli &amp;amp; I went into. Haha. Ron even fell asleep on one of the couches outside Forever21.&lt;br /&gt;OOO! I caught Ron molesting one of the mannequins in Cotton On too. Haha. Weird boy.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Kristin came not too long after &amp;amp; we had Japanese fr lunch. :D (Y) Kriss' mom sent us&lt;br /&gt;back to church around half past 1pm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OUt2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 435px; height: 580px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/OUt2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kriss &amp;amp; Marc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OUt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 573px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/OUt.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick &amp;amp; Eli. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My First Time Using RapidKL! - 17th March '10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Went to sch for extra physics class in the morning for about 2 hours. Mayy &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;walked outve sch aft tht &amp;amp; took a bus to OU. Hahha, it was my first time taking the bus! :P&lt;br /&gt;Was too bz gossiping when we got on tht I didn't have time to jakun but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Had our brunch at Subway &amp;amp; shared a footlong. Got some shopping done &amp;amp; I bought myself&lt;br /&gt;tht purple bikini top I saw at Voir the Sunday before. (; Left around 1ish &amp;amp; we took a cab&lt;br /&gt;to the library and got some studying done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to my place around 5ish &amp;amp; gossiped again. That day was a historical day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe only fr Mayy. I still can remember the look on her face when... haha, okay,&lt;br /&gt;nvm, I'll keep this as an inside thing. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt; IT'S JUST BETWEEN YOU AND ME, BESTFRIEND.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lian's Party! - 20th March '10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Decided to hv dinner with parents first then they sent me off to Lian's by 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Called Lian to ask if someone could come get me frm the guardhouse &amp;amp; tht I was&lt;br /&gt;already on my way and darren had waited fr me outside (: aww. Haha, kesian the boy.&lt;br /&gt;He said when he jst got to her apartment, Kavee told him to go bck down to the guardhouse&lt;br /&gt;to come get me. XD by the time i was there, almost everyone was already there, with the&lt;br /&gt;music blaring, obviously. Danced like madfreaks tht night &amp;amp; had the best time ever.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bother taking so many photos cause we were all too bz dancing. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_93412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 387px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_93412.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marwaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_93572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 641px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_93572.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lian. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_93452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 551px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_93452.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_93492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_93492.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial, Marc, Aidit &amp;amp; Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_93732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 380px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_93732.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_93762.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 552px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_93762.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinks! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confirmation Camp - 26th 'til 28th March '10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Was psyched abt the whole do. I mean, I haven't been on a camp for probably 4years &amp;amp; woo,&lt;br /&gt;road trip! So yeah, was pretty pumped. (; Ron called me up a few couple of time to ask abt sunday sch work which was already looong overdue but I helped him out with it anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with momsy at Dome, Ikano before she sent me off to church. Gosh, I missed their pasta. (: Was running abit late so by the time I got there, everyone was already on the bus&lt;br /&gt;with their stuff all stuffed in the under compartment of the bus. I chucked my stuff &amp;amp; got in&lt;br /&gt;but only to find out I wasn't the latest. Haha, ron was running late too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey down to Malacca wasn't too dull. What? With all eyes on the TV with&lt;br /&gt;"Law Abiding Citizen" on play, you expect us to be quiet? Haha. It took us abt 2 hours to get&lt;br /&gt;to our final destination &amp;amp; when we unloaded our things frm the car, everyone was gobsmacked&lt;br /&gt;at how little I packed. Elizabeth kept saying "Wei. Seriously. Who's holding your stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;After 5 long minutes of convincing, she finally believed me. I was the ONLY one in the&lt;br /&gt;bunch who didn't come with a luggage bag okay. ;D talk abt packing light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tht time, it was around 5.30pm. We were lead to our dorms, with all the girls in one dorm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all the boys in another. Aunty Deb didn't like the fact the girls bathroom wasn't very&lt;br /&gt;"hygenic" (i hv no idea how else to explain) and tht the boys didn't have an attached&lt;br /&gt;bathroom and the fact tht the boys may be going up &amp;amp; down the corridoor&lt;br /&gt;in their towels, bothered her a tad bit. So she got us new dorms! Only 3 to a room. (;&lt;br /&gt;While she settled our rooms, we chilled for abt an hour+. When everything was ready,&lt;br /&gt;we moved our stuff to our new rooms &amp;amp; without even knowing till the next day, Kriss,&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth &amp;amp; I had one of the best rooms. ;D Lucky us. Unpacked a bit, washed up &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;headed down for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9472.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eli, kriss &amp;amp; marc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 400px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9473.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lian &amp;amp; i; i had an excuse fr doing tht face kay. it was hot &amp;amp; i was hungry! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we had our first session which wasn't too bad. Ended abt 11pm &amp;amp; we had&lt;br /&gt;supper but everyone didn't stay downstairs for too long cause we were all sooo tired. But&lt;br /&gt;after everyone showered, most of us were quite awake &amp;amp; only slept at 2.30am. Haha, Aunty&lt;br /&gt;Deb kept coming to our room cause we were quite noisy as we hardly realized the walls&lt;br /&gt;were rather thin. Felt quite bad fr keeping her up. :/ Danielle bunked in with us frm&lt;br /&gt;tht night onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DAY 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was at 7.30am &amp;amp; we woke up at 7.30am :P We were one of the latest&lt;br /&gt;but Marc, Derrick &amp;amp; Ron were worst than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty Deb: Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*no answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyyyys. *tries opening their door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Marc &lt;/span&gt;opens the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;._. Uh oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. Uh oh. Do you knw wht time it is? Got get dressed &amp;amp; go down fr breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I laughed when I heard the uh oh. hahaha. good job Marc. ;P&lt;br /&gt;Our first session of the day started late but we still managed. By the end of it, we were&lt;br /&gt;seperated into groups with my group consisting of Ron, Lian, Prita, Zachary &amp;amp; Daniel while&lt;br /&gt;Susan &amp;amp; her husband Jimmy were the facilitators who lead our group. (: After we discussed&lt;br /&gt;our topic, we took a break. Then it was our next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 426px; height: 567px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9490.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick &amp;amp; Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 582px; height: 437px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9484.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc &amp;amp; Lian.&lt;br /&gt;I love this shot, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Next session. Tea. Then we were given an hour+ to freshen up &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;get ready for mass. Danielle, Eli, Kriss &amp;amp; I went up to the room with intentions&lt;br /&gt;of getting some shut eye since we were quite tired frm staying up the&lt;br /&gt;night before but Lian came in &amp;amp; all of us, excluding Kriss who actually&lt;br /&gt;napped, started talking. :P Eventually, tht hour+ was up &amp;amp; we got dressed &amp;amp; went down&lt;br /&gt;for mass. (: Father was funny. Forgot wht his name was tho :/ Aft tht was dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Went back up to the room to change my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_94932.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 485px; height: 363px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_94932.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kriss. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EP-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 309px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/EP-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danieeeeeelle. (: shtupid girl, bet she wouldn't hv survived camp without me. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was back down in the nick of time because Aunty Deb told us she'd be turning&lt;br /&gt;off the lights for Earth Hour. then it was time fr our inner healing session.&lt;br /&gt;I cried like anything. )': I felt completely.. blegh. I mean, I jst felt so mad at myself for&lt;br /&gt;everything &amp;amp; when Jimmy said something to me when everyone else was closing&lt;br /&gt;their eyes &amp;amp; singing one of the hymns, omg, I jst couldnt stop waterworks. So embarrasing&lt;br /&gt;dowh. But I walked outve tht room tht night feeling better than ever, apart from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;be swollen like nobodies business lahh i mean. -__-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished, it was already reaching 12am. We had our supper, stayed&lt;br /&gt;downstairs &amp;amp; waited for Danielle to finish talking to Aunty Deb but got bored waiting&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; went upstairs to take a shower first. I knock on the door &amp;amp; kriss opens it and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;*knocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yeahh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*opens the door slightly ajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*walks in &amp;amp; faces kriss to talk to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sigh, Danielle's still talking to Aunty Deborah. Dunno what they're talking abt also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*something moves beside me &amp;amp; it's hand almost touches my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MARC! Shit! I thought wht the hell was tht! ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-____-' he hid behind the door when i was walking in. D:&lt;br /&gt;pfft. i dislike being so small sometimes, it makes it easier fr ppl to sneak up on me. ):&lt;br /&gt;took a shower while kriss &amp;amp; marc left the room to go downstairs, then as soon as I&lt;br /&gt;finished showering, Ron came to the door &amp;amp; I went downstairs with him. (: Stayed up&lt;br /&gt;talking in with Kriss, Eli, Marc, Ron, Derrick, Keith &amp;amp; a few other boys while Brendan told&lt;br /&gt;us one or two ghost stories. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_95102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 378px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_95102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron &amp;amp; I. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9522.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 378px;" src="http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo44/debrachai/IMG_9522.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening intently to Brendan ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was up tht night. And when i say everyone, I mean EVERYONE. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Some were sitting out in the courtyard under the stars bz yacking the&lt;br /&gt;night away, while we were inside. Everything &amp;amp; everyone seemed so relaxed. In the whole&lt;br /&gt;17 years of my life, I've nvr seen everyone mix around like tht night.. so it was good. (:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone finally decided to head back up to our respective rooms by 2.30am. Sherie&lt;br /&gt;Mae called it a night earlier on &amp
