<?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-3740370618028350563</id><updated>2012-02-27T22:53:47.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney gave me unrealistic exceptions about boys.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-7598223451542423805</id><published>2012-02-27T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T22:50:44.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Hi people. It's been so long since I last blogged. Really very lazy to blog. Hehe, blogging via iPhone. I shall spam some pictures I've camwhored with this girl. ♥ &lt;br /&gt;There's unglams but I don't care. 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You try to move on and find someone better. Someone who can see you as a beautiful and admirable lady. But throughout the search you stop and realize that no matter how many better guys you meet, you would always keep on running back to him with fingers crossed that finally he would learn to love you. You are always by his side. looking after him like a guradian angel. You are happy when you see him smile and your heart breaks when you see him down. And when you are the one who needs someone. He suprisingly comes like a superman saving a damsel in distress. You might never know what comes in his mind when one time he’s ignoring you and suddenly he’s there for you. You just keep on believing that your love will truly pay off. There maybe alot of times that you cry because of him but you never lose your faith. Until one day, yur fairy tale finally comes true. There he is loving you like you’ve always wanted. You may call it luck or blessing. But one thing is sure. It’s called true love. True love in the long making. And now it’s finally happening. Look at the picture. How sweet. I wish he was like this. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ml44HQMVRGs/Tn9djjZGT1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/ScDBYQ0SugU/s640/blogger-image--1631708118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ml44HQMVRGs/Tn9djjZGT1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/ScDBYQ0SugU/s640/blogger-image--1631708118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-7609278784805321584?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7609278784805321584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=7609278784805321584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7609278784805321584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7609278784805321584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-i-like-you.html' title='I think I like you.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ml44HQMVRGs/Tn9djjZGT1I/AAAAAAAAAkg/ScDBYQ0SugU/s72-c/blogger-image--1631708118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4565021532345609793</id><published>2011-09-20T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:19:52.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice makes perfect.</title><content type='html'>Annyeonghaseyo. Didn't went to school today. So basically I was sleeping. Watched Johnny English Reborn yesterday. I rate that show 4/5? It's a great show to catch though. I'm going to study with Elli today! I can't believe that she's study. *giggles* There's 9 days left to EOY exams. I haven't even touch any of my books. It's seriously the time that I should study hard. My favourite subjects are English and Science. I dislike Algebra. It's irritating. So many alphabets, but no link. I guess later on, I'm going to study Maths. My Maths teacher had given me so many Maths worksheet but I just leave them at a corner. So I was thinking, why did I took those worksheets? Is it to collet dust? Obviously, not. So I then decided to take all those Maths worksheets out and complete them with knowledge or not. I really envy those people who score high for all subjects. They're so intelligent that I wish I was them. What's your favourite subject and why? 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Sorry for not updating! I've not been updating for almost 9876543210 years. Hehehe, joke. There's a blogger app on iPhone like finally. I seldom use my computer nowadays. I know I'm lazy. Hahaha! It's 2:00AM in the morning and I'm not sleeping yet. Just a short update with some photos before I head to bed yeah? Most of the pictures are spammed by my babygirl Elli! She's so adorable! Alright peeps, formspring me! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EQl54pZaVYc/TnTgwJhILEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NwNtNMlw__o/s640/blogger-image-1022886213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EQl54pZaVYc/TnTgwJhILEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NwNtNMlw__o/s640/blogger-image-1022886213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-2752914691512418386?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2752914691512418386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2752914691512418386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2752914691512418386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2752914691512418386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-update.html' title='SHORT UPDATE. &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wTO4HwZls5w/TnTgtrXpmLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jG4kBvY_-so/s72-c/blogger-image--134028648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-9019670171218225013</id><published>2011-08-14T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:39:00.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably one of the worst days ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwcwezQBl1r0taogo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Friday, 12th August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Went down to Woodlands to find Qimin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Got back my charger, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Then back to Hg to find Eben, Julian and Shuxuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Went to Jermic's house to ton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;and when you left you took it with you.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is you don’t even want it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t really give it back because its all broken and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically what I’m trying to say is: Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m pissed off and most people irritate me. But if people weren’t so ignorant, self-absorbed, and downright stupid, I wouldn’t be so bitchy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you make me want to relapse so fucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that’s all that I had to take away the emotions and the feeling and the anger and the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it makes me numb and then you don’t affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna play games? I’d love to play them, just not with some piece of shot wannabe like you. You think i want you? Wrong. I wouldn’t touch you with a fifty foot fucking pole, you stupid cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my life, you’re not welcome here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't fucking you tell me you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Shag ttm, shall stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Spam my fs with your love. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;AND STOP ASKING ME DIRTY STUFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3740370618028350563-9019670171218225013?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/9019670171218225013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=9019670171218225013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/9019670171218225013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/9019670171218225013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/08/probably-one-of-worst-days-ever.html' title='Probably one of the worst days ever.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4551974440623608621</id><published>2011-08-08T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:02:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was so important to you, then someone better came along.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntzv35SQ21qkr9s3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Got this picture from Tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Okay, didn't went to school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Rotting at home... Can someone please talk to me in Facebook or Twitter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Why update my blog when no one wants to read....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just kill me. Throw me off a bridge. I don’t care. My head hurts so bad, I want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I’m in a bad mood and I feel like my head is going to explode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don’t miss you. I miss having someone there and someone to talk to; but I don’t miss you. I have learned to live without you, no matter how impossible it still seems sometimes. I miss the person you&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt; were &lt;/em&gt;but I hate the person you &lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;. You have changed, but so have I. The difference between you and I is: you matter yourself bitter and I made myself better.I have made myself happy whereas you have made yourself angry. I hate the person you are, but hating you has allowed me to love myself. I fell out of love with you and in love with myself. I tried for so long to make you love me, or make myself someone you could love. Yet, nothing I ever did was enough for you. You always needed something I couldn’t provide you. Your goal in life was to hurt me, to deal with what was hurting you. I wanted nothing more than to take your pain away. I couldn’t give you what you needed and that killed me. I can’t say that I don’t care because I do, and I always will, but I cannot let it control my life anymore. I have so much going for me, and you were doing nothing but holding me back. Fine, I'll just publish this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4551974440623608621?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4551974440623608621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4551974440623608621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4551974440623608621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4551974440623608621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-so-important-to-you-then-someone.html' title='I was so important to you, then someone better came along.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4125339334299188432</id><published>2011-07-23T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:16:46.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Like A Love Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EgT_us6AsDg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people!! Let's start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went home to change after school with Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;Prepared then went to Hougang mall to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sean and Jonathan. Then saw Eben.&lt;br /&gt;He had just close this fucking case!&lt;br /&gt;Mingyang and Julian came.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked awhile, Sean and Jonathan left.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Eben, Julian and Mingyang to take their basketball at Eben's house.&lt;br /&gt;Then they went to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;There's many guys at the basketball court. I'm the only girl, so awkward!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Left them and headed to Seng Kang.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Elli's house and she's sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;So I was like sitting at the sofa looking at her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 10+pm to 2+am.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and ate our late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and waited for Aloysius and Patrick to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick left. Then headed to Kovan Arena. Sehow came.&lt;br /&gt;We took a long time to prepare. When we're done, there's the first bus already. SLOW RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Played 2hrs of lan. Sehow left. Followed by Aloysius.&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed to Hougang point have our breakfast and met Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really boring at home. I'm going out soon!&lt;br /&gt;FEEL LIKE DELETING MY BLOG BECAUSE I NEGLECTED IT.&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai, formspring me. ♥.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4125339334299188432?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4125339334299188432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4125339334299188432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4125339334299188432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4125339334299188432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-you-like-love-song.html' title='Love You Like A Love Song.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EgT_us6AsDg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3742005388946565026</id><published>2011-07-17T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:09:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>Hey there! I've neglected my blog. Its been ages since I blogged.&lt;div&gt;There's fucking school tomorrow. I guess I'm turning in soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall blog tomorrow. Pinky promise! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, sho short right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow me on Twitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/s3xwithSatan"&gt;http://twitter.com/#!/s3xwithSatan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-3742005388946565026?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3742005388946565026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3742005388946565026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3742005388946565026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3742005388946565026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-update.html' title='SHORT UPDATE.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-9024388576246449810</id><published>2011-07-09T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:39:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers: Dark of the Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Went to catch &lt;i&gt;Transformers: Dark of the Moon &lt;/i&gt;yesterday with Eben, Julian, Guan Rong, Ming Yang, Jerret, Rainald and another guy called Ryan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We watched it at Shaw House, Lido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was late for a few minutes. Opps. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/bf/Transformers_dark_of_the_moon_ver5.jpg" alt="File:Transformers dark of the moon ver5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll rate this movie 5/5.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Robots, robots, robots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;There are so freaking cool okay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The new girl in the show not bad, quite hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Did some research. Her name is Rosie Huntington-Whiteley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She's a Victoria Secret model. OH SO HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;But Megan Fox is hotter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She's the sex yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Look at her, fuckyeahsexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnogiwCZEn1qakskdo1_r2_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;What's wrong with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;How dare you make fun of someone for something they can't control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"She has acne."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Do you think she chose to have red spots all over her face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"She has crooked teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I've never met someone who got braces just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"She has a big nose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Who cares? Is she suppose to get plastic surgery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Her hair is frizzy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Some people don't like frying their hair with a straightener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"She wears glasses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Do you think people enjoy being half blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"She's not a size 0."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Some people can't control their weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Imperfection is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Stop making people feel like it is not and reflect on your own doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-9024388576246449810?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/9024388576246449810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=9024388576246449810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/9024388576246449810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/9024388576246449810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/07/transformers-dark-of-moon.html' title='Transformers: Dark of the Moon.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3772280943497386867</id><published>2011-07-07T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:48:06.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures tell them all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;B to the O to the R , E , D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;School suck alot recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Shall post overdued pictures! There's alot of em'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268972_2174419771073_1564184437_32265479_4103999_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/267982_2174438571543_1564184437_32265569_943859_n.jpg" /&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;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262240_2174439011554_1564184437_32265572_3703878_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Look at these 2 biatches. &amp;lt;3 Adorable maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/261492_2174441731622_1564184437_32265589_6497192_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268199_2174444051680_1564184437_32265599_5005155_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270105_2174435491466_1564184437_32265553_27293_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Cui fringe of mine. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268077_2174442411639_1564184437_32265592_6265804_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/269492_2174443251660_1564184437_32265596_5951629_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264217_2174443611669_1564184437_32265598_6970613_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;More pictures on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Formspring me. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kthxbai.&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/3740370618028350563-3772280943497386867?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3772280943497386867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3772280943497386867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3772280943497386867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3772280943497386867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/07/pictures-tell-them-all.html' title='The pictures tell them all.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3359576208962892419</id><published>2011-06-27T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:37:27.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't mean to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhoy2qReF11qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just argued with my mom. I'm sorry mummy. Hasn't been in a very good mood lately. I have no idea why. Maybe I should rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Shall start my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Didn't went to school today. TOTALLY NO MOOD FOR SCHOOL. I WANT MY HOLIDAYS BACK PLEASE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Basically, I met Laura, Shipei, Eben, Julian, Jerret, Guanrong, Jonathan and Rainald. Laura and Shipei left early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Went to pepper lunch and went to slack awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ohyes, I wore a Montfort uniform (just the shirt). It's so cool like OMFG. Snap pictures in it. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Slowly, Jerret, Guanrong and Jonathan left. Followed by Julian. Had dinner with Eben and Rainald. Then home sweet home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Why was Snow White given &lt;b&gt;a poisoned apple&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To show us that not everyone is gonna be kind and not everyone is really who they say they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lng9ldihKt1qee6mm.jpg" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why did Cinderella &lt;b&gt;run away&lt;/b&gt; at midnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To remind us that everything does have its limitations, even dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lng9j8uEOO1qee6mm.jpg" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why did Ariel &lt;b&gt;exchange her fins&lt;/b&gt; for feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To show us that people are willing to give up anything to be with who they love just to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lng9rlwTzr1qee6mm.jpg" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why did Aurora &lt;b&gt;sleep for 100 years&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To tell us that you might have to wait for quite some time for your true love to come along, sometimes very long, but it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lng9nhMUHS1qee6mm.jpg" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why did Princess Jasmine &lt;b&gt;fall for Aladdin&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To let us know what the heart wants, it wants it no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lng9qrdoZo1qee6mm.jpg" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why was Belle &lt;b&gt;in love with a Beast&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To remind us that you can't really help what's on the outside, but if the inside is beautiful, then nothing will strand in the way of your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lng9ma9H0b1qee6mm.jpg" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;After all, inside every confident woman is &lt;b&gt;A FRAGILE PRINCESS&lt;/b&gt; waiting to be saved.&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/3740370618028350563-3359576208962892419?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3359576208962892419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3359576208962892419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3359576208962892419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3359576208962892419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-didnt-mean-to.html' title='I didn&apos;t mean to.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2100779852230433159</id><published>2011-06-22T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:17:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't give a fuck.</title><content type='html'>Monday, 20/06/2011.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llk87tuoWB1qg6cgho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Went to drink with Louise, Jonathan, Matt and 2 other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Waited for Qimin to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No pictures for Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I drank half a bottle of Absolute Vodka and got drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;MANY UNGLAMS CAME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Elli, came down to find me. Sucha good friend huh! :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Hole in a fence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There once was a little girl who had a bad temper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first day the girl had driven thirty-seven nails into the fence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose her temper at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mother took her daughter by the hand and led her to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgive me if I have ever left a ‘hole’ in your fence!&lt;/p&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/3740370618028350563-2100779852230433159?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2100779852230433159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2100779852230433159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2100779852230433159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2100779852230433159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-give-fuck_22.html' title='I don&apos;t give a fuck.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-286723477984537696</id><published>2011-06-15T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:18:46.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 30px; "  &gt;What is love? Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, is your voice caught within your chest? That isn’t love, that’s just lust. Are you proud and eager to show them off? That isn’t love, it’s pride. Do you want them because you know they’re there? That isn’t love, it’s loneliness. Are you there because it’s what everyone wants? That isn’t love, it’s loyalty. Are you there because they kissed you or held your hand? That isn’t love, it’s low self esteem. Do you stay for their confessions of love because you don’t want to hurt them? That isn’t love, it’s pity. Do you belong to them because when you see them your heart skips a beat? That isn’t love, it’s infatuation. Do you pardon their faults because you care about them? That isn’t love, it’s friendship. Do you tell them every day that they’re the only one you think of? That isn’t love, that’s a lie. Are you willing to give up your favorite things for their sake? That isn’t love, it’s charity. Does your heart break when they’re sad? That’s love. Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? That’s love. Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close, and holds you there? That’s love. Do you accept their faults, because it’s part of who we are? That’s love. Are you attached to others but stay with your love, without regret? That’s love. Would you give them your heart, your life your death? Think about it for a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-286723477984537696?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/286723477984537696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=286723477984537696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/286723477984537696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/286723477984537696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-in-love-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m in love with you.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-6840673810890904188</id><published>2011-06-11T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:13:14.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so obsessed with vampires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hey people! I'm love Twilight! Okay, I'm so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well, I don't know whose side am I on, Jacob and Edward are so fucking hell hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I wish I could be Bella. Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100330211417/twilightsaga/images/thumb/3/3c/Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpeg/294px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpeg" alt="Book jacket of Twilight.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Twilight,&lt;/i&gt; Edward meets Bella Swan, a human girl whose thoughts he is unable to read, and whose blood smells overwhelmingly sweet to him. He fights a growing attraction to her, but after saving her life on several occasions, he succumbs and eventually falls in love with her. Edward admits to Bella that he is a vampire, and that although he retains the physical body of a seventeen-year-old, he was actually born on June 20, 1901. His adoptive father, Carlisle&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlisle_Cullen" title="Carlisle Cullen" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Cullen, transformed him into a vampire in 1918 to prevent him from dying in the Spanish&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_flu" title="Spanish flu" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;influenza epidemic in Chicago&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago,_Illinois" title="Chicago, Illinois" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Illinois. Carlisle instilled in him a sense of morality uncommon in most vampires, and central to his way of life is the refusal to consider humans as food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;However, Edward constantly warns Bella against being with him, perceiving her life to be at risk if she continues to associate with him. Bella's love and confidence in Edward's restraint cause her to ignore his warnings, even after she becomes the vampire James' target. Unlike the Cullen family, who are "vegetarian" vampires (committed to only feeding on animals), James regularly feeds on humans and will not stop until he drinks Bella's blood. With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;his family's help, Edward is able to save Bella from James' predations, but how to assure Bella's continued safety remains an open question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100517232859/twilightsaga/images/thumb/b/b2/Newmoon2.jpeg/294px-Newmoon2.jpeg" alt="Newmoon2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New Moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;In &lt;i&gt;New Moon&lt;/i&gt;, Edward's fears for Bella's safety intensify when she cuts her finger and is almost attacked by his brother Jasper. In an attempt to protect her, he convinces her that he no longer loves her, and moves away with his family, leaving Bella heartbroken. Edward finds it difficult to live without Bella, and becomes severely depressed at the prospect of an infinitely long and meaningless life. After he mistakenly learns from his sister Rosalie that Bella has committed suicide, Edward attempts to convince a group of Italian vampires, the Volturi, to kill him. Together with his sister Alice, Bella rushes to Italy and stops Edward before the Volturi can destroy him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Edward explains why he left, and apologizes to Bella. She eventually forgives him entirely, and they continue with their relationship as though Edward had never left, with the exception that Bella has ties that cannot be broken with a werewolf named Jacob Black. Bella successfully seeks the support of Edward's family on turning her into a vampire. While Edward is furious at the prospect, he later agrees to change her himself if she agrees to marry him first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n44/n224497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eclipse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Eclipse&lt;/i&gt;, Bella agrees to marry Edward on the condition he will make love to her while she is still human. Edward eventually relents and agrees, on the stipulation it will only occur after they are married. The plot is driven by the machinations of the vampire Victoria, who, seeking revenge for the death of her mate James, is hunting Bella and creating new vampires to build an army. A grudging truce is made between the Cullens and the Native-American werewolf pack led by Sam&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minor_characters_in_Twilight#Sam_Uley" title="Minor characters in Twilight" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Uley and Jacob Black, a friend of Bella's who was there for her when Edward broke her heart. However, the truce is endangered when Bella realizes Jacob means more to her than she thought. Ultimately, Edward accepts that Bella cares for Jacob and successfully destroys Victoria, and Bella acknowledges that Edward is the most important person in her life. Edward tells Bella that they may attempt making love before they get married, as he realizes that she spends too much of her life trying to please other people. However, she refuses his offer and agrees to doing things the way Edward initially wanted: marriage, making love, and then becoming a vampire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; width: auto; font-size: 17px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Breaking_Dawn"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100517232347/twilightsaga/images/thumb/7/77/Breaking_dawn.jpg/292px-Breaking_dawn.jpg" alt="Breaking dawn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: black; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; width: auto; font-size: 17px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Breaking_Dawn"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/i&gt; sees Edward and Bella marry. Bella becomes pregnant on their honeymoon, and the rapid growth of the half-human, half-vampire fetus swiftly impacts on Bella’s health. Edward tries to coerce her into having an abortion in order to save her own life. However, Bella feels a bond with her unborn child and insists on giving birth. Edward comes to feel love for the baby as well, after he hears its thoughts and learns that the baby loves Bella in return. Bella nearly dies giving birth in an emergency c-section, but Edward successfully delivers his daughter and then injects Bella's heart with his venom, healing her wounds by turning her into an immortal vampire. During Bella's painful transformation, Jacob imprints on their baby daughter, Renesmee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;After a vampire named Irina mistakes Renesmee for an immortal vampire child—a creation forbidden in the vampire world—the Volturi arrive to destroy the Cullens. Edward stands with Bella and their allies to convince the Volturi that Renesmee is not an immortal child and poses no threat to their existence. Once the Volturi leave, Edward and Bella feel free to live their lives in peace with their daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3740370618028350563-6840673810890904188?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6840673810890904188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=6840673810890904188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6840673810890904188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6840673810890904188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-so-obsessed-with-vampires.html' title='I&apos;m so obsessed with vampires.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4533208548655895109</id><published>2011-06-07T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:57:30.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLLOW ME IN TWITTER. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;FOLLOW ME IN TWITTER. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/lrLBT4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4533208548655895109?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4533208548655895109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4533208548655895109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4533208548655895109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4533208548655895109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/follow-me-in-twitter.html' title='FOLLOW ME IN TWITTER. &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-5111054993012039978</id><published>2011-06-07T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:16:31.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's cuddle together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-J-Ep8RlTA/Te0X6j1nptI/AAAAAAAAAjc/K2FRTL1aDbw/s1600/tumblr_lm1flyUEvu1qj065bo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-J-Ep8RlTA/Te0X6j1nptI/AAAAAAAAAjc/K2FRTL1aDbw/s400/tumblr_lm1flyUEvu1qj065bo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615170605220865746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-J-Ep8RlTA/Te0X6j1nptI/AAAAAAAAAjc/K2FRTL1aDbw/s1600/tumblr_lm1flyUEvu1qj065bo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hi luvlies!~ I'm so hungry. Having my dinner now. Fuck my life. I'm eating chicken instant noodles with one egg. PATHETIC ME RIGHT. You guys should pity me a lil and treat me stuffs like McDonalds'. Okay, I was kidding! Oily stuff makes me fat. Hahaha, I NEED to lose some weight. Ton-ed with Matthew and co last night. IT WAS A BORING NIGHT. I SWEAR. They were playing card games. Hahaha, I miss my night life. They walked from Hg ave 8 to my blk. Gahahaha, I thought of going home to sleep but then I feel damn bastard, so we cabbed to Hg ave 8 McDonalds'. Yes, it was so tempting. I ate McDonalds. Can't resist the temptation. ;) Went to Jonathan Loh's house to sleep at around 6/7+am. Then woke up around 3/4+pm. Then I went home, bathe, ate, went to sleep and I just woke up. I'm such a pig, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;, this is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You dont want to laugh because you know it’s not going to help. But you dont want to cry because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart. But you know soon your life is going to feel like it’s falling apart too. You dont think it will ever end and no matter what this person has done to you it feels impossible to stop loving them. That’s the confusing part. You don’t know why. You just do. After a few days you finally feel a sense of relief or you thought so. But deep inside you know that you’re just going into a denial. And after days turn into weeks you’re back into where you were. An empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them but really you just stopped showing it and you cant help to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel and how deep you are hurt because it hasnt happened to them. And even if it has every broken heart is different. They dont know the true pain you feel and carry each and every day. So you learn that basically you’re alone with all of this. And the feelings start to overwhelm you and suddenly you just breakdown right there because you’re up to the point where you dont care who sees. Because you spent so many nights lying awake in bed and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the middle of these tears you know that its not helping any and its not going to bring them back. After about a million tears have been cried you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you’re trying to hold back. Everyone says ‘It will be okay’ but you know it wont. And thats the truth, it wont. And you look back on all the hurt you had from this but you have learned to hide it so every one will think you’re okay. So now everytime you see this person you know you still love them and you feel the slight tingle in your throat in you yearning for them to love you screaming out but for some reason they dont hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this…&lt;/span&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/3740370618028350563-5111054993012039978?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5111054993012039978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=5111054993012039978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/5111054993012039978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/5111054993012039978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-cuddle-together.html' title='Let&apos;s cuddle together.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-J-Ep8RlTA/Te0X6j1nptI/AAAAAAAAAjc/K2FRTL1aDbw/s72-c/tumblr_lm1flyUEvu1qj065bo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3648101947997357091</id><published>2011-06-05T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:13:36.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best revenge you could ever do to the person who broke your heart, is just to let them see you’re happy without them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajPBA4dwT5I/TeuM_EZY-AI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/pF3_sPSDUyE/s1600/tumblr_lk8yzvPPR81qbdohwo1_500%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajPBA4dwT5I/TeuM_EZY-AI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/pF3_sPSDUyE/s400/tumblr_lk8yzvPPR81qbdohwo1_500%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614736375587338242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hey people! It's a boring Sunday night and i just wanna lie in bed and look at the ceiling and think about how you broke my heart. Every since you left, something inside me died. Now I can’t trust anyone, I won’t let people have the power of hurting me. And what sucks is not knowing if someone deserves that chance or not. I could be missing out on someone who in the end could really love me. Hahaha, you're a jerk. I miss you alot. I've been blogging about you. Yes, you. How much I love him, how much I miss him. I know he won't read this but still I'll blog about him. I thought you really love me. I hate myself for loving you. But i hate you more for not giving me the chance to prove myself to you. I don't think you'll ever understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; "&gt;Thoughts of a broken hearted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you mostly.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I’m so afraid of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you’re the one thing I want the most but can’t have.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you let me go before I got even got to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were strong enough to say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could believe my own lies I use to cover up the pain you left.&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on says my head.&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold on says my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I need to decide says my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I envy the way this hasn’t hurt you at all.&lt;br /&gt;I envy her.&lt;br /&gt;I envy the fact you don’t understand what this feels like at all.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I want this nightmare to be over.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make things they were before you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could change time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could change you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have hurt you before you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you out of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I need you out of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start doing things for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you used me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I gave you something I can never have back.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I wasted it with you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of hoping aimlessly for you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of wanting something I can’t have.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of hurting me for things that aren’t my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I defended you when everyone else was right.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Funny though how you never once said sorry for hurting me,&lt;br /&gt;for breaking me, for not loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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/3740370618028350563-3648101947997357091?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3648101947997357091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3648101947997357091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-991366782698222158</id><published>2011-06-04T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:49:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And without you there's a hole in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YUYQrLHQcA/Teker2IdTUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fUDjtKhlocM/s1600/tumblr_lm7wwiC8cm1qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YUYQrLHQcA/Teker2IdTUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fUDjtKhlocM/s400/tumblr_lm7wwiC8cm1qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614052149108231490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px; "&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;IF you want me, come get me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;IF you want me, WHY do you act like you don’t?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;IF you stare at me, don’t make it obvious, because honestly, I cannot get over you; and even that little spark of my best friend telling me that you are intently staring at me makes me die a little inside because there’s something about me that put you off, and on to her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;IF you stare at me, make sure your girlfriend doesn’t see because I don’t want her to hate me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;IF you wanted me, &lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;WHY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;did you stop?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;I can’t stop crying… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;I never expected letting you go would be this hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/3740370618028350563-991366782698222158?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/991366782698222158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=991366782698222158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/991366782698222158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/991366782698222158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-without-you-theres-hole-in-my-heart.html' title='And without you there&apos;s a hole in my heart.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YUYQrLHQcA/Teker2IdTUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fUDjtKhlocM/s72-c/tumblr_lm7wwiC8cm1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4268327106684491776</id><published>2011-06-02T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T02:35:01.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, I want you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKFaWXuj6eM/TeaB3VXZ87I/AAAAAAAAAi0/A5j-b2xkY6U/s1600/tumblr_llj0y5jv9X1qaoiu6o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKFaWXuj6eM/TeaB3VXZ87I/AAAAAAAAAi0/A5j-b2xkY6U/s400/tumblr_llj0y5jv9X1qaoiu6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613316773192004530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2.34AM in the morning.&lt;div&gt;Boredom seriously killed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished watching a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know I'm being random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I seriously miss him ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we always want what we can't have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahaha, I'm feeling hungry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I text him almost everything, persistently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were always no reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a time when he asked me to "stfu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, then I stopped texting him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I always miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that he's a fucking jerk who broke my fucking heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to hate him, but ended up falling in love more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got no idea what got into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, he claimed that he don't know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I was angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my heart forgave him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished I received a text from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I received a message, I always wanted to see his name on my screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, his name wasn't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE RANTING EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF SHIT IN MY BLOG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4268327106684491776?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4268327106684491776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4268327106684491776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4268327106684491776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4268327106684491776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/06/boy-i-want-you.html' title='Boy, I want you.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKFaWXuj6eM/TeaB3VXZ87I/AAAAAAAAAi0/A5j-b2xkY6U/s72-c/tumblr_llj0y5jv9X1qaoiu6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2215511450631525871</id><published>2011-05-30T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:17:50.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY ALL HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON …FACE OF THE GROUP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOXpUbGzUio/TeO1Efm9KoI/AAAAAAAAAis/j70JycVSUYs/s1600/250484_1906088424760_1618284882_1937880_447360_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOXpUbGzUio/TeO1Efm9KoI/AAAAAAAAAis/j70JycVSUYs/s400/250484_1906088424760_1618284882_1937880_447360_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612528649442765442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Goo Hara - cute&lt;br /&gt;Sandara - cute&lt;br /&gt;Sohee - cute&lt;br /&gt;Yoona -ANNOYING, ATTENTION SEEKER, always in the middle, plain jane,&lt;br /&gt;not goodlooking, doesn’t deserve to be in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have the same job, but why do SO many people hate Yoona?&lt;br /&gt;They all sing and dance mediocre at best.&lt;br /&gt;Do people hate Yoona for no reason or because she gets all the attention&lt;br /&gt;that she doesn’t even need to try to get?&lt;br /&gt;She’s a lot of people’s ideal type, but why are people saying it’s a “safe” choice?&lt;br /&gt;They can choose ANYONE they want, but they&lt;br /&gt;choose Yoona. Even Jay Park, the guy that has the most freedom out of most&lt;br /&gt;kpop idols(but he says he isn’t an idol..) also chooses Yoona.&lt;br /&gt;He said she came up to him and greeted him nicely.&lt;br /&gt;So I’m asking all you Yoona haters out there, what’s your reason?&lt;br /&gt;Did she kill your dog? Make fun of you?&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/3740370618028350563-2215511450631525871?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2215511450631525871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2215511450631525871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2215511450631525871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2215511450631525871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-all-have-something-in-common-face.html' title='THEY ALL HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON …FACE OF THE GROUP.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOXpUbGzUio/TeO1Efm9KoI/AAAAAAAAAis/j70JycVSUYs/s72-c/250484_1906088424760_1618284882_1937880_447360_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-752933776524772480</id><published>2011-05-26T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:50:11.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>Dear you, I wanna tell you that I love you alot. I can say that this is the first time I'm being so crazy over a guy like you. I don't want you to go in, yeah I know this is impossible. I promised you that I'll wait for you 2 years from now. I miss your love for me. I know I'm fucking stupid because you played me, broke my fucking heart. My friends told me that you're not worth it, told me to forget you. I really don't know what to do. I just miss you alot. When will be the next time you'll be calling me baby again? I don't know. My mind is in a whirl but all I know is I love you. I'm stupid, irritating, dumb and fat. You always said I'm fat and pinch those fats in my stomach and laughed. I love your laughter, your smile on your face. It always melts my heart when I see those smiles. Yes, I love you I love you I love you. I hope you see this. Thanks 14th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-752933776524772480?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/752933776524772480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=752933776524772480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/752933776524772480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/752933776524772480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-8598404457300992207</id><published>2011-05-23T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:55:19.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdr459b0xQ/Tdou-Hw-qqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Mil1wIQOpi0/s1600/tumblr_lj200xlzLS1qg1y3ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdr459b0xQ/Tdou-Hw-qqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Mil1wIQOpi0/s400/tumblr_lj200xlzLS1qg1y3ro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609847930614622882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I miss everything about you. I miss your smell. I miss waking up next to you. I miss holding your hands. I miss your hugs. I miss kissing you. I miss cuddling next to you. I miss, you. I hope you feel the same way because I think the absence is making me fucking insane. I can't take it. I can't take the fact that you're busy almost everyday. I can't take the fact that you're making me wait. I just can't fucking take the fact that I don't get too see you as often as I could . Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe this craze makes me want you even more. But it sure as hell do hurt. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't and will never stop doubting you......... but it's because you make it seems so. Now a days, you don't even have the time to reply my text nor calls! Maybe you're just busy. Way too busy. Even when you reply, they are getting shorter. And at times, when we have our lousy ridiculous text fights, and when you start blowing your top on me, I brush it off. I FUCKING BRUSH IT OFF AND CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP. I know I'm such a wonderful girlfriend. Way too good actually. I hope you'll be a better boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know why I am with you besides the fact that I love you. You're that one person that is capable of making me the happiest girl and the saddest at the same time. You have no ideas how much you affect me in every single way. Maybe, just maybe, I'm love sick. Or maybe, I'm just plain stupid. Still, I love you. So fucking much.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know you don't come to this site. At the very least, I do feel better typing this shit it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-8598404457300992207?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8598404457300992207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=8598404457300992207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8598404457300992207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8598404457300992207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-boyfriend.html' title='Dear boyfriend.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdr459b0xQ/Tdou-Hw-qqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Mil1wIQOpi0/s72-c/tumblr_lj200xlzLS1qg1y3ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2110342373996201844</id><published>2011-05-04T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:30:23.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll forever be my best friend forever babygirl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6CWd-up0cU/TcEmWNuRyeI/AAAAAAAAAho/a1w5-DYaBSY/s1600/SAM_7016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602801574508349922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6CWd-up0cU/TcEmWNuRyeI/AAAAAAAAAho/a1w5-DYaBSY/s400/SAM_7016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi peeps! I'm not Rachel, I'm not her mom, nor her sister. I'm Jocelyn! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA JUST KIDDING. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma Lynette! I know I'ma popular in her blog k. Ok la just kidding. I'm helping this lazy pig to update her blog as she's lazy like I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song this song suits her right now. (CHECK OUT BELOW AH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLexgOxsZu0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLexgOxsZu0?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn epic. HAHAH okay enough nonsense. I wanna do a dedication for her at this blog! So she'll be touched. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first of all I wanna thank this little girl of mine for everything that she had done for me. :) We had quarrels, conflicts and name calling. But things turned out alright if not I wouldn't be here right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe, I love my babygirl as she helps me to wipe my tears away, hugging me and being there for me. Teaching me right and wrong (she has more experience in relationships then me hor, mai siao siao!) hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby alot alot, I sound like her boyfriend. Heh heh, ok I'ma just gonna say that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehe. I know I'ma awesome! I'm gonna advertise my blog now :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO VISIT &lt;a href="http://bimboticdoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okie? Hehehe. Shall sign off here and do this little princess her blog skin. Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONWIlShLBtg/TcEn6tA3JlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tSkMjga25sc/s1600/SAM_6980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602803300894713426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONWIlShLBtg/TcEn6tA3JlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/tSkMjga25sc/s400/SAM_6980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-2110342373996201844?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2110342373996201844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2110342373996201844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2110342373996201844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2110342373996201844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/05/image-and-video-hosting-by-tinypic.html' title='You&apos;ll forever be my best friend forever babygirl.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6CWd-up0cU/TcEmWNuRyeI/AAAAAAAAAho/a1w5-DYaBSY/s72-c/SAM_7016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2920473232102499881</id><published>2011-04-25T11:16:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:38:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity crushes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Went to the Star Awards 2011 last night with Sean and Shipei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Saw many of my favorite celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;They're so pretty and handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Wish I could be like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hehehe, I said I wanna marry Dai Yang Tian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Guan Rong told me to stop dreaming. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hahaha, alright la, I'm so crazy over DYT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Can’t believe I just openly admitted it. Laughing my head off especially at the segment where the artistes are acting live. And most importantly, I see Dai Yang Tian and he’s looking as hot as ever. I officially declare him to be on the top on the list of my celebrity eyecandies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I just feel so unimaginably happy now without any specific rhyme or reason. Can such happiness last a little longer, please? Anyway, I shall catch Li Nan Xing’s new movie-The Ultimate Winner, which stars DYT (WOOHOO) soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;XOXOXOXOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;ps. I secretly want to bump into him on the streets and have a photograph .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The 10 winners for female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Joanne Peh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don't like her. Anyway, still congratulate to her. She have many fans. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F93OziPV_ew/TbT0THbHr6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/LAZgr_JI1fQ/s400/25596C267535E7A72B51CA9D5DFD4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599368845975859106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Jeanette Aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; " &gt;My idol. She means a lot to me. I really admire her “never give up” attitude towards life no matter how difficult it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;From not winning the top 10 most popular female artistes award back in 2007 to now,in 2011,just in a short span of time,she has risen up to be a better person.Her main mindset is to work hard,act better for her fans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Over the years from till now 2011,she has tried various good roles and through her hard work,she has gained more loyal fans including me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In 2008,she acted in “Rhythm of Life” as the sad Chen Xiao Rou who lost her love and struggled between two friends”. She gained praises for that role. After that,she acted in “The Defining Moment” as Lin Ke Yi,the girl who lacks affection from her family and loves dance.Again,gaining praises. After that the golden opportunity knocking on her door,that was The Little Nyonya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;She worked very very hard for her dual Mother-Daughter roles Huang Ju Xiang and Yamamoto Yueniang,truly her hardwork paid off,earning her tons of fans and popularity and the position of  the Ah Jie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In 2009 Star Awards,she gained a Best Actress Nomination for her lead role in The Little Nyonya,though she lost the award to her fellow Little Nyonya Co-star Joanne Peh,she was still showered with love and supports by her fan and at the same night,she won the Top 10 most popular Female Artistes Award,proving to naysayers that she won’t let her star dim again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Then,she took the role in the 2009 Blockbuster drama Together’s 1st lead role of Yao Jian Hong,a pitiful girl whose father is a gambler and a naive brother and eventually had to work as a dance hostess to pay off her Dad’s debts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The following year 2010’s star awards,Jeanette was nominated yet again in the Best actress category for her role in Together and also,she won the top 10 most popular female actress award and also most favorite female character for her role in Together,then in 2010,after Together,she played the role as the Funeral director in New Beginnings,the 2nd drama with highest viewership 2010. Then came the mega blockbuster drama of 2010,Breakout where she again played dual roles of mother ye ziqing and daughter yang nianqing and won praises and has been nominated for Best actress award in this year’s star awards. For this year,currently she is filming Malaysia-Singapore Co Production Destiny in her hands and after that,she will be going to China in April to film the China  Version of the little nyonya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCAMfBvuHLE/TbTzrutnHGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/c9HL9ALE688/s400/73795BC87FDF19DD043CAEAD78BAE.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599368169327631458" /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZOyMnSAYUA/TbT0yFmCTII/AAAAAAAAAgY/ijBl11LiM_U/s400/9AA34F28CD9676494689F9D5D65A20.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599369378060717186" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rui En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Omygod, where do I start? It is absolutely mindblowing to see her win the Best Actress Award last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;It’s her first nomination, and she grabbed the title so easily. I find her cool and pretty. And yeah, congrats. You worked for it. You got it. Continue the hard work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cl0OFp8-uL0/TbTxg9Pwi8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/zViAaBOpFrs/s400/222694_207162462648265_100000635374491_649177_7946874_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599365785227135938" /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GduC_4SUVD0/TbT1BAjs5rI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4iKNkNitzjA/s400/92E1C40F4FF44BE543BE45D349CD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599369634406786738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Michelle Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Can't deny. She's gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6Earg83MPY/TbT1hORjhoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jfWk7eSCsJU/s400/10E36D9F2A4FA1E1B052DEBDF3A336.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599370187844585090" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt; Ann Kok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X86CyZii2hw/TbT138QvO7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/1Jr9HYbmtEo/s400/1B4F25DC777655D2D48B111737C441.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599370578146311090" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt; Yvonne Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdeYY6l5NrQ/TbT2KXi4_oI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ibXJSOKoZrY/s400/34B7D1D3AC5B9C49FFDCB4034C7A4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599370894707850882" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt; Vivian Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBEZFO7FRlc/TbT2jymSl3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/chKPuDEPaCE/s400/8EE814FE927D85078C2BA496782C5.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599371331466598258" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt; Michelle Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65ilYAeiUiI/TbT20rBuPjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/YzurT_ZVhqQ/s400/948C7AAAA07543CA83ED0E2321E7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599371621491949106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt; Quan Yi Fong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUIs3AU9MlE/TbT3NdpzQiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JSmqRkW6ZOA/s400/E0C180710A0E6CE11764AD933CEB.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599372047398683170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Zhou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I love her. She had a doll face. She's pretty. Congratulations! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtDqgwWizeA/TbT3ijIdjUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZeNnfaj4ax4/s400/83C4E4D5B0805A289920252D78D0.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599372409646714178" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 10 winners for male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Qi Yu Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Chen Han Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Huang WenYong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Elvin Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Pornsak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Zhang Yao Dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Zheng GePing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tay Ping Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Bryan Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dennis Chew a.k.a Aunty Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm sad that DYT didn't win. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-2920473232102499881?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2920473232102499881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2920473232102499881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2920473232102499881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2920473232102499881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/04/celebrity-crushes.html' title='Celebrity crushes.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F93OziPV_ew/TbT0THbHr6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/LAZgr_JI1fQ/s72-c/25596C267535E7A72B51CA9D5DFD4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4218203481731051935</id><published>2011-04-18T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:31:50.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jessica Jung! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8tUt_5IZEo/TauwDWap2EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dO8Cpz16ihA/s1600/tumblr_ljtrcwUeNj1qauv8ho1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8tUt_5IZEo/TauwDWap2EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dO8Cpz16ihA/s400/tumblr_ljtrcwUeNj1qauv8ho1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596760533541443650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jessica Jung's&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Didn't update. Was too lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll promise to do my 30 days of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;SHINee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; challenge soon alrighty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pinky promise! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Didn't went to school today. Cuz of Home Econs! Didn't finish my coursework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And there's practical today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gonna meet Kyubi later for lunch. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stay tuned guys. Short post.&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/3740370618028350563-4218203481731051935?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4218203481731051935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4218203481731051935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4218203481731051935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4218203481731051935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-jessica-jung.html' title='Happy Birthday Jessica Jung! ♥'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8tUt_5IZEo/TauwDWap2EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dO8Cpz16ihA/s72-c/tumblr_ljtrcwUeNj1qauv8ho1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-814568841895889940</id><published>2011-04-04T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:14:14.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Lemme talk about true friends. What do they do? They help each other if one of them is in trouble, they share secrets, they quarrel, they help each other, they get in trouble together, they forgive and forget, they bathe together, they sleep together, they eat together, they do things together. They won't backstab, lie, gossip, betray, talk bad about one another and they wouldn't reveal your secrets. I have many friends. Fake friends, good friends, true friends and best friends. Fake friends = Use you so fuck them. Good friends = Get in trouble with you. True friends = Trust you. Best friends = Try their best to help you solve every single question in your lifetime. All I need is real friends. Is it so hard? Have you ever felt betrayed? Yes, it's that feeling. Fuck that feeling. Will you be there for me if I need you? No. Am I your toy friend? I'm not your toy. Have you ever feel cheated by your loved ones? It's the past. So look forward for the future. All i want now is to change. It's hard but I really want to do it. I reflected on my own actions. I'm not a perfect girl. Everyone makes mistakes. No one is perfect. I promise I'll be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-814568841895889940?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/814568841895889940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=814568841895889940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/814568841895889940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/814568841895889940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/04/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-8643676426312103749</id><published>2011-03-07T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:32:02.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>— “Dance the night away, grab somebody, drink a little more.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Hey people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My blog is so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Gonna update now yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Didn't went to school today as it was E-learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Suck like hell, didn't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Okay, enough about E-learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Let's do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(166, 166, 166); font-family: consolas; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="one" style="padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk6-lk8vVmQ/TXRY3UATmjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/dDZCMuOCzzQ/s400/tumblr_lhnugrqZkW1qgnvr4o1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581183545504930354" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="one" style="padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;30 days of SHINee challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="two" style="padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1: &lt;a title="day 01" href="http://frost-.tumblr.com/post/3694319171/30-days-of-shinee-challenge-day-01-my-shinee-bias" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(166, 166, 166); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My SHINee bias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2: My favorite SHINee OTP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3: A SHINee OTP I don’t like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4: The SHINee member I think is most easily shipped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 5: Favorite song from Shinee World album&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 6: Favorite song from Year Of Us EP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 7: Favorite song from Lucifer album&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 8: Favorite song from a repackaged album&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 9: My favorite live performance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 10: First SHINee MV I saw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 11: My first impression of SHINee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 12: A SHINee member that recently impressed me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 13: The SHINee member I think has changed the most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 14: The SHINee member I think has changed the least&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 15: The SHINee member I would take home to my parents if we dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 16: The SHINee member I would keep as a secret if we dated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 17: My favorite SHINee MV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 18: My favorite SHINee lyric&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 19: The SHINee member I think has the best face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 20: The SHINee member I think has the best body&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 21: The SHINee member I think has the best personality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 22: The SHINee member I think is overrated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 23: The SHINee member I think is underrated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 24: A SHINee picture that makes me smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 25: A SHINee picture that makes me nostalgic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 27: A picture of my bias with someone else I like in another group&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 28: If I could spend a day with SHINee, we would:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 29: If I could spend a day with my bias in SHINee, we would:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 30: My favorite song by SHINee of all time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/3740370618028350563-8643676426312103749?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8643676426312103749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=8643676426312103749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8643676426312103749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8643676426312103749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/03/dance-night-away-grab-somebody-drink.html' title='— “Dance the night away, grab somebody, drink a little more.”'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk6-lk8vVmQ/TXRY3UATmjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/dDZCMuOCzzQ/s72-c/tumblr_lhnugrqZkW1qgnvr4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-6624204275215506643</id><published>2011-02-13T10:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:47:53.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNSD rock. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, lemme update alil alright!&lt;br /&gt;Went for Sec 2 camp.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it suck totally.&lt;br /&gt;The toilets are full of insects. Gross ttm.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the toilet, it makes me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I AM SO SICK OF HEARING THIS&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that all of SNSD has not had ANY plastic surgery. I sm so sick of those stupid antis taking pictures of when the girls were at the age 10 or 11 (around the age of when they hit puberty) and comparing to pictures now. PEOPLE GROW INTO THEIR FACIAL FEATURES AND THEIR BODIES, DIFFERENT HAIR STYLES AND COLORS WILL CHANGE THE WAY THE FACE LOOKS. Every time I look at the pictures they claim for SNSD when they get plastic surgery, I don’t see any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Plastic Surgery requires a long time to recovery, SNSD is always in the public eye, it would be noticeable if they went to a performance and a fan signing with a certain medical wrap on their face or body, especially with the clothes they wear on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Plastic Surgery is an American thing, classy people don’t do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6VYcod3FHw/TVdF-pgS_HI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3nzm3VlsQkU/s1600/35473_145894175460050_100001184040068_191922_5269057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6VYcod3FHw/TVdF-pgS_HI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3nzm3VlsQkU/s1600/35473_145894175460050_100001184040068_191922_5269057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573000006489799794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6VYcod3FHw/TVdF-pgS_HI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3nzm3VlsQkU/s400/35473_145894175460050_100001184040068_191922_5269057_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3740370618028350563-6624204275215506643?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6624204275215506643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=6624204275215506643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6624204275215506643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6624204275215506643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/02/snsd-rock.html' title='SNSD rock. ♥'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6VYcod3FHw/TVdF-pgS_HI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3nzm3VlsQkU/s72-c/35473_145894175460050_100001184040068_191922_5269057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3064307611181974858</id><published>2011-02-02T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:29:47.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TUlYGcAgDiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bD4yEttO2Ig/s1600/tumblr_le53bkmlbf1qe165xo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569079281841081890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TUlYGcAgDiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bD4yEttO2Ig/s400/tumblr_le53bkmlbf1qe165xo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey people out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got a story to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Formspring&lt;/span&gt; me okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luv you babies! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ply reply 2 dis msg &amp;amp; b an angel &amp;amp; save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep me as a frnd &amp;amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp; throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."&lt;br /&gt;One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp;amp; f u evr find 1, hold on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &amp;amp; holdin on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes &amp;amp; der u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me &amp;amp; pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last!It was from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down." "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are always welcome, Love" "Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived in an exclusive subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had&lt;br /&gt;told me she went everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me &amp;amp; it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-3064307611181974858?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3064307611181974858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3064307611181974858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3064307611181974858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3064307611181974858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/02/meeting-you-was-fate-becoming-your.html' title='Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over..'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TUlYGcAgDiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bD4yEttO2Ig/s72-c/tumblr_le53bkmlbf1qe165xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-264239883487834708</id><published>2011-02-01T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:24:07.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TUghuddcaSI/AAAAAAAAAes/nnd2pdN_9Ag/s1600/167731_1613615708897_1491438032_31415746_1606238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568738021309442338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TUghuddcaSI/AAAAAAAAAes/nnd2pdN_9Ag/s400/167731_1613615708897_1491438032_31415746_1606238_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey readers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohmygosh, my blog is so fucking dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, lazy to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt; in advance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me for not updating sweeties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep those comments coming in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;School sucked today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to collect my lens from Angeline @ AMK after school with Valerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Angelica is so damn &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I tell you. Will get my tickets for next event from her. ^^ (If I'm going)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back to Hougang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slacked with Olivia, Leona and Valerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then headed back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, if your insulting me on my blog, put your mother fucking name down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if your talking behind my back, why don't you stand in front of me and talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get a fucking life please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a bitch. __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So people remember to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; before you act/talk. Don't be like this dog without a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo, withluv, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-264239883487834708?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/264239883487834708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=264239883487834708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/264239883487834708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/264239883487834708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/02/jealous.html' title='Jealous.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TUghuddcaSI/AAAAAAAAAes/nnd2pdN_9Ag/s72-c/167731_1613615708897_1491438032_31415746_1606238_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2009024202624664083</id><published>2011-01-11T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:49:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TSxthlTpG5I/AAAAAAAAAek/jNcS8fz1qb0/s1600/838B44DAA8087F55C14179392AE67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560940063613328274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TSxthlTpG5I/AAAAAAAAAek/jNcS8fz1qb0/s400/838B44DAA8087F55C14179392AE67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TSxs3kWpctI/AAAAAAAAAec/qNXM1Qphz9A/s1600/tumblr_le6evzI5ca1qal6udo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohemgee, no more Breakout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhou Ying is like a cutie only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeanette Aw is so pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dai Yang Tian sucha handsome guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elvin Ng is cutecutecute maximum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah, alright, I'm so crazy about stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I wanna be a star too~ :B&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/3740370618028350563-2009024202624664083?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2009024202624664083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2009024202624664083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2009024202624664083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2009024202624664083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/01/breakout.html' title='Breakout.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TSxthlTpG5I/AAAAAAAAAek/jNcS8fz1qb0/s72-c/838B44DAA8087F55C14179392AE67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-6398414916707081281</id><published>2011-01-05T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:59:34.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TSSEBBWJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VYQxvryR3B0/s1600/35DFB440143DCA7F1D624BF56EF33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558712993158125570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TSSEBBWJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VYQxvryR3B0/s400/35DFB440143DCA7F1D624BF56EF33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey peeps! Short update.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, I've fallen in love with &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dai Yang Tian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohemgeez, can't believe it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so handsome. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaaaaaah, I'm going crazy. Opps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biodata &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race : Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Height : 1.85m&lt;br /&gt;Weight : 73kg&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : Dec 27 1984&lt;br /&gt;Hair : Black&lt;br /&gt;Eyes : Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;Languages Spoken : Mandarin, Shanghainese&lt;br /&gt;Talents : Acting, Singing, Hosting, Modelling, Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate : 1984-Dec-27&lt;br /&gt;Star sign : Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;Chinese zodiac : Rat&lt;br /&gt;Blood type : AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-6398414916707081281?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6398414916707081281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=6398414916707081281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6398414916707081281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6398414916707081281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-update.html' title='SHORT UPDATE.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TSSEBBWJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VYQxvryR3B0/s72-c/35DFB440143DCA7F1D624BF56EF33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4090322307807792290</id><published>2011-01-01T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:57:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TR4K_uCkiLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VTyW7znJ3f0/s1600/tumblr_ldou0gyWJV1qb725jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556891080028620978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TR4K_uCkiLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VTyW7znJ3f0/s400/tumblr_ldou0gyWJV1qb725jo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Message: Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now.&lt;br /&gt;(both sigh n silence for a while)&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Eh? What game?&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25:&lt;br /&gt;Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 67:&lt;br /&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 84:&lt;br /&gt;Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 99:&lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sits down onto a bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:23 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:43 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter havent return. Then someone walked up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Is your name Tina?&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Yes, and may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:51 pm&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina,&lt;br /&gt;Our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:58&lt;br /&gt;Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to&lt;br /&gt;me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE*&lt;br /&gt;Tell the guy or girl that you love them before&lt;br /&gt;its too late. You never know whats going to happen tomorrow. You never know who will be leaving you and never return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4090322307807792290?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4090322307807792290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4090322307807792290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4090322307807792290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4090322307807792290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2011/01/sad-post.html' title='Sad post.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TR4K_uCkiLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VTyW7znJ3f0/s72-c/tumblr_ldou0gyWJV1qb725jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-8602729114005175151</id><published>2010-12-31T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:31:34.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really, really hate drifting away from people I’ve gotten quite fond of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRzEHjvPSWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/fIWvlxF6Jzc/s1600/Image2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556531674399852898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRzEHjvPSWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/fIWvlxF6Jzc/s400/Image2333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had fun with Laura &amp;amp; Valerie yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friends, everyone needs them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If there's no such thing as friends, I think you'll be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think one measure of friendship is that you see your friends as beautiful no matter what they look like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you face a crisis, you know who your true friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRzPJuhWyvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WPYab3lzb6s/s1600/tumblr_ldjm9hBc1A1qefo1eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556543806282058482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRzPJuhWyvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WPYab3lzb6s/s400/tumblr_ldjm9hBc1A1qefo1eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;TRUE FRIEND: is a person who is there for you through think and thin. They don’t judge you by the clothes you wear, or the size of your house. They love you no matter what. They are a shoulder to cry on, or a partner to laugh with. They stand by you in your times of need, and listen when you are excited. They know every little about you. They stand up for you when others don’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;True friends are similar to blood. They always show up whenever we’re hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though we &amp;amp; some of my close friends drifted apart, they should know that they will never be replaced in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-8602729114005175151?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8602729114005175151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=8602729114005175151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8602729114005175151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8602729114005175151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-really-really-hate-drifting-away-from.html' title='I really, really hate drifting away from people I’ve gotten quite fond of.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRzEHjvPSWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/fIWvlxF6Jzc/s72-c/Image2333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-7974541771132098422</id><published>2010-12-29T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:56:15.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSHOLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRtWzDSJPMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/etVjmZDTuGs/s1600/tumblr_le1zyqu2d01qbu8b9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556130000346365122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRtWzDSJPMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/etVjmZDTuGs/s400/tumblr_le1zyqu2d01qbu8b9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;Like whoa, Rachel's a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my aunty yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Bought many stuffs, I happy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, wanted to get an Iphone 4 but well, outta stock.&lt;br /&gt;That really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;Went to alot of shops, they only gave me this word, "out of stock"&lt;br /&gt;I find that word irrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really dislikes it when a guy told his friends that you're his girlfriend, but you didn't stead with him.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one word to describe him.&lt;br /&gt;He's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I fucking hate liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEET-TALKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where did all the sweet-talkers come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did they drank too much sweet-talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-7974541771132098422?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7974541771132098422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=7974541771132098422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7974541771132098422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7974541771132098422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/12/went-for-tuition-today.html' title='ASSHOLE.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRtWzDSJPMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/etVjmZDTuGs/s72-c/tumblr_le1zyqu2d01qbu8b9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-9138013794787736813</id><published>2010-12-28T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:51:49.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex post: The doorbell rings. (HAHAHA THE ENDING is the best)</title><content type='html'>And your eyes gently open while it wakes you from your sleep. Confused by night, you slowly stumble out of bed and head for the bedroom door. You’re eyes a little puffy from previously crying. I hurt you. I hurt you bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hazy from adjusting in the dark, you carefully walk down the hallway to your staircase. You hold the railing as you go step by step, carefully in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re currently annoyed. Who has the audacity to wake you up from slumber at 1:45 in the morning? You make your way down the stairs, turn the corner and unlock the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you’re about to open the door, it rings one last time. You angrily fly the door open to see me before you; drenched with pellets from rain. You’re anger, turns into confusion. You’re wondering to yourself why I came in the early morning to your house. Were just standing there glancing at each other. No word were exchanged; the only sound was the bustling of leaves from the tree outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you could even say anything, I take a step forward, ever-so-gently grab your chin, look you in your eyes, and give you a kiss. You start to well up inside. You’re eyes become glossy from the tears that are soon to flow. Still, no words are exchanged. Our emotions currently speaking more than our voices ever could. I wipe away the tear thats about to trickle down your cheek. Still mixed with emotion, you push me away and slap me across the face. I guess I deserved that. I stood in your doorway embarrassed, scared of our future and confused. You just looked at me and shut your front door. Not knowing what to do, I slowly turn around and walk down the stair of your porch. With my hands in my pockets, I’m staring at each step I take not knowing exactly where I’m walking. Right as I’m about to close your gate, you storm out the front door. Wait! you say. Running to me in nothing but my over sized t-shirt. I turn confused. You stop shy two steps in front of me. You’re huffing from running, and I’m watching you as your tears mix with the drops of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we are standing in the middle of your driveway being pelted by them tiny water drops. Nothing was said. It was me looking into your eyes and you looking into mine. We were both confused. My hands still in my pockets, I look down at my feet. You walk up to me, hold me by the waist and hug me. We stand like that for a couple seconds. Your hug told me everything. She really loves me. She always want’s me to be there but why can’t I see that I hurt her? Why do I always put her to the side when she always puts me first? Why did I do this to you? Why didn’t I see that you’re all I need? I slowly pulled my hands out of my pocket to deliver my end of the bargain. I held you tightly. One hand wrapped around your waist, and the other tangled in your hair. You look up to give me a kiss. It was angry, yet passionate and everything in between. Still, there weren’t much words exchanged. No “sorry”, no blaming, nothing. She grabbed my hand and let me to her front door. Soaking wet, I decide to undress everything except my boxers before I entered her house. She did the same. She stripped to nothing but a sports bra and matching boy shorts. We left our clothes to hang on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we walked in, she took my hand to lead me up the stairs. Midway, I stop her. Aggressively, I pushed her onto the wall and threw my lips onto the nape of her neck. I gently teased her with light kisses and short-stroked licks. I grabbed her hands interlocking her fingers with mine and positioned them on the wall above her head. I stop, stared, and admired how her body glistened. Apart from the moonlight coming from the stained glass window by the door, the dampness of the raindrops illuminated her curves and soft supple skin. Amazed at what I see, I became infatuated. I leaned in again to kiss her a little more aggressively. She liked that. One leg wrapped around mine and she started to grind on me. Against the wall she was doing body rolls to the point that our bodies connected in all the right places. Even more I was turned on. Still on the staircase, I pull up her other leg. She is now wrapped around my waist. Again I kiss her, starting with her neck. My lips traveling everywhere around her body. Her forehead, her cheeks. The side of her ears and her collar bones. Everything tasted good. Still hoisted, I took her off the wall and carried her to her room. It was a little tricky since I couldn’t exactly see what I was doing. Too much kissing. But I’ve been in her house many times before to guestimate where I was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got there. Still wrapped around my body, I shoved her against her wall. Her body thudded and she let out a gasp. She became aggressive. With one swift move, both of her hands became full of my hair. She was rough, tugging and yanking with every kiss I gave her. I put her down. The air condition felt good against our damp skin. That and the way she touched my body was enough to give me goosebumps that lasted a long time. I looked into her eyes again letting out a little laugh. She questioned. I said “nothing” and then asked me if I wanted it. Was that even a question? Is she oblivious to the obvious right now? Or is she just teasing me, asking me things that she knows I want. Thinking it was the latter, I said fuck yeah baby and she gave it to me. With her back against the wall, she knelt down slowly. She covered my body in kisses with every descending inch. Her light touch running up and down my body was enough to send me into shivers. She just giggled. She slowly pulled down my boxers to uncover what she wanted. Once again, she grabbed my hands as we interlocked our fingers together, and she teased me. She kisses every possible area except my dick. She took forever. Already impatient, I stuck my dick down her throat. She gagged, suffocated and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-9138013794787736813?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/9138013794787736813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=9138013794787736813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/9138013794787736813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/9138013794787736813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/12/sex-post-doorbell-rings-hahaha-ending.html' title='Sex post: The doorbell rings. (HAHAHA THE ENDING is the best)'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-374649754932059513</id><published>2010-12-27T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:00:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRiL_EyssPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Lux0-8IVQjc/s1600/tumblr_le369mJ6H71qf2jzqo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRiL_EyssPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Lux0-8IVQjc/s400/tumblr_le369mJ6H71qf2jzqo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555344056095912178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gosh, school's gonna start soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let's go party before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You like to drink, so do we, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Get more bottles, bring ‘em to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hold your glasses up, people everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-374649754932059513?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/374649754932059513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=374649754932059513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/374649754932059513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/374649754932059513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/12/disco-party.html' title='Disco party.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TRiL_EyssPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Lux0-8IVQjc/s72-c/tumblr_le369mJ6H71qf2jzqo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-6612505658460253035</id><published>2010-12-07T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:53:40.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd you go? I miss you so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TP24H4a0RfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/sgLNf_b_n_M/s1600/tumblr_lcx23amnjh1qej5qxo1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 67px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TP24H4a0RfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/sgLNf_b_n_M/s400/tumblr_lcx23amnjh1qej5qxo1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547792761533777394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking miss you boy.&lt;div&gt;I don't think you're coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about you everyday. every night before I go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your always on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, if I had a wish, I would want you to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw you in my dream last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its only a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted you to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come back soon okay. I'll be waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-6612505658460253035?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6612505658460253035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=6612505658460253035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6612505658460253035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6612505658460253035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/12/whered-you-go-i-miss-you-so.html' title='Where&apos;d you go? I miss you so...'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TP24H4a0RfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/sgLNf_b_n_M/s72-c/tumblr_lcx23amnjh1qej5qxo1_400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3674589939662806863</id><published>2010-12-05T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:20:26.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my bestie. :(</title><content type='html'>I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I just hate how much it hurts to have you in my life. So I had to eliminate you, &amp;amp; all memory of you. I couldn’t just be your friend. We were &lt;b&gt;sisters.&lt;/b&gt; You were my best friend in the entire world. You were the only person who really knew me &amp;amp; still loved me. You were always there for me when no one else was. I could say anything to you. You got me through one of the worst phases of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it all changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happened. The phase passed, &amp;amp; we both went back from where we came. I was an oblivious, delusional, child. I thought things would stay the same between us. I thought we would still be sisters, even though we were so far away. You were back at home, with the people who were once your world. I thought there would still be room for me in your world. I soon learned that I was wrong. You started to drift away. You became less &amp;amp; less interested in me. You started to ignore me. It hurt too much, I felt like I meant nothing to you. I went form being your sister, to just an acquaintance. Imagine that, being irrelevant to a person who once gave you so much hope. So I had to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a strange thing happened. When you realized you had lost me, you suddenly cared. I was so happy to have you back in my life. Or so I thought. I quickly learned that you were one of those people that knew what you had, only when you didn’t have it any more. I kept letting you back in because I missed the person you once were. I was willing to do anything to have her back as my sister. Every time you let me down. I couldn’t take getting my hopes up that you wanted me in your life, &amp;amp; having them come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to forget you, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Every day I wonder if I made the right choice by cutting you out of my life. I’m still not certain that I was right… I always wonder “What if I just lost the best friend I will ever have.”. We were supposed to be sisters forever. You were supposed to be the maid of honor at my wedding. Am I crazy? Do I have an irrational fear of being abandoned, is that why I forced myself to let you go? Or were you wrong… Did you forget to be there for me? Was I actually irrelevant to you? Sadly, I will probably never know the answer to these questions. I will never be certain that I made the right decision. But I will be sure of this: You can’t hurt anymore because I don’t have to drive myself crazy wondering if you care about me. Or if I’m annoying you trying to be a part of your life. I have consistency now, &amp;amp; it’s a damn shame that I had to let you go to finallly have it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i don’t know if you know who you are, but i’m quite unsure myself. we’ve gone through so much, yet haven’t gone through enough. in a sense i’m suggesting to myself that i’m writing this to 3 different people, but pretending its one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and i have to say that even though things have been a little &lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;, i still love you. there’s only so much one could say over a blogger—especially since i have no idea who this is aimed towards. however, the one thing i’m so sure about for whoever this may concern: you’ve affected my life greatly, and although promises have been broken, and things have changed, i’m hoping that we’re still friends years from now. i can’t wait until we graduate and make live life to the fullest, like we’ve always wanted—whether we’re traveling the world, pop stars, or just striving to match up to our siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyways, thank you for always being there whenever i needed you the most, and i’m sorry for every single time i’ve been a drama queen and overreacted over &lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;. thanks for keeping all my secrets, especially ones i’ve been embarrassed to share with other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3740370618028350563-3674589939662806863?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3674589939662806863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3674589939662806863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3674589939662806863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3674589939662806863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-my-bestie.html' title='I miss my bestie. :('/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2473242358639421</id><published>2010-12-02T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:35:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends? Lol.</title><content type='html'>Met Diana at AMK yesterday, long time didn't saw her. Missed her tons.&lt;div&gt;Lester was there. That irritating boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went kpool, followed by a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch Bruce Lee, My brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPc9ghh-8bI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jYK4ytIflwM/s400/Bruce_Lee%252C_My_Brother_poster.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 369px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545969095096070578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rate it 3/5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home-d after movie, took the same bus as stupid Lester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irritating, keep calling me stupid girl, he idiot boy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBORED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out soon . Baibaizxc. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-2473242358639421?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2473242358639421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2473242358639421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2473242358639421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2473242358639421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends-lol.html' title='Friends? Lol.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPc9ghh-8bI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jYK4ytIflwM/s72-c/Bruce_Lee%252C_My_Brother_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-6688032956816438671</id><published>2010-11-30T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:27:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Shineinmybed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUa9UzdRsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0dfAP6QY9bc/s1600/tumblr_lcp7ceZte91qfn5r6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUa9UzdRsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0dfAP6QY9bc/s400/tumblr_lcp7ceZte91qfn5r6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545368157035513538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUa8qqBzNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yRlcNiHPGZc/s1600/tumblr_laiu7vXEqp1qcnvgno1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUa8qqBzNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yRlcNiHPGZc/s400/tumblr_laiu7vXEqp1qcnvgno1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545368145721674962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;font-family:Arial; color:#444444"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;font-family:Arial; color:#444444"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;font-family:Arial; color:#444444"&gt;20 Facts About Onew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 7.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 14.25pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Arial;color:#444444"&gt;1. Nicknamed “tofu”, “pure tofu”, and “ondubu”. Uses the introduction “I am only you~ Onew”, taught to him by Leeteuk. At times, he will switch to “Hello, my name is Michael Jackson!(sincerely)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Feels shy about presenting himself to people and because of it, he did not dare to participate in auditions. When he was a trainee, everyone else seemed to be improving everyday, while he seemed to be staying stagnant and was not improving; to him, this is was the saddest period of his life up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When performing on stage for the first time, he could not see anything in front of him, and even forgot the lyrics. But he thought of his parents who were sitting in the front and thought “Yes, I must look for them”, and thus, calmed down gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The leader who commits the most mistakes during practices; the leader who feels respoonsible for the group and solves problem, the leader who will just zone out from time to time, the leader who still stays strong despite sporting swollen, red eyes under the glaring lights, the leader who cries in the car secretly after getting injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “Rather than saying that I use certain methods to make the sunbaes like me, I am just working hard to be respectful.” It is this thought that accompanies the 90 degree bow every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Infamous NG King. “You just cannot not NG can’t you!” (KEY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “Honestly, amongst all of the SHINee members, in the terms of looks, physique, expression…and everything is charismatic and the only phrase to describe the person is ‘near perfection’, that member is — ME!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Good in studying, was second in the entire school before. To him, it’s nothing to be very proud of, because everyone has their own strengths that is irreplaceable by others, isn’t it more important to discover that strength and make use of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Because he got curious after hearing that “if there is something heavy on your chest, your thoughts will become heavy too, and you will experience illusions”, so he went went to sleep hugging a box, hoping to enter a land of illusions but nothing happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Looks gentle and quiet, but is very ambitious at attempting to be humourous, is always very enthusiastic about trying various methods to hype up the atmosphere behind the scenes. Also possesses the ability to freeze the atmosphere with whatever he says, but there are just once or twice a year when people do feel that he is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ‘What should you do if you are a victim of the SHINee poison?’ ” …Go to the hospital for cure! (innocently, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can be quite blur at times. “Our album will be released in May (firmly) …. It’s already August now?! ….Oh then it should be in September…Ah (manager glares at him) No no, it’s in August, end of August…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. His ideal type is something who has character, good personality, is responsible, knows how to cook, looks good in appearance, the hands must be especially pretty, and the most important aspect — it must be a noona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If met with unbearable situations, changes mindset from “I have to do ____ before its fine?” to “It’s just doing _____ then it will be alright” and it will work. Be it heaven or hell, what matters is how you view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tied his hair with the filigree(the golden strip thing) used to package bread, that was when he was really young, and had really long hair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Strong at adapting, when dressing up as a girl for the first time, he felt fascinated and awkward, but after awhile he was able to start dancing sexy dances. If he does changes into a girl? He would probably date Key. Unique, strong personality, very interesting, just like his cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Does not hide his worry about the possibility of him committing mistakes because he is does not feel capable of it. “Can I do it well?”, “Will it be safe?”, “Will I get into trouble?”, whatever comes to mind he will voice it out, and after that, will feel more daring to continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Suffers from the “Floudering about” syndrome, will sink into a state of baffling nervousness whenever he does not know how to answer something. When it comes to handling the direction of a conversation, it will be fine if he is not nevous, but once he ends up panicking, he will want to shout “umma”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will wake up early to make roast meat for Taemin, but sleep is also very important, must have a good sleep, eat well and abstain from unhealthy snacks — how else to maintain such a good complexion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The most memorable present. the most treasured present, the happiest present received: Everyone’s love. How about using this year’s Newcomer Award to repay that? That is a precious gift that can only received once in a lifetime, want to receive it, and then…Hehe, not telling you! …Did I say that?…Eh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matters needing attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onew condition: Turning quiet suddenly, not talking to anyone, just sitting there in a daze; committing mistakes in most unlikely and unexpected situations, it is fine that others are baffled and fascinated by it but the main thing is that he does not even know why, muddles up from time to time, for details refer to point 12 above. If any of the above mentioned is committed, it is termed the “Onew condition”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X catalyst: Forcefully trying to bring him back into the reality world; questions why he commits such a baffling mistake; and reasoning with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O catalyst: Wait for him to return to earth; laugh along with him. If he falls or trips, silently observe if he is trying to conceal his pain and divert other’s attention from his injury with his smile; take what he says as the final say, do not take it too seriously, since most of the time he commits blunders on what everyone else already know, even if he does not correct it, you will already know the right answer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 7.5pt; line-height: 14.25pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:Arial;color:#444444"&gt;- From fanpop.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to correct the grammatical errors but then I got lazy… in the middle of the 3rd fact. &gt;.&lt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;font-family:Arial; color:#444444"&gt;20 Facts About Key&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 7.5pt; line-height: 14.25pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:Arial;color:#444444"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Will go to the CD shop and ask, “Where are the SHINee CDs? Are they selling well?” Cares about his welfare in outlook in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “Right from when we are trainees till now, the one who sings really well, dances superbly, gets angry only when it is an occasion to be angry about, makes people feel that “this guy is really amazing!”, that person is Key.” (JONGHYUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Has a love-hate relationship with horror movies and horror stories, he yearns for them but he is also scared of them, he likes them but he also dislikes them. He lost his composure/image in the cinema many times because of that, he is only able to rent horror movies/dramas to watch at home to continue scaring himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “I don’t want a fantasy romance like those in the movies, I look towards a realistic and truthful relationship.” Honest, straightforward and open minded girls are OK, but girls who are soft on the outside but really fierce on the insides are a NO. Must have an opinion, not be too girly, and must like to freely express what she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In terms of dressing up as girls, Taemin is the most suitable, but the prettiest is still the one who is looking into the mirror (ie. Key), if he really wants to do it, even a true woman will not be able to match up to him. (Proudly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is confident that he can be a gourmet chef, nobody can escape his dumplings trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “To be an idol, it’s not enough to just put in effort in the front appearance, your back appearance is important too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Good at saying honeyed words, but hearing lines like “Are you hurt? I am hurting too.” makes him burst out in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “If I were to become Yunhanam’s director, the viewing rates ought to be able to rise.” (smug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. His personal talent is imitating a robotic character from a cartoon show, the classic line being “Woah! Money! With money anything can be done!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Good at preparing, good at analyzing, belongs to the kind who is able to work out a plan from scratch with just a single detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. “You cannot avoid me, you must look at me in the eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. It’s his nature to take care of people? At first he was just Taemin’s umma, after that his nagging extends to include all of the members, and now it is becoming that he nags at whoever he sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Still nagging. Because he has been too naggy, Taemin really wants to change his umma now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Become a girl? Then he would date all the other members once and see how it is. Does not know how it is like when they are in front of a girl, he is really curious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. “The person who is able to meet an ET who has come to earth and not feel scared but instead in able to converse naturally with it is Key…Even if he is left on an abadoned island, he will still be able to find a way to survive.” (JONGHYUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. As long as he is being sincerely asked to do something, he will do it no matter how unwilling he is, even if he does not like to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Sentimental and sensitive, even if it just a piece of paper from someone who he cares about, he will take really good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The group’s No.1 in fashion. Red, white, blue, it is normal for him to carry off these colours which are easy to carry off, but for colours like pink and grass green which are more difficult to pull off, he is still able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. “I hope that this album can receive a lot of love from everyone, and, if only our friends all know SHINee’s songs, they only know ‘Noona is so pretty’ …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 7.5pt; line-height: 14.25pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;There are no boundaries or limits when it comes to love.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;SHINee Onew&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;When you feel like your heart is about to drop, hold it so it doesn’t drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="text-align: left; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Onew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/3740370618028350563-6688032956816438671?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6688032956816438671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=6688032956816438671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6688032956816438671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6688032956816438671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/shineinmybed.html' title='-Shineinmybed.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUa9UzdRsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0dfAP6QY9bc/s72-c/tumblr_lcp7ceZte91qfn5r6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-5250988721385119160</id><published>2010-11-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:52:33.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drited....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUF64GsIPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/yiiw7r9Q0Xs/s1600/tumblr_lck1cgCqoQ1qa44dbo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUF64GsIPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/yiiw7r9Q0Xs/s400/tumblr_lck1cgCqoQ1qa44dbo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545345025227628786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be the one I would always run to. Now it feels like I got nobody. I hate how we drifted apart. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks our friendship over;&lt;br /&gt;but at least we spent the last night of our friendship doing what we do best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Best Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m sorry I’m a bitch. I’m sorry that I don’t know what I want. I’m sorry that I lead you on, and I’m sorry that I’m not a very good best friend. To be honest, I kind of lost who I was for a while. I was confused, I switched my mind everyday, and I could never decide on anything. I wish I could go back and not make the same mistakes that I did, but I can’t change my past. But I realized that I’m glad that I have the past that I have. I’m glad that I was able to fall in love, and now I know what love is. I’m also glad that I went through losing so many friends from fights and just growing apart, because it let me know who my real best friends are. It let me know who I want in my life. Thank you for being there for me when I did show up on your porch crying. All the times I’ve taken out my anger, and you just wait for me to calm down. All the times we haven’t talked because we were stupid. Or I was. It was mostly me. I’m sorry, I don’t deserve you as a friend, but I’m so happy you’ve always stayed by me. I love you, and thank you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like it’s forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-5250988721385119160?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5250988721385119160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=5250988721385119160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/5250988721385119160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/5250988721385119160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/whered-you-go-i-miss-you-so.html' title='Drited....'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TPUF64GsIPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/yiiw7r9Q0Xs/s72-c/tumblr_lck1cgCqoQ1qa44dbo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2690620515678076781</id><published>2010-11-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:15:46.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Best Friend, [I know you probably can’t read this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time since we actually had a long conversation. I guess we grew apart yet we’re still somehow close. At least we’re not ignoring each other, right? I miss the old times. They felt so long ago. But I don’t know. Maybe it’s for the best that things change. I felt like I’ve changed. I mean I’m still the old boring self me, but I guess I learned to be more dependent on myself. Anyways, I think you’ve changed too, or either that or I never really knew you. We’re so different yet we’re so alike. I don’t know. I feel this awkwardness between us. Or maybe it’s just me. I hope that’ll change. Thanks for being there. I’m sorry if I ever was annoying. I know sometimes I can act a bit stupid and crazy. Don’t worry, I’m learning and improving. I miss the times when we would talk about anything. When we could tell each other about EVERYTHING. I’m being dramatic here. lol. Anyways, everything is cool now. At least I know you’re fine and great. I hope in the future, we’ll still be great friends. I hate thinking that we might never see each other again, but I know, nothing’s impossible(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. you’re an AWESOME person. Sometimes I even get jealous of you, but don’t worry, I don’t hate you quite yet. lol. kidding. I love you, but I guess you already know that. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the one person who knows me inside out, upside down and back to front. Yes, it's you, my best friend. You know who you are. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;First we saw each other, then we smiled, talked, became friends, best friends, then practically sisters. I will never walk away from you. I love you to pieces. &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/3740370618028350563-2690620515678076781?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2690620515678076781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2690620515678076781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2690620515678076781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2690620515678076781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-best-friend-i-know-you-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4559966697549813542</id><published>2010-11-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:24:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-gretfulness.</title><content type='html'>Had my day w Alam, Darrel, Larry and a few more peepo. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hai Joe-cel-lynn , I must thank you . &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;Remembering when you used Larry's phone to send me that text, I was angry.&lt;br /&gt;Because at that time, I don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, feeling started to grow?&lt;br /&gt;But he had gone over me.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted!&lt;br /&gt;But I fell in love w that message.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, after reading it, I de-let-ed it.&lt;br /&gt;Could you remember that message?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I made a fucking change too fucking late, but it's okay now.&lt;br /&gt;He always gave me a cold shoulder nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Cried over him, wtf am I doing?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, howhowhowhowhow!&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop posting about him sia!&lt;br /&gt;Later people think I still like him!&lt;br /&gt;Silly Rachel. :}&lt;br /&gt;K3k3k3k3k3k3, okay, I'm not such a petty person, REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucha friendly , easily to forgive person , so don't anyhow say me ah!&lt;br /&gt;WTF .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4559966697549813542?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4559966697549813542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4559966697549813542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4559966697549813542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4559966697549813542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/re-gretfulness.html' title='Re-gretfulness.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2114141357811360891</id><published>2010-11-21T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T04:21:46.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish beetch.</title><content type='html'>I didn't say I'm pretty.&lt;br /&gt;K la k la , I know you very "pretty."&lt;br /&gt;Alot of boys "like" you worh.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm so "jealous."&lt;br /&gt;If you dared me to do something, of course I'll dare.&lt;br /&gt;You dared me to do it, I did.&lt;br /&gt;Now you not happy?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, childish la.&lt;br /&gt;Like a lame sial.&lt;br /&gt;Slut.&lt;br /&gt;Ownself do shameless things.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsktsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-2114141357811360891?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2114141357811360891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2114141357811360891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2114141357811360891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2114141357811360891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/childish-beetch.html' title='Childish beetch.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-8920189480630877436</id><published>2010-11-20T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:34:10.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear boys,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a girl fall for you if you have no intention of catching her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&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/3740370618028350563-8920189480630877436?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8920189480630877436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=8920189480630877436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8920189480630877436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8920189480630877436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-boys-dont-make-girl-fall-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-6802131055563414034</id><published>2010-11-19T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:22:23.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty, hot, gorgeous babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey ! Look at Yoona . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sorry I'm just too bored. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOXywKXeseI/AAAAAAAAAYM/po4aV6PVfSQ/s1600/tumblr_lbx64fHCxJ1qdk9mdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541101825779741154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOXywKXeseI/AAAAAAAAAYM/po4aV6PVfSQ/s400/tumblr_lbx64fHCxJ1qdk9mdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She's pretty yeah ?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha , this gorgeous korean hottie I'm jealous of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To me, she's one of the prettiest in SNSD, although some people don't think that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOX0wSdfk-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/HJ9Y5VQ_rBg/s1600/tumblr_l8ovocN8OX1qav3wro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541104026975704034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOX0wSdfk-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/HJ9Y5VQ_rBg/s400/tumblr_l8ovocN8OX1qav3wro1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why so pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sucha goddess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOX1yxM7p5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/hKEyze7nYMU/s1600/tumblr_l8ub99sBBI1qdr9g9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541105169099106194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOX1yxM7p5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/hKEyze7nYMU/s400/tumblr_l8ub99sBBI1qdr9g9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm in love with her smile. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want her adorable smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want her pretty face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want her tall height!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want her sweet voice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want her everything! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOX7LhYSFMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RV9LBDsv_Uw/s1600/tumblr_l7cp8hfS4M1qdobiro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541111091906614466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOX7LhYSFMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RV9LBDsv_Uw/s400/tumblr_l7cp8hfS4M1qdobiro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Profile&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Y O O N A (윤아)&lt;br /&gt;Birth Name: Im Yoon-a (임윤아)&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Yoong, Saseumi (deer), Him Yoona (strong Yoona), Im-choding (elementary school-kid Im)&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: May 30, 1990 (1990-05-30)&lt;br /&gt;Bloodtype: B&lt;br /&gt;Sibling(s): one older sister&lt;br /&gt;Position: Supporting Vocalist/Lead Dancer&lt;br /&gt;Language: Korean (Fluent), English, Chinese (Basic), Japanese (Basic)&lt;br /&gt;Specialty: Dance, Acting&lt;br /&gt;Casted: 2002 SM Saturday Open Casting Audition&lt;br /&gt;Training: 7 Years 2 Months&lt;br /&gt;School: Daeyeong High School (대영고등학교)  Dongguk University &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-6802131055563414034?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6802131055563414034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=6802131055563414034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6802131055563414034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6802131055563414034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretty-hot-gorgeous-babe.html' title='Pretty, hot, gorgeous babe.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOXywKXeseI/AAAAAAAAAYM/po4aV6PVfSQ/s72-c/tumblr_lbx64fHCxJ1qdk9mdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-6029438709538760896</id><published>2010-11-19T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:13:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the worst person to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOXxX-Z0qOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CxO_0au-rPQ/s1600/tumblr_lc0zy7mMXS1qzljvoo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541100310739855586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOXxX-Z0qOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CxO_0au-rPQ/s400/tumblr_lc0zy7mMXS1qzljvoo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I say things and I don't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nobody is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What can you expect them to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't get to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should have stopped thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will forget you, I promised you I'll get someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But for now, talk to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I missed your texts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I missed your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just wanna talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even though we can't be together, I'm satisfied to have you as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry, I'll let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was a fool by crying for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should have been strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the best, good luck for jio-ing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-6029438709538760896?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6029438709538760896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=6029438709538760896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6029438709538760896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/6029438709538760896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-still-think-of-you.html' title='You are the worst person to love.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOXxX-Z0qOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CxO_0au-rPQ/s72-c/tumblr_lc0zy7mMXS1qzljvoo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3656715130121095175</id><published>2010-11-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:33:34.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from mistakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Horrible night .&lt;br /&gt;Drunk .&lt;br /&gt;GOSH , REGRETTED .&lt;br /&gt;WTF .&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself .&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations I hate you too. &lt;: Kekekekeke, its damn boring at home, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOIybpuO_3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/9v5G52mE8zw/s1600/tumblr_l8uaxljqYM1qbdqxjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540045942256762738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOIybpuO_3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/9v5G52mE8zw/s400/tumblr_l8uaxljqYM1qbdqxjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekekeke, look at Key's kewt face. Sucha baby. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, I want some shopping! Who wanna pei me text me okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3 more days. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Laura's house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;End here? Damn tired. Kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-3656715130121095175?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3656715130121095175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3656715130121095175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3656715130121095175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3656715130121095175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/learn-from-mistakes.html' title='Learn from mistakes.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TOIybpuO_3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/9v5G52mE8zw/s72-c/tumblr_l8uaxljqYM1qbdqxjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-5240656378898665444</id><published>2010-11-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:13:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hey Shipei, Alam and Darrel thanks for making my day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mall-ed &gt; Plaze &gt; Mall-ed &gt; Playground .&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe, Darrel and Alam was damn funny I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be my old self, cheerful and didn't have many problems.&lt;br /&gt;Just now when Darrel joked, I swear I didn't remember any of those past.&lt;br /&gt;Crying doesn't solve everything.&lt;br /&gt;Crying is just an emotion when you're sad.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Town &gt; Bugis &gt; Compass Point w Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;Really had fun with her .&lt;br /&gt;She's just so cute , so cheerful .&lt;br /&gt;Remembered th past w her. Many memories were back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I won't forgot that day. 10/11/2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fuck off far far away. I won't disturb you anymore, thanks for th memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who wants to fix my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It broke into many millions pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I want to cry till I go blind, no one cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got a true friend, who stand by my side, even if I'm angry with her, throwing tantrums at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's really a true friend, only she cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe I have two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They're Adeline &amp;amp; Shipei. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My heartbeat is beating very fast, I don't know why, can someone tell me why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;RACHEL RACHEL , DONT BE SILLY AND STOP CRYING , NOT WORTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't wanna let my mom know I'm crying, sorry mom, I have been a very naughty girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should just fuck off and die hur. I agree with this sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love that sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;RACHEL RACHEL , YOU'RE JUST ONE RETARDED BITCH CRYING FOR SOME FUCK MATTER. LEAVE IT ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate myself, I see those people cutting their wrists, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To attract attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If they really wanna die, they should just cut to kill themselves, not to leave scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looking at those ugly scars, they're just reminding you of th past. NOT WORTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fuck my life? I hate myself. I'm sure alot hate me too uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks for hating, continue hating okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You hate me, I'll like that alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I hate to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'mma crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;I must control.&lt;br /&gt;I embarrassed myself.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate this, have to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;I will stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and stab th knife in my heart, 3x okay.&lt;br /&gt;I love/hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-5240656378898665444?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5240656378898665444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=5240656378898665444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/5240656378898665444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/5240656378898665444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-7128263801397660558</id><published>2010-11-07T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:55:39.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastard .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNbYPas-NbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1zqiiXSH4yY/s1600/Bella-twilightquote2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 76px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536850551276189106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNbYPas-NbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1zqiiXSH4yY/s400/Bella-twilightquote2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heys, won't elaborate much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday, slept overnight at Laura's house for one day with Shipei and Huixin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saturday, supposed to have bbq, all bbq pits were fully booked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Met up w some guys. Blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Failure, plan failed. Pissed off much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tampinese cabbed to Hougang around 2am plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reached Hougang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thought we got bombed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then Lucas called Shipei, ask us go there slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went there, keep disiao my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I want my voice back, th sweetest voice I ever heard. Laughs. Kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate having sore throats, its a killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While slacking, I want to sleep I want to sleep like that then they took my phone don't do what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Idiotzxc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Slacked w them until 7+am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went home, comp awhile. Then went to sleep. &lt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MSN-ing , facebook-ing and twitting nao . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-7128263801397660558?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7128263801397660558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=7128263801397660558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7128263801397660558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7128263801397660558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/bastard.html' title='Bastard .'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNbYPas-NbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1zqiiXSH4yY/s72-c/Bella-twilightquote2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2111323739723644752</id><published>2010-11-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:46:30.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He ate my heart .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNLOPdafy_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2Dd1bP_SllQ/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535713656980884466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNLOPdafy_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2Dd1bP_SllQ/s400/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey peeps. I'm so awesome! And I know that. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, met Shipei in Hougang Interchange and headed to Woodlands to find Anna! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cheer up babe , he's not worth your tears . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to her house , her dogs damn cute but I scared . :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke, bored die me now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Audi until I die. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Btw , found this story online .&lt;br /&gt;That story is just so romantic. xD&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNLTFJ07BcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/VlZhl-ovDK4/s1600/IMG_7187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535718977482458562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNLTFJ07BcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/VlZhl-ovDK4/s400/IMG_7187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNLTFWXjAhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p-HzmTDBdtI/s1600/IMG_7185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535718980848910866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNLTFWXjAhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p-HzmTDBdtI/s400/IMG_7185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Credits thanks to Annalimz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-2111323739723644752?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2111323739723644752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2111323739723644752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2111323739723644752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2111323739723644752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-ate-my-heart.html' title='He ate my heart .'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TNLOPdafy_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2Dd1bP_SllQ/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4129341274288416284</id><published>2010-11-03T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:31:38.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You disgust me most of th time .</title><content type='html'>Went to Laura's house yesterday ~&lt;br /&gt;Her dog is so damn cute ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Baked cookies !&lt;br /&gt;HAHA , I think we failed . ):&lt;br /&gt;Her house damn shiok only . :P&lt;br /&gt;I jealous . ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm  having sore throat right now .&lt;br /&gt;Damn throat so painful .&lt;br /&gt;Mom woke me up damn early. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nvm , i dont know what to blog about neh . ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA , Yumi ahhhh , Okay laaah , blog about you .&lt;br /&gt;Hai sissy , me love you k . :B&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm so sweet as honey .&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke , gossssh , I cried after PTM . Sui me . ):&lt;br /&gt;WTF , Why facebook so many irritating people ?&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind , ignore . (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Now , stomach damn pain .&lt;br /&gt;Bye , gonna audi . ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4129341274288416284?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4129341274288416284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4129341274288416284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4129341274288416284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4129341274288416284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-disgust-me-most-of-th-time.html' title='You disgust me most of th time .'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-7933976265768164778</id><published>2010-11-01T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:21:02.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kpop ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for not posting . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lazy these few days .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spent my halloween in Escape Theme Park .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay , rotting at home now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weird people talking to me in msn .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kekekeke , going out sooon ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just want to say I ♥ Kpop .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SNSD ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHINee ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay , i'm crazy . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well , farewell . :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-7933976265768164778?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7933976265768164778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=7933976265768164778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7933976265768164778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7933976265768164778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/10/kpop.html' title='Kpop ♥'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-1436483363787283297</id><published>2010-10-24T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:23:53.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your undeniable spell is the Lucifer.</title><content type='html'>Stalked Kpop last night .&lt;br /&gt;Fun only .&lt;br /&gt;SNSD (Girls Generation) Seohyun waved at me . ♥&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to see my SHINee . /:&lt;br /&gt;Mnet ! I'm here .&lt;br /&gt;I miss U-kiss .&lt;br /&gt;Kevin ♥&lt;br /&gt;Dongho ♥&lt;br /&gt;Alexander ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVM0N0VxZI4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#!"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVM0N0VxZI4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love w a cutest guy in Infinite .&lt;br /&gt;Damn cute only .&lt;br /&gt;Kekekeke , see him , I wanna smile ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBq3ObwVes0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBq3ObwVes0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bored , just replaying Kpop songs .&lt;br /&gt;SHINee is always loved . ♥&lt;br /&gt;U-kiss is lika cool only . ♥&lt;br /&gt;B2ST is th best . ♥&lt;br /&gt;Shall end my post here . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-1436483363787283297?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/1436483363787283297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=1436483363787283297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/1436483363787283297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/1436483363787283297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-so-crazy.html' title='Your undeniable spell is the Lucifer.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-8110023739943170070</id><published>2010-10-17T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:33:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate liars, you should know .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey ! That retarded lil girl is sleeping in my bedroom . Pig ! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday , blahblahblah , and all this crap took place .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met Shipei in Hougang Mall , she ate McDonald .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sebas came , he very retarded lea . :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Huixin came , &lt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yiwen came also ~ ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lan-ed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slack-ed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw Matt , wtf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Retarded botaky okay , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suuh a assholeee , headed to Lower , then blk 325 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that his friend wanna pee , wtf , then went to Punggol Park .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Played &lt;em&gt;Truth or Dare&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shipei left lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While playing th game, they asked me stupid questions , -'-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blahblahblahs , went home around 12++ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reached home at 2 . No bus , walked home . &lt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Huixin accompanied me , tonned at my house .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chatted w Si Botak on msn , tonning on Monday w them . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lazy elaborate more . zzz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Tears tears, go away, come again another day. (':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-8110023739943170070?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8110023739943170070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=8110023739943170070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8110023739943170070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8110023739943170070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-liars-you-should-know.html' title='I hate liars, you should know .'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4768221220934565100</id><published>2010-10-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:13:20.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love me, say so, if not, please gently let me go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haaaaai , sorry for not updating . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was th &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; paper , *claps* .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went home , changed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bus-ed to Tamp .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Collected stuffs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went back to Hougang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Huixin&lt;/span&gt; . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long time no see her , miss her die maxx . ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA , Saw &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Freaking don't recognise him .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That retarded boi . &lt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to eat McDonald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me , &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shipei &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt; keep disiao people beside us . :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disiao-ed a guy w Huixin . &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Sorry dear) :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At night , went to find Botak w Valerie , Shipei and Huixin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep disiao him , funny only . :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehe , sorry uhhh , Si Matt Botakey ! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valerie and Shipei left early . &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left me , slack-ed w Huixin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then home-d . {:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4768221220934565100?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4768221220934565100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4768221220934565100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4768221220934565100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4768221220934565100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-love-me-say-so-if-not-please.html' title='If you love me, say so, if not, please gently let me go.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3055581234126066436</id><published>2010-09-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:47:07.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still feel it on my lips .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lazy post lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a fuckinq bad day today .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Argh , shag die me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wish to elaborate . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Shipei :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey twinny , cheer up lahs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't so sad .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Be good , don't keep do bad things .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Like I influence you like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't make me feel that way , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll kill you bitch ! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-3055581234126066436?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3055581234126066436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3055581234126066436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3055581234126066436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3055581234126066436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-still-feel-it-on-my-lips.html' title='I still feel it on my lips .'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4341637083647780718</id><published>2010-09-12T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T01:59:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.&lt;br /&gt;And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.&lt;br /&gt;The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.&lt;br /&gt;The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."&lt;br /&gt;She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.&lt;br /&gt;Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.&lt;br /&gt;He always liked to do things early, way before the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.&lt;br /&gt;Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.&lt;br /&gt;While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.&lt;br /&gt;With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.&lt;br /&gt;The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,&lt;br /&gt;Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?&lt;br /&gt;"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"&lt;br /&gt;The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."&lt;br /&gt;"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."&lt;br /&gt;"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,&lt;br /&gt;And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also is another thing, that I think you should know,&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."&lt;br /&gt;"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,&lt;br /&gt;That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."&lt;br /&gt;"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.&lt;br /&gt;For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."&lt;br /&gt;"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.&lt;br /&gt;That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."&lt;br /&gt;"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you and I know I always will.&lt;br /&gt;But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.&lt;br /&gt;The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,&lt;br /&gt;When your door's not answered, when the florist stops toknock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.&lt;br /&gt;But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,&lt;br /&gt;And place the roses where we are, together once again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-4341637083647780718?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4341637083647780718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4341637083647780718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4341637083647780718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4341637083647780718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/09/red-roses.html' title='Red Roses'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4334768840243387514</id><published>2010-09-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:30:49.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey bitch, I really hate you. Can't stand th hell outta you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, I'm lazy to post ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nevermind, went clubbing. Fucking fun okay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today met Yumi sissy. Like miss her to th fuck only (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my Yumi . ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my Shipei . ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my Jocelyn . ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my Jiaqi . ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohyeaah, I long time never see until my Jocelyn &amp;amp; Jiaqi already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seems that we drifted alot . ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Jocelyn Babyluvv : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey baby, I miss you ttm laahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to meeet you asap !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Call me sooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont wanna drift w you okay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I fucking fucking miss you too thh maxx manzxc !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I freaking freaking lovee you toooo ! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To Jiaqi :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heyhey, you okay ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Long time didn't see you also ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;felt likee alot of years past .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Miss th times w you and Jocelyn .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're really cute okay , keep entertaining me . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're so fucking chio . I'm so jealous .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teeeheeeeheeeeee, anyways, get well soooooon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I loveeee die miss you . ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHIBqUW4nI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9KD0FhhNAfY/s1600/DSC06066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907349743297138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHIBqUW4nI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9KD0FhhNAfY/s400/DSC06066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHIC1LKmpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VyhXjOULLc4/s1600/DSC06068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907369837402770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHIC1LKmpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VyhXjOULLc4/s400/DSC06068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHID0R1J8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/UDDsTuednt8/s1600/DSC06073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907386776790978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHID0R1J8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/UDDsTuednt8/s400/DSC06073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHICFwwSxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NYQCcw2YSFY/s1600/DSC06065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907357110160146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHICFwwSxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NYQCcw2YSFY/s400/DSC06065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be by your side no matter what happens. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/3740370618028350563-4334768840243387514?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4334768840243387514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4334768840243387514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4334768840243387514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4334768840243387514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-bitch-i-really-hate-you-cant-stand.html' title='Hey bitch, I really hate you. Can&apos;t stand th hell outta you.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TIHIBqUW4nI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9KD0FhhNAfY/s72-c/DSC06066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-229230128040669207</id><published>2010-08-31T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:45:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fug you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/THvbmLX7s-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/ACjyzbGhBLU/s1600/DSC06037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After school, went to eat KFC w Shipei (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Headed to Yumi's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cam-whored alot. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow going clubbing, sighh, excited &amp;amp; scared. Laughs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stick w me hor Yumi sissy ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;♥ ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/THvbl5dwdBI/AAAAAAAAATs/rJCw_Se5dJ8/s1600/DSC06036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511240013145207826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/THvbl5dwdBI/AAAAAAAAATs/rJCw_Se5dJ8/s400/DSC06036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/THvblVLwWvI/AAAAAAAAATk/HrfuppYS3y8/s1600/DSC06031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511240003406027506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/THvblVLwWvI/AAAAAAAAATk/HrfuppYS3y8/s400/DSC06031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511236967108780786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/THvY0mGFIvI/AAAAAAAAARc/2EWapFIpXbA/s400/DSC05995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3740370618028350563-229230128040669207?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/229230128040669207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=229230128040669207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/229230128040669207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/229230128040669207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/08/fug-you.html' title='Fug you.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/THvbl5dwdBI/AAAAAAAAATs/rJCw_Se5dJ8/s72-c/DSC06036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-8804450299937519379</id><published>2010-08-30T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:45:23.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hihi! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to OCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blahblahblah. Cant go in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Irritating only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went there w Yumi sissy, Mikki, Xiaoslack, Chinkent, Teckchai, Yiwen ^^, Levin, Bella, Yuting, Jintai and Tony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yuting, Jintai and Tony left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Followed by Yiwen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw some fucktards in Aloha Changi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wtf, xialan only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw ahguahs in Changi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scary luhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then went to sleep in Mikki's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shipei came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Play and slacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth left early ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skipskipskip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Took MRT from Habourfront to Hougang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Homed . :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-8804450299937519379?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8804450299937519379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=8804450299937519379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8804450299937519379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8804450299937519379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/08/shut-up.html' title='Shut up.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-8102744402762426189</id><published>2010-08-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:46:43.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You sucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After school, met Jiaqi &amp;amp; Jocelyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to Montfort Sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jiaqi go find her boyf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her boyf came w many many friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jocelyn so cute only laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to Hougang Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ate McDonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jocelyn's friend, Michelle Tay came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cb, phone low bat so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanted to charge, so yeah, cant find plug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went rounds looking for a plug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5th floor playground, slack-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went library, Michelle helped me found a plug ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charge phone awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jocelyn, Jiaqi and Michelle went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to find Elizabeth &amp;amp; Yumi sissy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went in th 5th floor nursing room, got plug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charged phone, so happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To Yumi Sissy: Featured you already. Happy happy naozxc okay. Dont sad. Will be going for shopping spreee soooon. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740370618028350563-8102744402762426189?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8102744402762426189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=8102744402762426189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8102744402762426189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/8102744402762426189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-sucker.html' title='You sucker.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2958172430443016367</id><published>2010-08-13T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:10:03.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every girls dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Get kissed in th rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Have that one hot kiss where your pressed against th wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Have a guy that thinks you're th world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Have a guy that holds on as long as possible when giving hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. A boy that whispers he loves you in your ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Have that moment where you just gaze into each others eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. When you cry, he kisses your tears away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. When you're not with your guy he's all that you can think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Wearing his jacket and everytime you breath in, his scent surrounds you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. A guy who will watch any movie with you, no matter how teary eyed you will get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. A guy who squeezes your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. A boy who says he loves you and he mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. A guy that will play her favourite song outside her window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. A guy who is loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. A guy that will sing to you no matter how bad he is at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. A guy that will kiss you on th forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. A guy that will call you beautiful or adorable...not hot, fine or sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. A guy that will never judge you for how you look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. A boy that says cheezy stuff to you just to make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. A boy that is th same when he is with you and when his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. A boy that tells you everything honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. A boy that is good with your family and introduces you to his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. A guy that will always let you win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. A guy who stands up for you no matter who is againest it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. A guy who calls you at night just to say 'hi' and see how your day has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. A boy who tells you that your smile makes his day and makes everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. A boy who sit on th phone with you when you're sad, even if you're quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. A boy who you can hang out with and have fun with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. A boy who will just randomly call you for no reason at all, just because he missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. A guy who will hold your hand through th roughtest parts of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. A guy who would love you forever no matter th circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. A guy who wouldn't mind you wanting to get all dressed up and do your make up for him. Even if he says he likes you better without make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. A guy who you can be yourself with and he will never give a care and would still tell you that you're amazing to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34. A guy who runs his fingers through your hair, like he's washing your worries/troubles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGSo7uHWQXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V5rQ2rBJzfc/s1600/morethenyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504710388498186610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGSo7uHWQXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V5rQ2rBJzfc/s400/morethenyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahah, didn't went to school today. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGSo7uHWQXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V5rQ2rBJzfc/s1600/morethenyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/3740370618028350563-2958172430443016367?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2958172430443016367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2958172430443016367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2958172430443016367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2958172430443016367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/08/every-girls-dream.html' title='Every girls dream.'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGSo7uHWQXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V5rQ2rBJzfc/s72-c/morethenyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-2317972695020012293</id><published>2010-08-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:58:30.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After school, ate Subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, was with Kitty, Shipei, Elizabeth, Jocelyn, Yiwen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waited outside that motha fucker's school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Came out, went to a void deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kept lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tsk, den scold scold scold, she cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One uncle came, Kaypoh kia lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went separated ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met in mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blaablaaablaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hazel camee, slack slack slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Accompained Elizabeth to Compass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jocelyn home-d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slack awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shipei &amp;amp; Hazel went off .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slacked awhile @ Swensens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then left w Yiwen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Home-d. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGP8AJsK6wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-WaFr1bAvqc/s1600/tumblr_l5rnj3V90D1qao8u4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504520249108261634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGP8AJsK6wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-WaFr1bAvqc/s400/tumblr_l5rnj3V90D1qao8u4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, motha fucker, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you're lucky today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I hate you ttmzxcvb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/3740370618028350563-2317972695020012293?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2317972695020012293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=2317972695020012293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2317972695020012293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/2317972695020012293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-school-ate-subway.html' title='Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal .'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGP8AJsK6wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-WaFr1bAvqc/s72-c/tumblr_l5rnj3V90D1qao8u4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-4191885108089909656</id><published>2010-08-11T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:48:05.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could control my heart, I would stop it from falling in love with you .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was out w Jocelyn, Elizabeth and Jiaqi . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had fun w them , love them ttm can . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGK4EnzBuTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kSXfjubXLF4/s1600/onefigerup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504164084142160178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGK4EnzBuTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kSXfjubXLF4/s400/onefigerup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a bitch lah hor . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dare scold in blog , dont dare come face 2 face .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those bitches are lowlife , thats what I'm gonna say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wtf, sexy, nahh. Look at your size :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, scold my parents ? Your parents didn't teach you proper manners ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I pity your classmates &amp;amp; schoolmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Laughs, I dont even think you have any friends ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, take care uh Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BHB lah hor. In your blog ownself say ownself pretty. -'-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wahh, fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I give you respect (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Goree me, my blog is so messy. Help mee ! :)&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/3740370618028350563-4191885108089909656?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4191885108089909656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=4191885108089909656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4191885108089909656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/4191885108089909656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-could-control-my-heart-i-would.html' title='If I could control my heart, I would stop it from falling in love with you .'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TGK4EnzBuTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kSXfjubXLF4/s72-c/onefigerup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-7217111699055650367</id><published>2010-07-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T01:54:36.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Baby Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECWTrgvvbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CNU_Vv_9dXA/s1600/DSC05823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494556810233757106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECWTrgvvbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CNU_Vv_9dXA/s400/DSC05823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECWTaSfV1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g4vdTBFphDI/s1600/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494556805610559314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECWTaSfV1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g4vdTBFphDI/s400/DSC05822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECWS9mCVDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/U58IjEtF6MQ/s1600/DSC05820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494556797907915826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECWS9mCVDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/U58IjEtF6MQ/s400/DSC05820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVNG-bDmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kA7RtEBNLYA/s1600/DSC05818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494555597835275874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVNG-bDmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kA7RtEBNLYA/s400/DSC05818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVMrKObgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yKhrkqDNH08/s1600/DSC05817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494555590368587266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVMrKObgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yKhrkqDNH08/s400/DSC05817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVMAOQChI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a5PIeqkuUos/s1600/DSC05814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494555578842745362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVMAOQChI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a5PIeqkuUos/s400/DSC05814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVLYdUQgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iYhk1QpupyM/s1600/DSC05813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494555568168518146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVLYdUQgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iYhk1QpupyM/s400/DSC05813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVLPH-FGI/AAAAAAAAANw/Gx3ALFwr4Xc/s1600/DSC05812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494555565663065186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECVLPH-FGI/AAAAAAAAANw/Gx3ALFwr4Xc/s400/DSC05812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTYgorv0I/AAAAAAAAANo/3L6QffoGnUw/s1600/DSC05810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494553594678722370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTYgorv0I/AAAAAAAAANo/3L6QffoGnUw/s400/DSC05810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTYLKtr2I/AAAAAAAAANg/741Ayc6wFVE/s1600/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494553588915875682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTYLKtr2I/AAAAAAAAANg/741Ayc6wFVE/s400/DSC05809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTXseb6JI/AAAAAAAAANY/1nV5xPg58h4/s1600/DSC05806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494553580677097618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTXseb6JI/AAAAAAAAANY/1nV5xPg58h4/s400/DSC05806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTXALon0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Arpw7rinURU/s1600/DSC05805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494553568787078978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTXALon0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Arpw7rinURU/s400/DSC05805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTWtc58iI/AAAAAAAAANI/vAC25OYPmh8/s1600/DSC05802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494553563759243810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECTWtc58iI/AAAAAAAAANI/vAC25OYPmh8/s400/DSC05802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSbtHFGQI/AAAAAAAAANA/Fy0Nl9sYnrQ/s1600/DSC05801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552550055418114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSbtHFGQI/AAAAAAAAANA/Fy0Nl9sYnrQ/s400/DSC05801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSbOQUeLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1fyoqEp0cXk/s1600/DSC05800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552541772675250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSbOQUeLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1fyoqEp0cXk/s400/DSC05800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSaiBxODI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2UnWIba99Dc/s1600/DSC05799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552529900484658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSaiBxODI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2UnWIba99Dc/s400/DSC05799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSaFKgugI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KTm6KlSERYg/s1600/DSC05797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494552522152524290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECSaFKgugI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KTm6KlSERYg/s400/DSC05797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRJt4SPPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PnYS4ztsnzg/s1600/DSC05796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494551141512527090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRJt4SPPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PnYS4ztsnzg/s400/DSC05796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRJfVpOKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WarfTo2IPG8/s1600/DSC05795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494551137609136290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRJfVpOKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WarfTo2IPG8/s400/DSC05795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRI_hVz1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8Jp1jESiAhs/s1600/DSC05794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494551129068261202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRI_hVz1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8Jp1jESiAhs/s400/DSC05794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRIQlb_FI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3bJ7OdGJ76g/s1600/DSC05792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494551116468976722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRIQlb_FI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3bJ7OdGJ76g/s400/DSC05792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRICZQ5fI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qvLqXc3F2b4/s1600/DSC05791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494551112659822066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECRICZQ5fI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qvLqXc3F2b4/s400/DSC05791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School was (N)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slept in class, only kena knock table by teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to meetup w my sissy Yumi after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She (Y) never go school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fetched her from Hougang MRT Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walked in t mall &gt; Subway t find twinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shipei twinny like damn lonely, sorry &lt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walked to Shipei house around that area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slacked at a block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jio McDonald and his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They damn idioticzxc luh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tsktsk .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip &gt; Slacked &gt; Skip &gt; Slacked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw Alam at lower court .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blahblahblahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip &gt; Skip .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hougang Green-ed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drunk and got damn fucking high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Den forgotton what happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laughs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cabbed w Yumi back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reached home around 12++ .&lt;/span&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&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/3740370618028350563-7217111699055650367?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7217111699055650367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=7217111699055650367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7217111699055650367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/7217111699055650367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Run Baby Run'/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/TECWTrgvvbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CNU_Vv_9dXA/s72-c/DSC05823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740370618028350563.post-3538134656339623323</id><published>2010-04-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:49:03.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/S82wmdKIIoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-aRljtV_Ztk/s1600/DSC04940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462216097778901634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/S82wmdKIIoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-aRljtV_Ztk/s200/DSC04940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poor lil creature ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll remember thh date .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;190410 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Poor youngest hamster died . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cried like hell yesterday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cos my poor lil hamster passed away ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hammy . &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/3740370618028350563-3538134656339623323?l=b-imbotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3538134656339623323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3740370618028350563&amp;postID=3538134656339623323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3538134656339623323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740370618028350563/posts/default/3538134656339623323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-imbotic.blogspot.com/2010/04/poor-lil-creature-ill-remember-thh-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Tay Pei Ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758078825804966938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8P5MaIGX3k/Td0wNQ5lG3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8BHBF2SmSVw/s220/246729_1813978997854_1491438032_31670343_6639299_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFkYnAFbyLU/S82wmdKIIoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-aRljtV_Ztk/s72-c/DSC04940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
