<?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-5634740176822327598</id><updated>2011-09-17T04:59:32.723-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>x-sharlyn :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1154779965853549782</id><published>2010-12-20T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:59:03.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad.</title><content type='html'>I really should stop procrastinating, this is getting bad.. &lt;br /&gt;Very very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-1154779965853549782?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1154779965853549782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1154779965853549782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1154779965853549782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad.html' title='sad.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1426019506630874043</id><published>2010-12-16T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:39:37.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of complaints and love notes ☆</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo9QxvgqQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IjJhHSOp5Tk/s1600/very-cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo9QxvgqQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IjJhHSOp5Tk/s1600/very-cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo9QxvgqQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IjJhHSOp5Tk/s320/very-cool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316849127368962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orly. Y'think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, second post for today? Harhar, i'm feeling kind of insipired right now- or maybe not. I cant stand those people who try sooooooo hard to be "cool". They use all the words that they dont even understand. Just because it sounds "chim" thats why they use it, regardless of the suitability of  that word in a particular sentence. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For example: Oh, you know &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; very cute girl lehr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Er, hello? Imma means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm going to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, are you telling me that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you're going to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very cute girl lehr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harhar, very funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, it annoys me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And people do weird things in pictures, not knowing that those are sex gestures. Well yeah, i just happen to know these stuff because i dont shut out all these stuff like some people do. At the very least, i'm at a plus point because i dont do stuff like that unknowingly. Gosh, especially when they think thats a peace sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo48aRcSSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PrEmWOOKZ68/s1600/Picture0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo48Cqyx2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/1DJnmUHcsWw/s320/Picture0087.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551312094847223650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that this means kiss my vagina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo48aRcSSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PrEmWOOKZ68/s1600/Picture0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo48aRcSSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PrEmWOOKZ68/s320/Picture0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551312101183342882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; this is lick, my ummm.. you know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not very clever huh, those poses? Well, to some it means "peace". Oh sure, i'm very sure that's peace, huh. The world isnt filled with good and honest people, hunnykins. There are sickos, lechers, perverts, waiting eagerly to launch on you whenever there's a chance. &amp;amp; things like this stimulates those people to get excited and er, you know, horny. Why give them the chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, i know this post might not be a very decent post, but seriously; i had to get this off my chest. Okay now the serious part is over :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo-Enmk_cI/AAAAAAAAAOc/60j4SPW9xMU/s1600/36083_453738542725_573727725_5355040_184177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo-Enmk_cI/AAAAAAAAAOc/60j4SPW9xMU/s320/36083_453738542725_573727725_5355040_184177_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551317739758747074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Alex Valentino &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This sweetheart here looks good hmm? :) Hahaha, that's my rockstar, next up after daddy and Uncle Jerry :) We're second cousins! The amazing thing is, we've only met once and we hit off really well. He has always been there for me whenever i was upset, feeling down or lonely. He talked me out of my loneliness and possibly, my mutilating habit. Thank you, cousin. You're awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today we webcammed in the afternoon. It was pretty fun because i could see him in specs! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahahahahahahhahaahah nerd :D but seriously, Alex i really think you're awesome. Thank you for being so nice. I love you! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 26px; "&gt;٩(•̮̮̃-̃)۶  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQpBvRFiebI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J5ePg1eut5I/s1600/34145_412336539420_723619420_4282179_4494371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQpBvRFiebI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J5ePg1eut5I/s320/34145_412336539420_723619420_4282179_4494371_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551321770983848370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sharlyn &amp;amp; Maemei (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; line-height: 70px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This picture was taken in school! :) This amazing little sis of mine created my blogskin just exactly like how i wanted it to be. She's a genius, im telling you! I love her to bits, and she knows it. I will follow you~~~~~~~~~~ Hahaha, i've had so many fond memories with her and i'm absolutely sure i'm gonna miss her heap loads when i'm in kl. I'm gonna miss that smile of hers that makes her whole face crunch up and her laughter! Maemei, i know i dont usually tell you, but you'll always have a place in my heart and i'll never forget you. Dont change k? Be the way you are now, cos thats how i love you :) You're a great girl and dont let anyone tell you otherwise k? &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;supershar-lyn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; font-size: 28px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 56px; "&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/5634740176822327598-1426019506630874043?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1426019506630874043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-complaints-and-love-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1426019506630874043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1426019506630874043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-complaints-and-love-notes.html' title='of complaints and love notes ☆'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQo9QxvgqQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IjJhHSOp5Tk/s72-c/very-cool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7443411152297255463</id><published>2010-12-15T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:45:53.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>affairs of the heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQm7Auk8MKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RTMsRDhxEb8/s1600/tumblr_ldiedhpvTj1qdf4a4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQm7Auk8MKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RTMsRDhxEb8/s320/tumblr_ldiedhpvTj1qdf4a4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551173636888211618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you ever be in that situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, my friend @David Loke called my blog a dead blog. &amp;amp; I sort of agree with him on that. I have been pretty lazy to update my blog. I always seem to have "better" things to do, but i'm really not sure what i've been doing for the past few days ever since i dumped my books into the garbage bin. Okay, well no i didnt dump it away, but i did pack it all up and left in the store room to be given out to Kim mei, as she's gonna be sitting for her SPM really soon too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, so now lets get to the story that's related to the title of today's post.. I just opened an account in &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/xsharlyn"&gt;Formspringme.com&lt;/a&gt;, and i had this one question where someone asked me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why are you so desperate for inetrnet relationships when you know they are nt real? why cannot u just waiting for real boy to come to life? despo loh u&lt;/blockquote&gt;Seriously? Is this any of your fucking business? Okay, think of it this way. I'm still 17, and my parents doesnt exactly agree on having teen relationships because most teens are immature and pure dumb. They're scared i'll have sex, which i very well know that i wouldnt. But, parents will always be parents, forever fretting over their children. &amp;amp; no matter how smart or big we may be, they'll think us as little kids who are unable to fend for themselves. Okay, so as i was saying.. Since my parents dont let me have a physical real relationship (meaning having the guy by my side), how am i to tell people how i feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This are a few things that you people should remember before condemning how i go about my love life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1: They are just people whom I can relate to. They understand me better than most people think they do. You see, most people in real life know too much about me, and know too many people around me. Its very hard to have a real heart-t0-heart talk with them. I know you guys might think this is very dangerous, that i maybe talking to some lecherous pervert or pedophile, but no. I know who i'm talking to and i dont open up to people that easily. I do take my time to get to know them and if they're rotten eggs, i'll just stop contacting them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2: They care for me. They ask me how was my day, they ask me if i have any problems. They share my burden with me. Now, for those who said i'm a desperate bitch, question yourself: Have you ever  been there for me? Well, i'm pretty sure the answer for most is a No. So, who the fuck are you to say those mean things about me? I'd just suggest that you go sit in one corner of your room, put your hands in your pants and screw yourself. Get a life, losers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3: If my parents forbid me from having relationships, i can only talk to my boyfriend through the phone or through the net, right? &amp;amp; now, i'm still under the care of my parents and i am still living in their house, so i have to go by their rules. Which also means i cant go out, and how else do you think i'm gonna contact them? :) Oh joy! Through the net! YAY. So tell me 10 good reasons why should i have a relationship with a chinese guy who hardly knows me and wants to touch my boobs, when i can talk to someone with a little bit more compassion and love for me? Okay, maybe you'd say that the feeling between two internet friends arent love, its just infatuation. But WHATEVER, all teen relationships are about infatuation. Ask yourself, have YOU ever loved anyone? No? Oh, so shut up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really very angered by those dumbfucks who have nothing better to do. Dont try asking nor controlling my life. I dont do that to you, do i? Thats because i'm not a lifeless loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; P/S: I know you're just jealous that white guys dont love you.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, monospace; line-height: 9px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, monospace; line-height: 9px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, monospace; line-height: 9px; "&gt;&lt;br /&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" style="font-family: monospace, monospace; line-height: 9px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;supershar-lyn&lt;/span&gt; ✌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, monospace; font-size: 9px; line-height: 9px; "&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/5634740176822327598-7443411152297255463?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7443411152297255463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/affairs-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7443411152297255463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7443411152297255463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/affairs-of-heart.html' title='affairs of the heart?'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TQm7Auk8MKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RTMsRDhxEb8/s72-c/tumblr_ldiedhpvTj1qdf4a4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-832502550953383833</id><published>2010-12-08T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:27:40.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>revamp,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey sweetlings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's back? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TP-0929aZ4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BEIhOU9kD_4/s320/batman.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548352240761857922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BATMAN (?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No no no, its not batman! Its &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really cant believe that SPM is really over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, the exam might be over, but....... pfft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, now i think i shouldnt worry too much about all the depressing results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should take a break from all this stress that i've been under :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, i'll be going to check out colleges tomorrow! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Short post today because i havent really rested yet since 6.00am 8th dec :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its currently 4.25am 9th december.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent slept yet :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heh! I'll blog about my trip tmrw :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you sweetlings &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-832502550953383833?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/832502550953383833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/revamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/832502550953383833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/832502550953383833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/revamp.html' title='revamp,'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TP-0929aZ4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/BEIhOU9kD_4/s72-c/batman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-6435850400120707993</id><published>2010-06-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T06:57:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outing w/ piggy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happy%20girl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/love_quotes/1059-03-19-2010.png" border="0" alt="Love Quote and Cute Quote Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am one happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went out with piggy for The A-Team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was alright i think :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol, then i had lunch w janjan and their mommy at Seasons :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then i went for tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm one happy girl yo &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/love_quotes/th_1059-03-19-2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3441318714172668009</id><published>2010-06-08T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:32:38.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit shit shit delete my old email address!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay this is some scary shitz i've gotta tell you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get any mail or any links or any shitz from my old msn account, I'm telling you now.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ITS NOT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TA3_inIuQ-I/AAAAAAAAANk/orJUYG6fEXU/s1600/bab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TA3_inIuQ-I/AAAAAAAAANk/orJUYG6fEXU/s320/bab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480317291665966050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who have my old email address in your contact list, please please please delete it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;cutiesharon93@hotmail.com&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&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/5634740176822327598-3441318714172668009?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3441318714172668009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/shit-shit-shit-delete-my-old-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3441318714172668009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3441318714172668009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/shit-shit-shit-delete-my-old-email.html' title='shit shit shit delete my old email address!'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/TA3_inIuQ-I/AAAAAAAAANk/orJUYG6fEXU/s72-c/bab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3908870498062931854</id><published>2010-06-03T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:06:32.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something i find very true :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scorpio Astrology October 23 - November 21&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="image"&gt;&lt;img style="max-width: 400px; max-height: 300px;" src="http://i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/09/05/10/Scorpio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="descr"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio Strength Keywords:&lt;/h3&gt;- Loyal&lt;br /&gt;- Passionate&lt;br /&gt;- Resourceful&lt;br /&gt;- Observant&lt;br /&gt;- Dynamic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio Weakness Keywords:&lt;/h3&gt;- Jealous&lt;br /&gt;- Obsessive&lt;br /&gt;- Suspicious&lt;br /&gt;- Manipulative&lt;br /&gt;- Unyielding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio and Independence:&lt;/h3&gt;Scorpios are fiercely independent. They are able to accomplish anything they put their mind to and they won't give up. They are perfectly suited to being on their own. They are not social butterflies like some other zodiac signs and some actually prefer to live on their own that way there is never any issue of who controls what at home, they like to be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio and Friendship:&lt;/h3&gt;Relationships with Scorpio are always complicated, just like the person, their relationships are a series of extremes, they can even be downright moody for no apparent reason. Scorpios are known for their possessiveness and jealousy but on the other hand, they are extremely loyal. Scorpios have an excellent memory and combined with an inability to let things go, they can hold a grudge against someone who did them harm forever, in fact a Scorpio rarely if never forgives and forgets. They will even go as far as get vengeance on the person. On the other hand, they will always remember a kind gesture forever and repay it. Any kind selfless gesture done to a Scorpio will gain trust and respect which is extremely important to them in any relationship, either romantic or not. The best advice is to be honest with a Scorpio friend and in return, you will gain an amazing friend you will never forget and who will be loyal to you and never make false promises. Their truthful and shocking sense of humor if different than that of any other zodiac sign and the Scorpio makes an amazing, powerful interesting friend that can be trusted.&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio and Business:&lt;/h3&gt;Scorpios make excellent doctors, surgeons, scientists and leaders, they are perfectly suited to any form of business that makes a difference in the world, greatly impacts people and society and a most importantly, Scorpio has to be in a power position, this is why these careers are suited to the Scorpio, they all demand one person in supreme control giving orders and leading a unit of people/practices. In business, Scorpios tend to easily gather wealth, they make very wise business decisions and they are very conservative about spending their money. Scorpios are known for making money and hiding it, they will not announce it due to to fear that others will take the same route and becoming a possible competitor, or worse try to use the Scorpio to their advantage to use them for their money.&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio and Temperament:&lt;/h3&gt;Scorpios are extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through a power hungry, controlling attitude. Not in a stubborn sense however, because a Scorpio will work for what they want and control will justified reasons. This is obvious to any onlooker. A Scorpio never gives up, they are so determined to reach their goal. The key to this success is their flexibility. They are able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary. This makes them very adaptable and versatile. Scorpios are fierce competitors, combined with their powers of observation and their excellent memory, they will recall facts and when necessary, bring them to the table at the time of need. They will win justly, with proper facts and arguments to support their thoughts and opinions. Scorpios are excellent at restoring order to a chaotic situation and they are just as capable of manipulating for their own greed and benefit. The un-evolved Scorpio is a very dangerous person because they use their powers to benefit only them and step on other people in order to satisfy their own greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio Deep Inside:&lt;/h3&gt;Scorpio is the most misunderstood of all astrology signs. They are all about intensity and contradictions. They like to be aware of a situation and always know what's going on, figuring this out with their probing mind, on the other hand, they are interested in the occult, the paranormal, conspiracy theories and other types of similar unknown mysteries. They are very capable of hiding their true feelings and motivations, they often have ulterior motives or a hidden agenda.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios are all about control, they need to be in control at all times. To be out of control is very threatening, even dangerous to the Scorpio's psyche, when they control, they feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios are very emotional, their emotions are intensified, both good emotions and bad. Negative emotions of jealousy and resentment are hallmarks of this turbulent astrology sign. On the other side, Scorpios are well known for their forceful and powerful drive to succeed and their amazing dedication. Scorpios are constantly trying to understand their emotions through finding a deeper purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios are very intuitive, but not as in a psychic sense, more as intuitive into the human mind, they have a great understanding of the mystery and the power of the human mind.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios have a fear of failure which they keep hidden extremely well, should their confrontation not be successful, or their career fail, they will simply use their adaptive skill to quickly move and and leave the bad experience behind. Do not ever expect them to fess up or share their tale with anyone however because this shows signs of weakness and Scorpio always wins, they are always the self-proclaimed best! One of the reasons they seem like they always accomplish their goals is because they set tangible short-term goals that they know they can accomplish, they know what they are capable of and this is what they go for.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios are very weary about trusting anyone, a person needs to gain their trust and this gets built up over time and once all the 'trust tests' have been passed, Scorpio loves deeply and intensely. Underneath the cool exterior, energies and emotions are constantly flowing but the Scorpio deals with this be channeling this into useful activities, hobbies, relationships or a career. This is never apparent to the outside observer but knowing this fact explains why Scorpios are so passionate about whatever it is that they are undertaking. Scorpios have powerful instincts and they trust their own gut feeling which is another reason why a Scorpio seldom fails.&lt;br /&gt;The ongoing lesson in life for those born under the Scorpio zodiac signs, is to channel their powerful energy into positive goals and not succumbing to the darker forces in life such as manipulation and greed, they will then have great success in their life and have a clean, happy conscience and a circle of friends they can trust and hold dear to them.&lt;h3&gt;Scorpio in a Nutshell:&lt;/h3&gt;Scorpio is the astrology sign of extremes and intensity. Scorpios are very deep, intense people, there is always more then meets the eye. They present a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive. Scorpios have a very penetrative mind, do not be surprised if they ask questions, they are trying to delve deeper and figure things out and survey the situation. They always want to know why, where and any other possible detail they can possibly know. Scorpio's are very weary of the games that other people try to play and they are very aware of it. Scorpios tend to dominate and control anyone that lets them, or anyone that they find weak. The person that a Scorpio respects and holds close to them is treated with amazing kindness, loyalty and generosity. On the outside, a Scorpio has great secretiveness and mystery. This magnetically draws people to them. They are known to be controlling and too ambitious but only because they need control for this makes them feel safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-3908870498062931854?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3908870498062931854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-i-find-very-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3908870498062931854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3908870498062931854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-i-find-very-true.html' title='something i find very true :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5069593656657427104</id><published>2010-04-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:31:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp170/1love_0217/lights.jpg" alt="City Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i could skip this whole chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Being so low and spiritless all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Its really taking up too much of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather use that energy to laugh and joke around with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even cried during church yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe my fate.&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe how much i actually detest myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to move on, but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i had friends who cared about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ben Chia, your hug really made me feel better &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Smelly for being such a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you piggy for everything too :)&lt;br /&gt;I know i've been super annoying lately, but yeah be assured that i will bounce back up and be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the fun girl you once knew :)&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me, i can overcome this stupid emo phase!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is the soundtrack of my summer &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-5069593656657427104?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5069593656657427104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5069593656657427104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5069593656657427104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you.html' title='thank you.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8491630016565271970</id><published>2010-04-16T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:46:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been cheated my whole life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/funny%20quote" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i881.photobucket.com/albums/ac16/SelenaFan101/photo-4.jpg" alt="Poke me. Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend for 11 years just told me that he sees me as hot.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, to think that his eyes have decieved him for 11 whole long years.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you seriously freaked the shitz outta me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am reallyyyyyy tired.&lt;br /&gt;With school, tuitions and studies.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks my one year anniversary with Kimberlynn meimei. :)&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see her in church tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;I got something to pass to her.&lt;br /&gt;I love you heaps, kimmyboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;See you soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-8491630016565271970?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8491630016565271970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-cheated-my-whole-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8491630016565271970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8491630016565271970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-cheated-my-whole-life.html' title='i&apos;ve been cheated my whole life.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-604288210319605883</id><published>2010-03-28T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:16:03.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/S685k8QkaMI/AAAAAAAAANc/UU_XBba8YMM/s1600/Picture0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/S685k8QkaMI/AAAAAAAAANc/UU_XBba8YMM/s320/Picture0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453640980582656194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my hair is so long. You can call me Hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been doing my stupid blardy Biology folio since 11am. Its currently 7.12pm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;I am an amazing multitasker!&lt;br /&gt;I can do so many things at one time.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, blink, talk, facebook, blog, complete my folio, laugh, have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Woots, i'm beyond cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a school student sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I have no freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I have fake friends.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, some of them are nice though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;Although its just a pretence.&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES THOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Its so awesome.&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/5634740176822327598-604288210319605883?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/604288210319605883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/604288210319605883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/604288210319605883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/S685k8QkaMI/AAAAAAAAANc/UU_XBba8YMM/s72-c/Picture0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5189166589141189436</id><published>2010-03-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:35:11.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i should have blogged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/S64ilactKFI/AAAAAAAAANU/qNfBb5JS40g/s1600/life-instructions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/S64ilactKFI/AAAAAAAAANU/qNfBb5JS40g/s320/life-instructions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453334224942475346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello peopleeeeeee (!)&lt;br /&gt;I know i know i know i know i know, i should have blogged earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Close to four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;SPM year baby!&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty much the same, just a lil bit busier!&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout again, and yes i like it!&lt;br /&gt;Its yellowwwwww jellow (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how have you guys been?&lt;br /&gt;I know you have been waiting anxiously for my update, but i was procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know procrastination aint good, but its just so tempting!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, so how have you changed in this year?&lt;br /&gt;2010 is crazily zoomed past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few months i would be sitting for my SPM.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'd be enjoying my temporary freedom, then i'd be enrolled into a college.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i'd be taking my A levels, with new friends and new syllabus! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be one step closer to getting to be a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;Not a safe job, i know.&lt;br /&gt;But its my life long dream &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I AM GONNA ACHIEVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard, Sharlyn!&lt;br /&gt;You shall be strong, live up to your name. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, people.&lt;br /&gt;I will update soon :D&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/5634740176822327598-5189166589141189436?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5189166589141189436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-i-should-have-blogged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5189166589141189436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5189166589141189436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-i-should-have-blogged.html' title='i know i should have blogged!'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/S64ilactKFI/AAAAAAAAANU/qNfBb5JS40g/s72-c/life-instructions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8867477351659232849</id><published>2010-02-13T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:24:37.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey bloggie.</title><content type='html'>Dear bloggie, i'm sorry i havent been blogging of the late since i've been really really caught up with school work and CCA's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been a month plus since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; boy, so many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Happy and sad, you name it, everything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i realised that no one in this fucking world can be trusted, not even your own parents.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known that you couldnt even trust your own parents?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh FML.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-8867477351659232849?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8867477351659232849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-bloggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8867477351659232849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8867477351659232849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-bloggie.html' title='hey bloggie.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1517539416454522641</id><published>2009-12-31T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:59:14.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SzzKKJdFk2I/AAAAAAAAANM/XWdTSvVm5tY/s1600-h/30tjn1u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SzzKKJdFk2I/AAAAAAAAANM/XWdTSvVm5tY/s320/30tjn1u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421430327132656482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, its finally the end of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of the year.&lt;br /&gt;End of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Not end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2009...&lt;br /&gt;How would i describe 2009?&lt;br /&gt;I cried, i laughed, i screamed, i shouted, i squeaked and squealed.&lt;br /&gt;I did everything a normal 16 year old should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made so many new friends over the year.&lt;br /&gt;I made so many mistakes over the year.&lt;br /&gt;I've cried a million buckets of tears.&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed a million times.&lt;br /&gt;I've scolded thousands of people.&lt;br /&gt;I've also given alot of advice over the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a famous basketball player.&lt;br /&gt;I met my dear meimei, Kimberlynn Koo :)&lt;br /&gt;I've joined the Convent Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;childish girl&lt;/span&gt; did, all the facebook posts and all.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk, grow up would ya? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've pulled through 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Come on 2010, show me what you've got to give :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you peeps, thank you everybody who has made my year a great one :)&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I want more years with you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-1517539416454522641?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1517539416454522641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1517539416454522641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1517539416454522641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-d.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SzzKKJdFk2I/AAAAAAAAANM/XWdTSvVm5tY/s72-c/30tjn1u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1490828141699261560</id><published>2009-12-29T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:29:17.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SzouFGu2SBI/AAAAAAAAANE/ezhx79gVgxQ/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SzouFGu2SBI/AAAAAAAAANE/ezhx79gVgxQ/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420695766735144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone have to leave?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people come and go in and out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so hurt and lost.&lt;br /&gt;Some people who come in and make you feel like those were the best moments in your life, then the next minute you see that they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you G babe.&lt;br /&gt;I really am gonna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say:&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what you've got until its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, it hurts like shit to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-1490828141699261560?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1490828141699261560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1490828141699261560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1490828141699261560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell.html' title='farewell.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SzouFGu2SBI/AAAAAAAAANE/ezhx79gVgxQ/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8072939289850433364</id><published>2009-12-28T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:43:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BYE LOVELIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sweetiepies, school's reopening in one week's time.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all over, and everything's going back to school schedule already :)&lt;br /&gt;Back to school!&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog when i have the time, hugs love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-8072939289850433364?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8072939289850433364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8072939289850433364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8072939289850433364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-d.html' title='bye :D'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7278579130797771209</id><published>2009-12-20T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:03:49.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i just got home from KL, and PD.&lt;br /&gt;I was having a weirdly nice time.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Bro and we went for lunch at a pretty nice coffee shop!&lt;br /&gt;Loads of nice food but I waited for so long for just one plate of fried kuey tiaw. :(&lt;br /&gt;But bro was being so nice! He gave me some of his food.&lt;br /&gt;Mehehe, i love you bro :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hanged around in the hotel room until it was time for dad to get his sound check done.&lt;br /&gt;So we went down to the ballroom to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;We were there for quite a long time, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the bride and the bridegroom, they were so cute together! I really cant stand the sight of them. I am bound to say: SO CUTE LA THE BOTH OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask my mum if you dont believe me :)&lt;br /&gt;Then i was so tired, but hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy brought me to Victoria's Station for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;Interior decorations vehhhh prettyful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went back to the room first to get ready for his function.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to get booze for him, and so i did.&lt;br /&gt;When i walked in the hotel entrance, all the white guys were looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;Mum said i was walking like i was some kind of wild girl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went back to the room and mummy snoozed off!&lt;br /&gt;I took my bath and i was watching a show on NTV7, i think.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda nice :D&lt;br /&gt;Mehehe, it was 90210 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i fell asleep at 1 plus :)&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to the bar for a while, but daddy came back way too late.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well then we woke up way early for breakfast, and so we ate alot.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, not we. My parents are alot!&lt;br /&gt;I had a freaking stomach ache :(&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Ladies for almost half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Pfffft, i missed out on all the good food!&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast was RM55.20.&lt;br /&gt;I wasted it, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we checked out and went straight to PD to celebrate my grandpa's 87th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Long live, gramps!&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty stressed out at first cos we had SO much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Clean up, set up the party, get the atmosphere there and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually i managed to get everything in place together with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw baby Ian too, he's amazingly adorable and he's so so so so so michievious.&lt;br /&gt;I met Baby Benjamin too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, i'll update more when i come online next.&lt;br /&gt;She's being a total biatch, making so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her when she makes so much noise, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-7278579130797771209?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7278579130797771209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/trips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7278579130797771209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7278579130797771209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/trips.html' title='trips.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1526826676799986511</id><published>2009-12-18T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:11:37.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sy9JuwBncJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7lAPGgoBKZI/s1600-h/stress.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sy9JuwBncJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7lAPGgoBKZI/s320/stress.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417629944264487058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, now its time for me to explode all my frustrations all in one fucking post.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i'm very angry with them for quarreling.&lt;br /&gt;Cant they just shut the fuck up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stand it when two people just start quarrelling for no good reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Its just so fucking irritating, so please shut the fuck up alright?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very fucking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i'm very freaked out due to my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I havent finished them, okay thank you.&lt;br /&gt;What the pork, what the fart.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me so much homework.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;WTFMFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thirdly, I'm gonna be in freaking Form 5 next year.&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck must time pass so fast?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;But on another note, i cant wait for college life!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, i lost my fucking pendrive, wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;All the important documents are inside.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, i'm so screwed if dad finds out.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT ASSHOLE LAH I HATE LOSING MY STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i dont wanna moan anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-1526826676799986511?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1526826676799986511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1526826676799986511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1526826676799986511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressed.html' title='stressed.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sy9JuwBncJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7lAPGgoBKZI/s72-c/stress.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3387897944721964036</id><published>2009-12-16T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:33:47.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>babi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sy9NRyTvtoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Htjs4hxgRaY/s1600-h/04_girl_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sy9NRyTvtoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Htjs4hxgRaY/s320/04_girl_friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417633844707702402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today, i had shit loads of fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Hamsha Babi came over!&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked and talked!&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and we sang on the top of our lungs.&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of fun, i love having her company!&lt;br /&gt;I love her to bits ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-3387897944721964036?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3387897944721964036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/babi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3387897944721964036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3387897944721964036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/babi.html' title='babi :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sy9NRyTvtoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Htjs4hxgRaY/s72-c/04_girl_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1456171223060504379</id><published>2009-12-14T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:50:58.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SyZBmLaDruI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mDQKgSbaCWU/s1600-h/Patrick_Emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SyZBmLaDruI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mDQKgSbaCWU/s320/Patrick_Emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415087726112517858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you are feeling alone like no one cares, read this cause its absolutely true:&lt;br /&gt;Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At least fifteen people in this world love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are at least two people in this world that would die for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You mean the world to someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Always remember the compliments you've received. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Forget the rude remarks. &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/5634740176822327598-1456171223060504379?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1456171223060504379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1456171223060504379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1456171223060504379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-happy.html' title='be happy!'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SyZBmLaDruI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mDQKgSbaCWU/s72-c/Patrick_Emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5784443079483687750</id><published>2009-12-11T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:20:35.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have yourself a merry lil christmas now :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SyJgpVO4khI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FoZTNnJimVU/s1600-h/christmas-lights-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SyJgpVO4khI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FoZTNnJimVU/s320/christmas-lights-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413995965243232786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who ever said that putting up a Christmas Tree was an easy task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone of you think that it is an easy task, would you please kindly put it up for me?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so super busy with Christmas preparations.&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling aint there yet.&lt;br /&gt;I cant figure out why am i feeling so blue, maybe its just because of those silly things she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm gonna be matured and i wont bother about that childish girl who has nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what everyone told me to do, just be the good person.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, God's watching you la sayang, so dont be naughty :)&lt;br /&gt;And hey, i aint mentioning names so dont go about crying and getting frustrated for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, since its the Christmas season, lets all be jolly and have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;No more time for bitching and all.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grow up!&lt;br /&gt;Thats my New Year Resolution for you.&lt;br /&gt;Work on it!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-5784443079483687750?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5784443079483687750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-lil-christmas-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5784443079483687750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5784443079483687750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-lil-christmas-now.html' title='have yourself a merry lil christmas now :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SyJgpVO4khI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FoZTNnJimVU/s72-c/christmas-lights-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5513849825860935311</id><published>2009-12-07T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:27:26.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0CoayNgNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Si9XTcBeEn8/s1600-h/z196882327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0CoayNgNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Si9XTcBeEn8/s320/z196882327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412485220577149138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey bloggie, and blog readers.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have time for a proper update.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is currently only for my events that i've been busy with.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing emo, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Just a story of my boring life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt blame any of you if you have stopped reading / visiting my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;Its my bad, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its really beginning to feel like Christmas &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i love the feeling!&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice and fuzzy, everyone's getting in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;And that also equates to massive SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;It can get quite enjoyable when i'm getting stuff that i like for myself :)&lt;br /&gt;But i simply detest walking around aimlessly in malls.&lt;br /&gt;Its simply just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i bought my Christmas outfit already &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;Its something i would use again and again.&lt;br /&gt;At least it wouldnt be rotting in the cupboard for years before being thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;I am one happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;I got 4 shirts yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jason yesterday, he shouted my name!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i was shocked. Pretty shocked, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went walking all around Tebrau City for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the part that i dont like, tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate in El Migos for lunch and Vivo for tea :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; as usual, Mummykins ordered her favourite Chocolate Volcano,&lt;br /&gt;It was very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0Ae3ow6tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Om4XX2Lnf6c/s1600-h/IMG0125A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0Ae3ow6tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Om4XX2Lnf6c/s320/IMG0125A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412482857500207826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate oozing out!&lt;br /&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy, i went to work today.&lt;br /&gt;Mummykins was being mad as usual :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was being a total whore.&lt;br /&gt;I took some pics today.&lt;br /&gt;(BIG SMILES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0AJmdYN4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/TodG-5WMJUo/s1600-h/IMG0171A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0AJmdYN4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/TodG-5WMJUo/s320/IMG0171A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412482492111796098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0AJOgbBjI/AAAAAAAAAME/14qkKT7FspI/s1600-h/IMG0165A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0AJOgbBjI/AAAAAAAAAME/14qkKT7FspI/s320/IMG0165A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412482485682112050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0AIw-fz7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/cD_oAYaFzkY/s1600-h/IMG0143A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0AIw-fz7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/cD_oAYaFzkY/s320/IMG0143A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412482477755191218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun at these few days at work!&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice, being able to help out and all :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; also for being able to hang around and laugh about with Godmum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i suddenly got a call from Jialin asking if i could go to school w her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i asked Mummykins and Godmum, and they allowed me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; so i did. I went to school eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Went to help out with the school Jogathon Banner.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch w Puan Doreen &amp;amp; Uncle Ben :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went straight to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;Worked right up till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, took my bath and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still recovering from post-shopping trauma.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people shopping yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for shopping again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i get a really really really nice gifts for my friends this year :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-5513849825860935311?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5513849825860935311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5513849825860935311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5513849825860935311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html' title='updates!'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sx0CoayNgNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Si9XTcBeEn8/s72-c/z196882327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7967859496094417390</id><published>2009-12-05T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:14:32.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas is drawing near!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sxp4uGwYsvI/AAAAAAAAALs/q-_O80UZQOE/s1600-h/05-12-09-09-59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sxp4uGwYsvI/AAAAAAAAALs/q-_O80UZQOE/s320/05-12-09-09-59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411770635721945842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 days to Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-7967859496094417390?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7967859496094417390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-is-drawing-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7967859496094417390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7967859496094417390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-is-drawing-near.html' title='xmas is drawing near!'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sxp4uGwYsvI/AAAAAAAAALs/q-_O80UZQOE/s72-c/05-12-09-09-59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3736949547708222872</id><published>2009-12-04T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:59:36.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work w / mummykins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxkVbL--6jI/AAAAAAAAALk/A-V_0B7CL-w/s1600-h/l_27486512112212db0d4d23cf0426902b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxkVbL--6jI/AAAAAAAAALk/A-V_0B7CL-w/s320/l_27486512112212db0d4d23cf0426902b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411379984079972914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello bloggie! Its a good day today :)&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUPER HAPPY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why, just happy!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because i kickstarted my day on the best note ever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i couldnt sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;So i called my piggy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about my WKU.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna sing to me when i get well!&lt;br /&gt;I shall get well ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, i went to work today w mummykins. I had loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;She's finally recovered from her illness, not fully though. :/&lt;br /&gt;At least she's talking and teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind it at all, as long as she's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Mummykins, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxkUekbAUOI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZNfg8HDyrKU/s1600-h/IMG0104A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxkUekbAUOI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZNfg8HDyrKU/s320/IMG0104A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411378942667935970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for being The Best Friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;No one can replace you!&lt;br /&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx&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/5634740176822327598-3736949547708222872?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3736949547708222872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-w-mummykins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3736949547708222872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3736949547708222872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-w-mummykins.html' title='work w / mummykins.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxkVbL--6jI/AAAAAAAAALk/A-V_0B7CL-w/s72-c/l_27486512112212db0d4d23cf0426902b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2964127528895243867</id><published>2009-12-02T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:56:29.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKST gathering :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey peeps, first and foremost, i'd like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to those who keep coming back for updates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our SKST gathering this year at F- Cube.&lt;br /&gt;Though there was a major problem today, we all had fun. (At least thats what i think)&lt;br /&gt;The food came in really late.&lt;br /&gt;There were some technical problems in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Zinc and Brian for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You know i love you both! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, one thing i feel happy about today is that i finally met my bestie after long months.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, i met Reutens.&lt;br /&gt;He's the bomb &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Reuts for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Brother(s) for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pissed with some attention seeking whore yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe you can backstab and act like nothing happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;Good job, you deserve an award for your good pretending.&lt;br /&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wish to talk about it any further. 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height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfFNQpozPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Zrwye8bUJs0/s320/IMG0055A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010308907519218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfFNCRPwpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CBQ-AGJlTI4/s1600-h/IMG0052A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfFNCRPwpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CBQ-AGJlTI4/s320/IMG0052A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010305047118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfFMQSB0-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/c3VecqsODnM/s1600-h/IMG0049A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfFMQSB0-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/c3VecqsODnM/s320/IMG0049A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010291628626914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfFMPA9rOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K3rUrpMZosM/s1600-h/IMG0048A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfFMPA9rOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K3rUrpMZosM/s320/IMG0048A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411010291288616162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(All the pictars were taken with my new phone!)&lt;br /&gt;It's called Orange, named by Carinn, Cheryl and Moi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxx&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/5634740176822327598-2964127528895243867?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2964127528895243867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/skst-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2964127528895243867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2964127528895243867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/skst-gathering.html' title='SKST gathering :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxfG5NjWfQI/AAAAAAAAALU/oPS4iTPplBM/s72-c/IMG0077A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5484822953317209225</id><published>2009-11-29T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:26:33.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday outing &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggie. Hey peeps, i've decided to blog about my birthday "party".&lt;br /&gt;Lool, it was just a small gathering with my darling friends! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that Hamsha and Geetha would be able to make it, but they couldnt due to some reasons. Well, i was really upset when they told me..&lt;br /&gt;But i knew that my other friends would make the day very very very memorable. I just wanted my her to be there. Anyway, i went there at about 1.15pm and waited there.&lt;br /&gt;I met Zinc, a super cute owner of F-Cube. Haha, he's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, i walked over to Plaza Pelangi to get new batteries for my camera and i got a box of mentos too :)&lt;br /&gt;I went back to F- Cube and sat there. Henwen was the first to arrive :)&lt;br /&gt;Then i was reading my book and being emo :P No idea why either.. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then Cheryl came. :D The three of us has a game of Uno :)&lt;br /&gt;Then Alton came.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jed and Yvonne came :D&lt;br /&gt;All of us were there and i was happy already. Smelly, Piggie, Boyfie and my two babes that i didnt see for a long time were there with me. Celebrating my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was plain awesome and i had shitloads of fun! The games we played there were just awesome. :) I love all of you &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwJXHkUQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fnYNPWC8Yec/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwJXHkUQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fnYNPWC8Yec/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410283464738230530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piggy, Smellyku and Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwIwgaSuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1tkiG4xnL8w/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwIwgaSuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1tkiG4xnL8w/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410283454373448418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moi and Yvonne Dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwIFKvNGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GbmOSL8NsZw/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwIFKvNGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GbmOSL8NsZw/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410283442739819618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyf and Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwHo-ZG_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/5K3AST-0mYU/s1600/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUYCM5ZErI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zoAXz4T66sY/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256953456267954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUYBnmfKTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-z4leQz12Ts/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUYBnmfKTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-z4leQz12Ts/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256943444863282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUYBCQlobI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6wXIuGHqD9A/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUYBCQlobI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6wXIuGHqD9A/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410256933420900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUYAjYJ95I/AAAAAAAAAHc/N99d9OLD_oY/s1600/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUWpGgEsGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S8zdNXe53hk/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255422731104354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUWo_LwmPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fcxo6c3T1Nc/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUWo_LwmPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fcxo6c3T1Nc/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255420766853362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUWoeeElmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ylsZhxDj92Q/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUWoeeElmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ylsZhxDj92Q/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255411985290850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUWn1UG7FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BoJCeWBsUoA/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUWn1UG7FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BoJCeWBsUoA/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410255400937647186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAD FUN! THANKS SAYANG(S) :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx&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/5634740176822327598-5484822953317209225?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5484822953317209225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-outing-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5484822953317209225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5484822953317209225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-outing-3.html' title='birthday outing &lt;3'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SxUwJXHkUQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fnYNPWC8Yec/s72-c/IMG_0728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-4855242809630132780</id><published>2009-11-26T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:43:18.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello? especially for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 219px;" src="http://i929.photobucket.com/albums/ad138/skidmarc_001/Untitled-1-1.jpg" alt="TrueQuote Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop being jealous, stop bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why are you being such a lowdown girl?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me if you cant stand my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, you're doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I EVER FUCKING BITCH ABOUT YOU FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so free.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just posting this because i know you will read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I know it.&lt;br /&gt;You love me.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just face it, come on.&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing bitching games.&lt;br /&gt;Not very nice, not very matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really this childish?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Because i &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; you wouldnt do this, but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna talk this out?&lt;br /&gt;Call me, text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bitch about me in front of my fucking face.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking spill the beans in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Talk it out.&lt;br /&gt;Dont be a backbitcher.&lt;br /&gt;Not good for you.&lt;br /&gt;No good, no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, so what?&lt;br /&gt;Can you do anything?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM OF SPEECH BABY.&lt;br /&gt;You have yours, i have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have an awesome life.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;So just live your life and let me live mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIR ENOUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-4855242809630132780?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4855242809630132780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-especially-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4855242809630132780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4855242809630132780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-especially-for-you.html' title='hello? especially for you.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-570450892297316783</id><published>2009-11-26T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:11:54.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sw53tWEL3CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bjrBK7kCwvw/s1600/z196882327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sw53tWEL3CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bjrBK7kCwvw/s320/z196882327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408391823419497506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sick of all these faces. All these doubts. I just wanna erase them all away. Shut the fuck up if you dont know whats happening. I just hate the way you think you know everything. I hate the way you always look for a way to pinpoint me whenever i do anything. Do you know anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i question myself, "Why the fuck do i ever have to bother about you?"&lt;br /&gt;You are nobody to me, you are of no fucking significance to me.&lt;br /&gt;So why the hell do you think i wanna bother about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no malice, no bad intentions. Dont keep thinking of the bad side of things. Dont plant evil seeds in your mind for no reason. There is nothing to keep me getting tortured by you. I can just kick you and push you aside. But, please.. Dont make me go that extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dont try me. Please, take this as i'm begging you. I can do things that you never even imagined in your whole entire life. I will make you suffer and i will make you beg me to stop. I will make you feel like dying, but i wont let you off so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you off on account that you and I shared a long friendship, but if this is what you want, this is what you will get. Please, dont make me unleash the evil person in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let this die off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess you want the other. So, if this fight carries on, i'll stand up for myself and you'll go crying to momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up, kiddo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-570450892297316783?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/570450892297316783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/tsk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/570450892297316783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/570450892297316783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sw53tWEL3CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bjrBK7kCwvw/s72-c/z196882327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5380437827245558649</id><published>2009-11-23T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:58:38.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes in life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwqivCmEBaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/al9lo1a5ITA/s1600/life-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwqivCmEBaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/al9lo1a5ITA/s320/life-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407313231645771170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to know something.&lt;br /&gt;Who controls life?&lt;br /&gt;Is it based of fate, is it based on luck, is it based on God's will, or is it based on our own doings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, look. I know i've changed. Alot. Yes, i do realise that.&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe the change in me is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be that stupid, naive and gullible girl I once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more crying, no more moaning.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be strong again.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be the current Sharlyn that i was, that i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the Sharlyn who conquered. The one who didnt give a damn to what other's are thinking. The one who knew exactly what she is doing. The one who had everything planned out perfectly. The one who lived a luxurious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to the old me. I'm gonna be happy, i am gonna throw this stupid emo Sharlyn away! :D But, do give me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-5380437827245558649?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5380437827245558649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5380437827245558649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5380437827245558649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes-in-life.html' title='changes in life?'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwqivCmEBaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/al9lo1a5ITA/s72-c/life-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8589897477597931856</id><published>2009-11-22T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:49:06.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwlAUU7olYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4sIF0mkfHKM/s1600/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwlAUU7olYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4sIF0mkfHKM/s320/confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406923545595385218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when people ask me "Are you okay?", i really dont know what to answer them. Do they expect me to say, "Yes, of course I am!" or do they expect me to say, "Oh no, i feel horrible. Can you kiss me better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just find it so ridiculous. Its so idiotic, dont you think? When you see me crying, dont ever come up to me and tell me to stop crying. Obviously, i started crying for a fucking reason. And you asking me to stop crying wouldnt make the situation any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, dont ask me if i'm okay. If i'm crying, obviously i'm not okay. Who in the right state of mind would cry when he/she is feeling okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats going on in a human's mind. It's just so scary to think that some people have bad thoughts in their mind. Some people who have a very decent face might impose bad thoughts on another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapists. Sickos, stop preying on innocent victims just to satisfy your fucking urges to have sex. Small innocent young kids, do they deserve to get tortured at such a young age?  Imagine the trauma, imagine the pain. Stop it please. I hate it when parents let their young kid roam and wander about on their own when they know jolly well that there are sickos lurking around just to attack these young sweet things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling angry with life. I dont feel like talking to anyone, not even bi. Dont know whats happening. I feel so frustrated with everything. It seems like everything is falling apart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My results, my social life, my life.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddening much, but its okay! I'll get up and start everything all over again. Sometimes i just sit on my bed and just reminisce on everything and anything that i've been through. I've been through all those tough times. I've been through all those sad times. I've been through so much. I dont even bring myself to believe that i actually managed to pull through all those moments i never knew i could move past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first break up : Never hurt as much as i did before, i was shattered. But i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;My UPSR results : The amount of pressure put on me, and yet i didnt manage to grab my straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;My longest cold war: Still not talking to someone i'm particularly fond of, still hoping to break the ice. Dont know if that'll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;My PMR results: Shit happens, parents scolded. Felt like ending it all.&lt;br /&gt;First failure in school: Mutilated my hand, but i pulled through it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shit happens, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embrace life as it is. Accept people as they are. Fuck life when it gets bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;Cos that's the way to move on in life.&lt;br /&gt;People come and go, and most of them come back again to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends arent necessarily your true friends.&lt;br /&gt;Make your true friends your good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know for sure that they'll have your back no matter the future brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those you gossip to you will gossip about you.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your back cos no one is trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stay happy and be glad with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else that can make you happy.&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/5634740176822327598-8589897477597931856?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8589897477597931856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/say-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8589897477597931856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8589897477597931856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/say-what.html' title='say what?'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwlAUU7olYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4sIF0mkfHKM/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-240757030971452056</id><published>2009-11-20T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:55:24.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl's day out at an awesome place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwaADCg26oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tHrrpv1tkXo/s1600/people_dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwaADCg26oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tHrrpv1tkXo/s320/people_dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406149192407509634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome day today. I was out for a very long time. I had fun. Some fun that i havent felt in a long long long time. I hardly even feel happy nowadays. I feel so fucked up being at home. I just hate being caged up. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, about yesterday.. We went straight from school :) Daddy and Uncle Siau sent the 10 of us there. We reached there and daddy came down just to tell Brian not to allow anyone disturb us.&lt;br /&gt;And so he left. We were all there already, those who were in my car, (Hui Yee, Subha, Hamsha, Lee Yue and moi). But we lied to those who were in Siau's car (Geetha, Chang Yih, Joanna, Jialin, Michelle) that we were caught in a traffic jam. So they took their own sweet time to come up to F-Cube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who hasnt been there, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT! Its like the best place i've been ever! BUT! you have to go there with only friends :) It was crazy fun, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;We played all sorts of board games there, and all the people working there are super dee duper awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Plaza Pelangi after playing in F-Cube! We walked all over the place. And we decided to skip school the next day :P I saw my &lt;a href="http://blurqueen-nevell.blogspot.com/"&gt;@nenebitch&lt;/a&gt; working in the Sony place in Pelangi. I was so elated to see her! I miss her a whole bunch. I love that boob to bits :) I even kissed her yesterday! Heee &lt;3 href="http://cojoyhy.blogspot.com/"&gt;@Hui Yee's aunt! Thanks both :) I had an awesome day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I had so darn much fun yesterday. We certainly should have more outings.&lt;br /&gt;Blerh, as if my parents would allow. Wtfml :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the shitty pics of me! (All pic credit goes to the birthday girl- Geetha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadmeYgO2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PSJTo97PEV4/s1600/pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadmeYgO2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PSJTo97PEV4/s320/pic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181687021288290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadmPjNK4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/VhMR8d6_VFg/s1600/pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadmPjNK4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/VhMR8d6_VFg/s320/pic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181683039644546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadmCSvXcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g-7j0y4a_W8/s1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadmCSvXcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g-7j0y4a_W8/s320/pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181679480921538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadlqX5cnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ArRd_Senk9o/s1600/group+pic%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwadlqX5cnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ArRd_Senk9o/s320/group+pic%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181673060102770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae88bRxdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9zLMKAuika8/s1600/DSC06853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae88bRxdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9zLMKAuika8/s320/DSC06853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406183172554737106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae8e2FsSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XnzxCqEZan0/s1600/DSC06864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae8e2FsSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XnzxCqEZan0/s320/DSC06864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406183164614127906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae8E--rQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bsQQQcPq95E/s1600/DSC06862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae8E--rQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bsQQQcPq95E/s320/DSC06862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406183157672094978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae7-hLocI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F9tDerCDH4M/s1600/DSC06857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Swae7-hLocI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F9tDerCDH4M/s320/DSC06857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406183155936502210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwaeC3Rkm0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/M3YxoD1kikY/s1600/pic+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwaeC3Rkm0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/M3YxoD1kikY/s320/pic+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406182174739438402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwaeCia1IYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zB_D6dZvD4w/s1600/pic+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwaeCia1IYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zB_D6dZvD4w/s320/pic+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406182169141125506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sorry for the really messy pictar&lt;br /&gt;arrangement :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm too lazy to rearrange it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-240757030971452056?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/240757030971452056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-day-out-at-awesome-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/240757030971452056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/240757030971452056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-day-out-at-awesome-place.html' title='girl&apos;s day out at an awesome place!'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwaADCg26oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tHrrpv1tkXo/s72-c/people_dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3985673346524440905</id><published>2009-11-16T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:14:12.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtfml!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwH4lZuTbII/AAAAAAAAAEg/-OyxKk5nGck/s1600/fmylife.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwH4lZuTbII/AAAAAAAAAEg/-OyxKk5nGck/s320/fmylife.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404874349265251458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm tired. I'm grumpy, i'm lonely, i'm feeling so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Answer: Because i'm deprived from sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;THEN WHY AM I NOT SLEEPING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Answer: Because i cant! Daddy said i cant sleep if i wanted him to on the laptop for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WHY CANT I ON IT MYSELF LATER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Because i dont know the fucking password to this laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, life's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:280%;" &gt;WTFML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&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/5634740176822327598-3985673346524440905?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3985673346524440905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/wtfml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3985673346524440905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3985673346524440905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/wtfml.html' title='wtfml!'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwH4lZuTbII/AAAAAAAAAEg/-OyxKk5nGck/s72-c/fmylife.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8486708261149979896</id><published>2009-11-16T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:58:06.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to: baby &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwFOVxKZICI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4zEAsLYpsZY/s1600/tumblr_kqf43hGR8f1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwFOVxKZICI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4zEAsLYpsZY/s320/tumblr_kqf43hGR8f1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404687163702452258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, life would be incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there wouldnt have been smiles and laughter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, the skies would still be gloom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby.&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/5634740176822327598-8486708261149979896?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8486708261149979896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-baby-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8486708261149979896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8486708261149979896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-baby-3.html' title='to: baby &lt;3'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwFOVxKZICI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4zEAsLYpsZY/s72-c/tumblr_kqf43hGR8f1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-9070100005446410820</id><published>2009-11-14T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:05:09.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uneventful vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwFN-zQHHfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wnClMkrtwqE/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwFN-zQHHfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wnClMkrtwqE/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404686769126317554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm currently in Desaru and today's function doesnt seem to be very interesting. No interesting people here, whatsoever. No fun.  :( I'm waiting to go home soon tomorrow. We ate really shitty food for dinner today. I wanna eat! I am one hungry girl now :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm munching on junk food now! Oh no.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm lying down in the room and i dont really like it here. Its kinda lousy here, the rooms are newly furnished BUT it aint ready yet. The cupboard doors are all torn apart, the beds havent arrived yet (so now we are sleeping on the mattress on the floor), but thank God for the internet connection although its so shitty! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Desaru today, daddy made me cry and i will never forget what he told me. My heart broke into a million pieces as he said those things. Well, what can i do? What he said was true, so who am i to talk back to him? I didnt know that daddy would have that kind of thinking in his mind. He shouldnt have. Its just not right. We're his children. Ah well, what can i do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what shall i talk about today? I think i wanna talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;parents &lt;/span&gt;today. Since i know that my best friend aint having a good day either due to his parents too, so i shall talk about parents. Or maybe next time. I'm way too tired. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-9070100005446410820?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9070100005446410820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/uneventful-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/9070100005446410820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/9070100005446410820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/uneventful-vacation.html' title='uneventful vacation.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SwFN-zQHHfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wnClMkrtwqE/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7569220296442888940</id><published>2009-11-13T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:32:32.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sv1utcFX0XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tlZR9MZZw9s/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sv1utcFX0XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tlZR9MZZw9s/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403596854826357106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, i feel happy. I dont know why, but i just feel really really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today i got my birthday gift from Smellyku! Aww, thanks bestie ;)&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to baby today. I'm one happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i also clarified things with Erica.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God its over.&lt;br /&gt;Its all over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-7569220296442888940?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7569220296442888940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7569220296442888940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7569220296442888940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/joy.html' title='joy?'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sv1utcFX0XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tlZR9MZZw9s/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5550595355678044470</id><published>2009-11-12T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:43:19.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happyhappyjoyjoy(!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sv1iZ3KYHxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DmIjPiit-bw/s1600-h/shadowjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sv1iZ3KYHxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DmIjPiit-bw/s320/shadowjump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403583324358188818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with mummykins and we went wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyaaaaaaa x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-5550595355678044470?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5550595355678044470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5550595355678044470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5550595355678044470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/test.html' title='happyhappyjoyjoy(!)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Sv1iZ3KYHxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DmIjPiit-bw/s72-c/shadowjump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2230315615881211550</id><published>2009-11-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:27:54.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day gone good :)</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm gonna rot at home again :) I really hope to go out with baby soon! The sooner the better. Plus, i've gotta plan my tuition schedules for next year. Mehehe :]&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaking out now, we are going to be in Form Five in two months. Wowwwwww, awesome shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editted/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was wrong about being bored today! Well, at first i was really really really really bored, but then things got better later on in the day. I was supposed to go for badminton with sherry dear, but it started raining like shit and! i was so depressed :( I couldnt make it yesterday due to some maternal problems. But thank God, Sherry was understanding &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna spend and rot yet another day alone at home. No laughter, no smiles. Just painful silence. Or so i thought ;)&lt;br /&gt;I had a call from Sherry Dear and, she asked if she could come over! Whoo, finally someone's talking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in less than 10 minutes, she was at my doorstep. :) Oh, how i love her company! We did loads of stuff and she bought me so many stuff as my birthday gift! I love that bitch &lt;3 And we were playing the jentik-jentik game. We were practically laughing our heads off the whole time! Hahahaha, i'll let all the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But first, take these following precautions.&lt;br /&gt;1) Make sure that you breathe at a regular phase.&lt;br /&gt;2) Make sure that you warn everyone around you to wear ear-plugs.&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not laugh too loud, lest you disturb your neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;4) Make sure that you're not drinking any liquid or eating any food.&lt;br /&gt;5) Do not supress any feelings, let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;P/S: If you need to destress, continue scrolling down to look at retards camwhoring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvrRBYkB1QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/clzkVvwSllc/s1600-h/111120091420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvrOzWUiFhI/AAAAAAAAABg/4uy-oGkq2-s/s320/111120091465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402858084544681490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvrN-bQXNDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g1XGeHi4WW4/s1600-h/111120091413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvrN-bQXNDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g1XGeHi4WW4/s320/111120091413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402857175336301618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats all for today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx&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/5634740176822327598-2230315615881211550?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2230315615881211550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-day-gone-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2230315615881211550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2230315615881211550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-day-gone-good.html' title='bad day gone good :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvrRBYkB1QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/clzkVvwSllc/s72-c/111120091420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8243726467642036988</id><published>2009-11-10T02:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:12:34.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take your hands off my girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvmCz6ZeFrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/55eULryuTyk/s1600-h/m199553610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvmCz6ZeFrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/55eULryuTyk/s320/m199553610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402493056368645810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today marks the end of my Form Four life. Well, not officially but technically, my Form Four life is over. No more Form Four subjects in my syllabus until the beginning of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how ironic human minds are? First we complain when we have exams;&lt;br /&gt;and now that they're over, we complain that we have nothing to do. Well, at least thats the case for me. It's really really annoying to stay at home doing practically nothing other than staring at the bloody wall where geckos fill their empty stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some lucky bitches who are out partying their lives away, i am stuck at home. Pathetic, no? &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;. I know that they care a whole lot for my safety, but at the rate of protectivity they have over me, i can clearly say that i'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only they deprive me from my cybertime, they too, make up a full load of lies. Well, i could take it no more just now. I just cried. I feel much better now, after letting it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm skipping school tomorrow! Finally, after so long, i can sleep in longer without worrying about my books. Gosh, i so wish to burn them all into ashes and just let it fly with the wind. How i wish.. But i still need it for another year. Just one more year in high school and it'll all be over, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that college life is the best time of their life, but some say that college is no different from high school. I really hope that i can enjoy my college life just the way it should be. Now i'm feeling so caged up. I really have no freedom, and i refuse to retaliate to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What am i to do? I AM GOING INTO SEVERE DEPRESSION! Help me someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-8243726467642036988?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8243726467642036988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-your-hands-off-my-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8243726467642036988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8243726467642036988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-your-hands-off-my-girl.html' title='take your hands off my girl.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/SvmCz6ZeFrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/55eULryuTyk/s72-c/m199553610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5429897467070913551</id><published>2009-11-10T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:29:52.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A start of something new :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;New blog, new life :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog frequently.&lt;br /&gt;My old blog is still there for my personal purposes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving my past behind and starting afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&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/5634740176822327598-5429897467070913551?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5429897467070913551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/start-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5429897467070913551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5429897467070913551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/start-of-something-new.html' title='A start of something new :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5826959782922182448</id><published>2009-09-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it started with a smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SrYwe4U9dZI/AAAAAAAABI8/FnLV8kOfbP4/s1600-h/026-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SrYwe4U9dZI/AAAAAAAABI8/FnLV8kOfbP4/s320/026-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383543711642514834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously has been zonkyears since i blogged!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, why havent anyone complained to me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i shall just post up a short post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in my cousin's house and i love it here because i'm totally left alone with no one disturbing me. :) - Despite the fact that its freakin' hot now.. I still love it here. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my cousin's lappie, thanks bab! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what i have been doing for the past two weeks, i did the same today. From morning to night, night to morning and back again. The cycle that never ends. The one thing that doesnt make me sick. What is it- you may think? Well, let me enlighten you...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TEXTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant get enough of texting. It makes me feel happy, especially texting you :) Heh. I cant wait for our first outing :) Hopefully it does happen! And bi, you know what? You're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And i know i am too! Thanks alot for being so funny ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i might be deleting my previous blog posts. :) I'm going to start anew and leave the past. If that is even possible, i wonder.. But i will try my best to do so. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free from this misery shell! I will get through this, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was talking to Erica on webcam today, and it was totally hilarious. She just made me realise that whenever i type the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha,&lt;/span&gt; I dont actually laugh in real person. So, we made it a point that we laugh whenever we type &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. We were practically laughing alot and it most obviously made my boring day better. :) Oh yes, she busted me out. She found out about us.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was just a matter of time. Its not like we've got anything to hide right, bi? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently speaking to Sherry on webcam, and she's so freaking cute! How i wish i could pinch her chubby cheeks :) I wanna see your pics, darling! Her highlights arent even visible to me, cause of the lighting. And her nails are freaking nice! :) Good lord, i miss you sherry! :D&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon and drop by at my house! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for Hari Raya visiting today and i had loads of fun! I was texting throughout the whole day. Bi, you make me smile! And you stole something away from me. &gt;:( Hahahahah! Talk to you later. I love getting your calls. See you soon ;) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-5826959782922182448?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5826959782922182448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-started-with-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5826959782922182448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5826959782922182448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-started-with-smile.html' title='it started with a smile.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SrYwe4U9dZI/AAAAAAAABI8/FnLV8kOfbP4/s72-c/026-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2719756755086272541</id><published>2009-09-16T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i, both know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SrCbP9CIqmI/AAAAAAAABI0/QbuShZp5gqo/s1600-h/lettherainfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SrCbP9CIqmI/AAAAAAAABI0/QbuShZp5gqo/s320/lettherainfall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381972253091605090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even when the rain pours down on you, just paste that smile on your face and things will get better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey bloggie. &lt;div&gt;Just a short post today, cos i feel like blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You've gotta sieze the moment when you feel the time is right."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the catch to this quote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does have a hidden meaning to it, that many of us many not see nor understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like how our internal organs function every minute and second of the day, and yet, we cant feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its happening in our daily lives and yet we're unaware of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its scary when you think of it, that all these quotes can relate to you in one way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on a totally different note.. I have another thing to talk about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been on a quest, trying to get opinions of people on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna know how many people actually knows me, truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, i am rather pleased with their response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked only my close buddies and of course, Bi. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Smelly, Hamsha, Mr. Cute Cameraman, Aaron Roa, Bi, Sherry, Erica, and Hephzibah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told me mostly nice things and they also told me my bad points. I'm glad they did point them out, so that i can work on being a better person. I dont think i wanna moan and just blame other people for whats happening around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that incident of which one of my loved one actually did nasty things to me, i learnt to be stronger and I know that i'll have to face this kind of heartbreaks soon, in the near future. So i wanna just construct and make myself a wee bit stronger to face the outside world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Bi : Thanks for being there when i needed a friend. I dont care whats going to happen in the future, but i just wanna tell you that i really cherish you :) You make me smile. You are really really adorable and funny. Thanks bi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-2719756755086272541?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2719756755086272541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-and-i-both-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2719756755086272541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2719756755086272541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-and-i-both-know.html' title='you and i, both know.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SrCbP9CIqmI/AAAAAAAABI0/QbuShZp5gqo/s72-c/lettherainfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-4350093048665346274</id><published>2009-09-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what about now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Squz4OqEniI/AAAAAAAABIs/Zg69uW05gwk/s1600-h/Black-and-White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Squz4OqEniI/AAAAAAAABIs/Zg69uW05gwk/s320/Black-and-White.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380591958412795426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its a mad world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday, i just think of what i wanna get in return from the whole day ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i realize not all wishes will come through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then again, positive thoughts will make you feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, what has been happening in &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; life lately?&lt;/div&gt;I have been having a bad phase, but i've got over it.&lt;div&gt;I'm moving on and making lots of progress. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i went to church and i was really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have promised Bi to be happy always, and so i will (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Ryan today in church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally managed to speak to him and hug him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i've been texting you so often that you're currently embedded in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i cant get you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a friend, a good friend, and a very very good listener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love talking to you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a bunch for making me change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been telling daddy about my birthday bash, and daddy said that he'll think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that means, there is a 50% probability that he'll say &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall just think and dream of the good things that will happen in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going out with Shereena tomorrow to get her make up kit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, a hang out with someone i can laugh with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope things turn out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be asleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 15 minutes behind time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i should stop here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post something random the next time round. :)&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/5634740176822327598-4350093048665346274?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4350093048665346274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-what-about-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4350093048665346274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4350093048665346274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-what-about-now.html' title='so what about now?'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Squz4OqEniI/AAAAAAAABIs/Zg69uW05gwk/s72-c/Black-and-White.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-9161631995112520161</id><published>2009-09-11T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh i've been leaving my blog here to rot :(&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things have been happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog a bombastically long post soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear to be happy forever. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised to be a good girl, and i will stick to my promise. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-9161631995112520161?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9161631995112520161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-ive-been-leaving-my-blog-here-to-rot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/9161631995112520161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/9161631995112520161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-ive-been-leaving-my-blog-here-to-rot.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-6523837785311033849</id><published>2009-09-04T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind closed doors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SqDIRnibO-I/AAAAAAAABIk/PiyVN8EF5hU/s1600-h/motocross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SqDIRnibO-I/AAAAAAAABIk/PiyVN8EF5hU/s320/motocross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377518160077077474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One final sweet kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closed book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closed love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closed kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behind closed doors, you'd never know whats happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-6523837785311033849?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6523837785311033849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/behind-closed-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6523837785311033849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6523837785311033849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/behind-closed-doors.html' title='behind closed doors.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SqDIRnibO-I/AAAAAAAABIk/PiyVN8EF5hU/s72-c/motocross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2163732236299162920</id><published>2009-08-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love for you is true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Spff3NZa5HI/AAAAAAAABHM/zC_S4rb7Z8U/s320/sillylove-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375010819872056434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 62px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You know very well how much i adore you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The words that you whisper over the phone, sends blood gushing to my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Your words make me all warm and fuzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Your face makes me feel like dancing around like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpfhVUIWjRI/AAAAAAAABHU/7CCcf24DXYo/s320/chemistry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You know sometimes i think of you in the middle of the night, wondering how well are you sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Wondering what's going through your mind as you're sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Wondering how nice it would be if you could be here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpfpsuImxmI/AAAAAAAABHs/dLe2NRjZtUE/s320/Picture1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpfptmOsO5I/AAAAAAAABH8/-SqSqsPD_Dk/s1600-h/quote-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 74px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpfptmOsO5I/AAAAAAAABH8/-SqSqsPD_Dk/s320/quote-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375021649855527826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpfptAqc5RI/AAAAAAAABH0/rnfUmiuHvSE/s1600-h/quote-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 61px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpfptAqc5RI/AAAAAAAABH0/rnfUmiuHvSE/s320/quote-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375021639771415826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do think that you are the only one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me smile, you make me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me wait, and you also make me die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have the abilities to reveal the real me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have the keys to unlock everything trapped within me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Spfzyp2jmeI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZlnfWurjq70/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375032731843664354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 140px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the missing one inside my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unbreak my heart and tell me you'll love me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-2163732236299162920?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2163732236299162920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-love-for-you-is-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2163732236299162920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2163732236299162920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-love-for-you-is-true.html' title='my love for you is true.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Spff3NZa5HI/AAAAAAAABHM/zC_S4rb7Z8U/s72-c/sillylove-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-710539633176133499</id><published>2009-08-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpYENIALKbI/AAAAAAAABHE/huvs7GwVMuM/s1600-h/Minilove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpYENIALKbI/AAAAAAAABHE/huvs7GwVMuM/s320/Minilove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374487828846291378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, you love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Till death do us part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, some times, i feel that love is way too overrated. - but then again, some things in life makes me think again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you see your loved ones crying, and you have to other alternative but to just watch and see them pour their hearts out, you just feel so ridiculed cause you have no means to do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you hear your boyfriend talk to his mum rudely, and make her cry because of his behaviour, you feel so useless.. You cant even take your boyf into proper disciplinary attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you see your parents quarrelling over small trivial matters, you feel like telling them to let things lying down.. But you know that no matter what you do, they wouldnt stop until they compromise to get the results they both wanna achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes when you hear your best friend bitch behind your back, spreading false rumours and trying to make you live in hell , you just feel like confronting them to ask them to shut the fuck up. But you dont.. Because they are your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to deal with a bitch, you have to be a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if people call you bitchy, say thank you to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you're taking things in life correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So fuck off.&lt;/b&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/5634740176822327598-710539633176133499?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/710539633176133499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/710539633176133499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/710539633176133499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpYENIALKbI/AAAAAAAABHE/huvs7GwVMuM/s72-c/Minilove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-6245305665293752129</id><published>2009-08-26T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpTfKx3wpJI/AAAAAAAABG8/E2kpvXncGe8/s320/Heart3713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374165631638742162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love you, Sharlyn."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today i recieved a call in the morning. I was really angry cos' it really did interrupt my beauty sleep. I answered and groaned. I didnt bother to even look at who was calling. I thought it was some kind of a prank call or something. So i just kept quiet, thinking that it'd be their loss if they just keep quiet. They'll be wasting their credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i was just waiting there, quietly. I was almost about to hang up, and that was when i realised it was baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called out, "Baby?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He replied, "Good morning, sweetheart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "Why arent you talking? You're wasting your credit, yknow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He then replied, "Its okay. I just wanted to tell you that i love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;There was a fair while of silence over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes sprung wide open, and then i finally said, " I love you too, baby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To baby : Thanks so much for the suprise call. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You know i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Food for thought : How well do you really know me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-6245305665293752129?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6245305665293752129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6245305665293752129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6245305665293752129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-make-me-smile.html' title='you make me smile'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpTfKx3wpJI/AAAAAAAABG8/E2kpvXncGe8/s72-c/Heart3713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-9038320714395729810</id><published>2009-08-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking marathon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpPyLwoImGI/AAAAAAAABG0/r0wVO13gdGg/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpPyLwoImGI/AAAAAAAABG0/r0wVO13gdGg/s320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373905064228853858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoke to Smelly and Piggy today. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoke to Brandon today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoke to Tommy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoke to Kiddo today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoke to Dave Bestie today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, maybe i will put up my links again ; but it'll only be for those who request to be put up. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. I dont know what to talk about today. Maybe another random question for my food for thought section. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Food for thought : How do you pretend as though you dont care, when deep inside i know you're tearing apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-9038320714395729810?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9038320714395729810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/speaking-marathon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/9038320714395729810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/9038320714395729810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/speaking-marathon.html' title='speaking marathon.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpPyLwoImGI/AAAAAAAABG0/r0wVO13gdGg/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-780025541500816556</id><published>2009-08-24T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Tagged by Nenebitch (Nevell) &amp; Cheryl :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpKztqK0uwI/AAAAAAAABGs/G4Y0Rw-zxMM/s1600-h/outloveisperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpKztqK0uwI/AAAAAAAABGs/G4Y0Rw-zxMM/s320/outloveisperfect.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373554902401596162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You and I collide.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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(85, 85, 85);   font-weight: normal; font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, here's what you're supposed to do, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(170, 170, 170); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;please do not spoil the fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Copy and paste this into your notes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;delete my answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, type in your answers and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tag 20 of your friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to answer this. Then see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Thankfully, all the guys i've met are good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Not so much of smart, i would like him to be witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I dont mind, but preferrably elder. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: He has to have a fair amount of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  I dont really mind, but he must'nt be very gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Obviously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: That'll be rather hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: It'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Who am i to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: It dont matter if you're black or white - quoted by Michael Jackson. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I dont mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. Plastic or metal? * cute or pretty ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Yes ! I have the tendency to smell my partner alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: A big no-no. I'm asthmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Not a problem, as long as he isnt those abusive drunk alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I wouldnt mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: That'll be a plus point. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Guitar, so he could sing love songs to me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Not necessarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: This might be rather important. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. Vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: As long as he isnt extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. With braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: That'll be cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: It has its pros and cons, actually. People might find him arrogant, and if he's not shy, he might flirt w other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Rebels are hot. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;29. Tight or bomb? * hot or sexy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  Hot and sexy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Again, this would be a plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;33. Earings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: One or two would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Yes, i go weak at the sight of dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Maybe, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: That would be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;38. Playful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Yes, to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: If its with me, then i'll allow it. Haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Yes, as i am one myself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;41. Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: At times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Depends on my love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;43. Painter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;44. Religious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Yes. I love God, and so must he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: For the fun of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Plus point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;49. good kisser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Yes, romance grows only after the first kiss imparted on the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;50. emotional or cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: A little bit of both. :)&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/5634740176822327598-780025541500816556?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/780025541500816556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-nenebitch-nevell-cheryl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/780025541500816556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/780025541500816556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-nenebitch-nevell-cheryl.html' title='- Tagged by Nenebitch (Nevell) &amp;amp; Cheryl :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpKztqK0uwI/AAAAAAAABGs/G4Y0Rw-zxMM/s72-c/outloveisperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5124552234842871220</id><published>2009-08-24T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you even know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpKm7LXaoaI/AAAAAAAABGk/n8JFAZeajK4/s1600-h/illustration21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpKm7LXaoaI/AAAAAAAABGk/n8JFAZeajK4/s320/illustration21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373540840999920034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Although we're physically different, our hearts longs for the same thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Nothing can come between the affair of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt; heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey, it rather late now and i should be tucked up in my bed but i decided to retaliate today.&lt;div&gt;I just had to blog today, heck to the risks that i might get caught red handed in doing something bad today. I really have no other alternative but to stay up and secretly use the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to blog properly earlier this afternoon, but something cropped up. Not complaining or anything. In fact, i was rather happy that "that thing" actually happened. (: Thank you, Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, please dont let your imagination run to places where it shouldnt be at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as i told Erica today in the car on the way back from tuition.. I spoke to many many people in just a short term of 24 hours. I'm rather shaken up upon recieving that bad news from my godbro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, its not that i wanna force him to get treatment, but as much as i wanna make him happy, i feel that he has to at least try to do something about it. It might have a salvation to this problem. This aint the first time i'm hearing this kinda situations. I have many friends who survived cancer. They're no different from the others. Please do something, gor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke to Ben yesterday night as well. I must admit that it was a really emotional heart-to-heart talk that we had. It was so personal that i couldnt take the intensity in our words. Its rather obvious that we regret that we actually made history. But nevertheless, we're great friends as i am with all my other histories. Whats the use or benefit if i make your life miserable? Wouldnt that berate my self-dignity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke to Brandon too, and i finally clarified everything that i have been wanting to do so for a long long time already. Thank you, baby. Thanks for not letting us go. We'll hold on to our love and not let go so easily. :) 7 months and 2 days, and still counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke to Mr Smelly and i had a great laugh today. He was showing me some bloody hilarious Youtube video and i nearly died. It was fun to webcam with Mr Smarty Smelly. :) Hehe, thanks for making my day to happy today, Mr Smelly :) Lol, i shall belanja you sweets this Friday. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sweet would you like? (: Drop me a tag in my tagboard so i can buy it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deleted all my links because i have been so damn agitated with the fact that people change their links so easily and that adds yet another thing to my To-Do list. I've had enough of changing of links. :) I shall use the benefit of other people's links to divert to another's blog. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who'd think that i'd be so confused because of what you said? Its just so irritating to see you flirt with so many other guys. Its disgusting and it really makes me wanna puke. I dont know what to do with you. Perhaps, im really at my wits end. Please tell me what would you like me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food for thought : Do you know how i really feel?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5634740176822327598-5124552234842871220?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5124552234842871220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-even-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5124552234842871220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5124552234842871220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-even-know.html' title='do you even know?'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpKm7LXaoaI/AAAAAAAABGk/n8JFAZeajK4/s72-c/illustration21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1230472560968125404</id><published>2009-08-24T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpJIysVpV4I/AAAAAAAABGc/CzNm6ZyzZaI/s1600-h/RIMUP%2BPERSADA%2B09%2B(%2Bpart%2B2%2B)%2B341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpJIysVpV4I/AAAAAAAABGc/CzNm6ZyzZaI/s320/RIMUP%2BPERSADA%2B09%2B(%2Bpart%2B2%2B)%2B341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373437341139031938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-1230472560968125404?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1230472560968125404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-this-picture-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1230472560968125404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1230472560968125404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-this-picture-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpJIysVpV4I/AAAAAAAABGc/CzNm6ZyzZaI/s72-c/RIMUP%2BPERSADA%2B09%2B(%2Bpart%2B2%2B)%2B341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1721881750871997699</id><published>2009-08-22T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpCZlLiYx-I/AAAAAAAABGU/DAduSyIuXjA/s1600-h/Robots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpCZlLiYx-I/AAAAAAAABGU/DAduSyIuXjA/s320/Robots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372963219484231650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So i have a few things embedded in my mind now and i really have to get it out or i'll turn go berserk. &lt;div&gt;Well, its just complicated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was our 7th month anniversary together, and things dont feel the same anymore. I feel like everything is changing and we have changed as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could say that i'm getting more matured by the day and you are getting busier and busier by the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand how popular and busy you are, and i can understand your situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's a very special day for my brother. Happy 21st birthday, bro. I love you. Have fun in Langkawi. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, last year was my PAG camp and i'm missing it so much. I remember vividly on this day last year, i was crying like crazy upon recieving a call saying that my brother got admitted into the hospital. I was shocked that my beloved brother was in operation, but thank God everything went well. Thank you, Lord Jesus. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"I like a boy but he aint single, what shall i do? Hah hah hah." - a confused girl with brains stucked up her anus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-1721881750871997699?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1721881750871997699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/incomplete-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1721881750871997699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1721881750871997699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/incomplete-x.html' title='incomplete x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SpCZlLiYx-I/AAAAAAAABGU/DAduSyIuXjA/s72-c/Robots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-555385151617333310</id><published>2009-08-19T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new baby boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SouwVEwps0I/AAAAAAAABGM/8g-3XkuhuH4/s1600-h/RIMUP%2BPERSADA%2B09%2B(%2Bpart%2B2%2B)%2B222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SouwVEwps0I/AAAAAAAABGM/8g-3XkuhuH4/s320/RIMUP%2BPERSADA%2B09%2B(%2Bpart%2B2%2B)%2B222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371580856670991170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new boyfriend (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That boy is one lucky adorable boy. I really think he's the cutest toddler i've ever met in my entire life ! He is cute and jovial. Gosh, that heart-throb ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anyway, thanks Qayyum for the pictures. :) Hugs !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/5634740176822327598-555385151617333310?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/555385151617333310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-baby-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/555385151617333310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/555385151617333310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-baby-boyfriend.html' title='my new baby boyfriend.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SouwVEwps0I/AAAAAAAABGM/8g-3XkuhuH4/s72-c/RIMUP%2BPERSADA%2B09%2B(%2Bpart%2B2%2B)%2B222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2540730634660951285</id><published>2009-08-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post (!)</title><content type='html'>Hello again, i'm here to update a little bit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been really really busy for the past couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was busy to the extent that i was about to collapse and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm just glad that the function is over, and i'm proud to say that almost all of them enjoyed our performance. I was dead beat and i still am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, did i tell you all that i fell down again? This time its a grazed knee. Nothing big but it gave me a little complication during choir. Puan Tan is actually really nice. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i gotta go for now, might come back a wee bit later. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-2540730634660951285?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2540730634660951285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2540730634660951285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2540730634660951285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-post.html' title='short post (!)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8414463828705718649</id><published>2009-08-13T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, well obviously.. I did not keep to my word, as said in the previous post. I just cant keep my hand off the laptop. &lt;div&gt;And it's heart-wrenching to watch my &lt;i&gt;once-so-lively&lt;/i&gt; blog just die off like that. This isnt gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things happened in the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed, i screamed, i pranced about, i cried, i shrieked, i feared, i frowned, i covered my face, i embarrassed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i am still the same. After all that has been said and done, I am still me. I am still Sharlyn J. Edmund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will update really soon, right after changing my blogskin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-8414463828705718649?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8414463828705718649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-peeps-well-obviously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8414463828705718649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8414463828705718649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-peeps-well-obviously.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5270074698232384567</id><published>2009-07-31T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SnKamTYgujI/AAAAAAAABF4/6eNq8Me6SIU/s1600-h/m99106058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 64px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SnKamTYgujI/AAAAAAAABF4/6eNq8Me6SIU/s320/m99106058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364520088980470322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey peeps, I will be on a super long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;No updates until my finals are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again, please do take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-5270074698232384567?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5270074698232384567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-peeps-i-will-be-on-super-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5270074698232384567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5270074698232384567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-peeps-i-will-be-on-super-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SnKamTYgujI/AAAAAAAABF4/6eNq8Me6SIU/s72-c/m99106058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-4256690608194122487</id><published>2009-07-24T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/USERAC%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=598396816" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=98558216055&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d421fdc42aea425ef92c4518e632bb73&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Sharlyn J. Edmund&lt;/a&gt;, Your Life Path Number is &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/life_path/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=98558216055&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d421fdc42aea425ef92c4518e632bb73&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This based on below calculation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birth Date: 01-11-1993&lt;br /&gt;0+1+1+1+1+9+9+3=25=2+5=7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the analysis of life path number &lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 7 suggests that you entered this plane with a gift for investigation, analysis, and keen observation. You are a thinker of the first order. You evaluate situations very quickly, and with amazing accuracy. As a result, you are thorough and complete in your work, the perfectionist who expects everyone else to meet a high standard of performance, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Life Path 7 person is a peaceful and affectionate soul. But you guard your connection to people carefully. It´s easy for you to detect deception and recognize insincere people, and you avoid them. You aren´t one to have a wide circle of friends, but once you accept someone as a friend, it´s for life. It´s as if you must get to know someone a lot better before you allow the wall surrounding you to be penetrated. Chances are you are a very charming and refined individual with great poise and a quick wit. Nonetheless, there is an exclusiveness about you. You probably aren´t a very social person. Your reserve is often taken to be aloofness, but actually, it´s not that at all. It is merely a cover up for your basic feeling of insecurity. There´s no rush, It takes time for you to warm up to new friends. Clubs and organizations hold little interest for you; you are not a joiner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-4256690608194122487?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4256690608194122487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-sharlyn-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4256690608194122487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4256690608194122487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-sharlyn-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8755904022010230222</id><published>2009-07-23T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, i apologize for the really really long hiatus. I've been very busy with school, and tuitions. Life in Form Four is truly hectic. And still, dare they say that Form Four is a honeymoon year, what utter nonsense that doesnt make sense at all. If i were to compare and make a choice of which high school year was the most laid back, i would surely say that it was Form Three. Don't you all agree ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school has its own pros and cons. In high school, alot of things are happening around you and you must take control of things before things get out of your hands. Perhaps, this is just part and parcel of life. This is how things are gonna be when we reach the outside world. It is rather terrifying if you really think about it. Even i, too, feel alarmed when i really happen to face these situations. But thank god, that he has been with me all through the way, guiding me and showing me the right path to take. Truly, he is the King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school, teacher talked about how to be a morale person. I think its a great topic to talk about in school, as some students are rather rude and spoony. But one thing i dont like about it was the breaching of the bad users of the internet. People tend to take the use of the cyberworld for granted. For example, some users post up nasty and spiteful rumours about teachers in Facebook. Knowing very well that teachers in our school has children that is at the same age at us, why would anyone be so stupid as to write the teacher's name out in their own profile ? Such ingeniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've been wanting to blog for a really long time, but somehow there's always something that gets in my way and i really abhor the feeling of it. Honestly, i really should be coming online now, but the urge for me to blog, is just irresistable and i feel guilty of being online now. Our school's common tests is in three friggin' days time and i have the balls to blog at this hour. How amazing and great are my guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was yet another long day for me and Erica. When i say long, i really mean big time long. To be exact, we were on our feet from 7am right up till 8pm. 13 long hours of taxing studying to our poor little memory space in our mentally tired brain. Amazingly, I wasnt really sleepy at the end of the day. I admit, i was really high on sugar ; i was practically disturbing everyone in BM tuition yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking all the way through about studies ! Oh come on, isnt there any more that life can give ? I feel that my life is just revolving around school. And i dont quite enjoy it, its just rather hard to enjoy things when you're tensed up, no ? I feel at ease when i speak and perform in front of people. Yes, i'm usually nervous the first time round, but when i get used to that feeling, i can truly gain self-satisfaction. I think this is my gift that the Lord has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having to go on stage, i also like to speak English. I love English, and so I shall pursue my dreams and take a degree in English as well as Law. Everyone has been telling me, how good i would be as a lawyer and i somewhat have a happy feeling deep inside of me when i hear those things. At least, it makes me feel more comfortable with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living in pain, all my life. Be it miseries that have been told or words that have been unsaid, it just hard for me to pour out my heart to anyone because i dont feel that anyone around me is trustworthy with my secret. I've done things that no one can ever imagine, sometimes even i too, cant imagine what i have just done in the past minute. Its like getting into a trance and waking up to see that you have gotten yourself involved in a gory situation. Its really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life really dont go as how we want it to be. Because if there's no bitter in life, how then would we know what is sweet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from someone i love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Studying isn't as hard as human think it is. If we get all our work done properly, then we have nothing to fear about because we know jolly well of what we are doing. We dont have to suck up to anybody to build up our reputation. Life is that simple. It is us, humans, that make things seem much more complicated. Just study and take things easy on yourself. Because i have faith in you, that you will do very well as a criminal lawyer. It is just too bad that i've never attended law school. If only i did, i would definitely be swimming in money. Live my dream. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a fairytale, love is not just a game.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not anything, love is not a thing to get fun from.&lt;br /&gt;Love is subjective, love is a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Love can be enjoyable when you find a person that truly understands you" - Ray Carr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-8755904022010230222?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8755904022010230222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-peeps-i-apologize-for-really-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8755904022010230222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8755904022010230222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-peeps-i-apologize-for-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8069724490888964004</id><published>2009-07-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dieeeee x</title><content type='html'>I havent updated in like 6 days !&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, procrastination is really getting a hold on me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have my valid reasons for not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I have been so bloody busy lately, with assignments and my stupid crap book.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much can we actually obtain from that crappy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life hasnt been going too well for me these few days.&lt;br /&gt;My house nearly got broken into, and it has been sucha big issue.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know if it has been overrated, but i really dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend today, cheers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-8069724490888964004?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8069724490888964004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/dieeeee-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8069724490888964004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8069724490888964004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/dieeeee-x.html' title='dieeeee x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-944948717684624511</id><published>2009-07-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loveydoveykisskiss x</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, i'm so damn sorry, i feel so bad for leaving my blog here for so long without even touching it.&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, i've been wanting to blog since last week !&lt;br /&gt;But, i have so many things to do, i hardly even have the time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i've been getting more frequent tongue-lashings as i have before.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda nerve-racking for me to await the scoldings to be thrown at me, whenever i'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;Home isnt that place where i can feel the love oozing outta it, its just so different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i've never said this to anyone, but i wanna say that i really miss my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I really do, i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see him when he comes home next. :)&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mr Shawn J. Edmund. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine lately, but exams are coming up again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gnna study and buck up for this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't completed my Biology Scrapbook yet, crap !&lt;br /&gt;Gtta do it after doing somethings later.&lt;br /&gt;Gtta go wash my school shoes and take my bath after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah hah, as if you'd be interested.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to blog soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-944948717684624511?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/944948717684624511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/loveydoveykisskiss-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/944948717684624511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/944948717684624511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/loveydoveykisskiss-x.html' title='loveydoveykisskiss x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1302613493610280437</id><published>2009-07-05T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/green_day_lover/100.jpg" alt="Suicidal Fish Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, someone called me suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;All i can say now is, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-1302613493610280437?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1302613493610280437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-someone-called-me-suicidal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1302613493610280437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1302613493610280437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-someone-called-me-suicidal.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2479723126635440241</id><published>2009-06-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since i have nothing to blog in particular, i shall do all my tags. :)&lt;br /&gt; S : very opened - minded&lt;br /&gt;H : likes someone&lt;br /&gt;A : has a smile to die for =)&lt;br /&gt;R : gives good hugs&lt;br /&gt;L : very good kisser&lt;br /&gt;Y : very hot&lt;br /&gt;N : easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;J : is really sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : has a smile to die for =)&lt;br /&gt;B : is a nerd at times&lt;br /&gt;C : can kick ur butt&lt;br /&gt;D : great friend&lt;br /&gt;E : has beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;F : wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;G : HOTT&lt;br /&gt;H : likes someone&lt;br /&gt;I : best boyfriend or girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;J : is really sweet&lt;br /&gt;K : gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;L : very good kisser&lt;br /&gt;M : can be funny and dumb at times&lt;br /&gt;N : easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;O : has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;P : popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q : nice butt&lt;br /&gt;R : gives good hugs&lt;br /&gt;S : very opened - minded&lt;br /&gt;T : makes people laugh&lt;br /&gt;U : is loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;V : not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W : very romantic&lt;br /&gt;X : never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Y : very hot&lt;br /&gt;Z : makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah dad came and asked me to go off. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-2479723126635440241?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2479723126635440241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-i-have-nothing-to-blog-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2479723126635440241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2479723126635440241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-i-have-nothing-to-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7562294256946120748</id><published>2009-06-27T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my confidant, :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkXThTMMiuI/AAAAAAAABFg/zveJfHiS--I/s1600-h/5-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkXThTMMiuI/AAAAAAAABFg/zveJfHiS--I/s320/5-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351916301240273634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is what i hear from all the whites, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;but do they truly stick to their word ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a great teacher to me. I have learnt through all my experiences that one should never truly trust another. No matter how close a person is to you, you should never reveal your secrets to them. Its naturally humane to let the cat out of the bag. A human can only contain a certain amount of things in their body. If too much is given to them, they will just as well explode ; just like a rubber balloon that is given too much air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how convinced you are to let your secret out to another, be sure that it isnt anything big and gravely. You have to think of what the consequences might be. In no matter what you do, think of the worst case scenario. It might help you in making the decision of letting your secrets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too, will accidentally reveal small bits and pieces of people's secrets to those around me. I try my very best to keep all within me. But those small and tiny secrets may be let out to my avid listener who has always been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very grateful to have such an amazing listener with me. No matter what time of the day, he's always there for me to give me his warmest smile. Although he never replies me, but i know that he's always there for me. He just smiles whenever i scold him or swear at him. He's the best i've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkYneXObD7I/AAAAAAAABFo/1V8KOwqJEsY/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkYneXObD7I/AAAAAAAABFo/1V8KOwqJEsY/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352008609760481202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If anyone takes him away from me, i will definitely cry. :( I love you, spongebob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-7562294256946120748?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7562294256946120748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-confidant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7562294256946120748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7562294256946120748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-confidant.html' title='my confidant, :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkXThTMMiuI/AAAAAAAABFg/zveJfHiS--I/s72-c/5-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8433730028911389456</id><published>2009-06-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Mr Mj.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkXODLUC3lI/AAAAAAAABEw/9Sr85zTxCN8/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkXODLUC3lI/AAAAAAAABEw/9Sr85zTxCN8/s320/MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351910286171496018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTRI372UeI/AAAAAAAABEo/Xsfxk6gCrvQ/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTRI372UeI/AAAAAAAABEo/Xsfxk6gCrvQ/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351632207607124450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{ Click to enlarge, please. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, i would still remember that i grew up listening to Ben, You are Not Alone, Heal the World. Although i dont know him in person, but i've heard alot about him. He's so popular. I must say that he's the most well-known artist. No matter where you go, as long as you mention his name, people will look at you and take recognition. They know him. The poor, the rich, the blacks, the whites, the young, the old ; name it and they know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTOgVJEArI/AAAAAAAABEY/CFIxxO5PA5A/s1600-h/mj_babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTOgVJEArI/AAAAAAAABEY/CFIxxO5PA5A/s320/mj_babe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629312049283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born into the family of the Jacksons. He is an amazing vocalist. He's just so unique. He's a few days older than daddykins. He was naturally born as a brown, i wouldnt say black as it'll sound pretty offensive. But lets just say that he wasnt white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he suffered from skin pigmentation problems and also lupus. He seemed to have messed his whole face up. But yet, i feel that he was a good guy, deep down inside. Many people have been making fun of him and just mocking at his misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we are at no right to judge him, because we reallly dont know whats going on to him. More often than not, the press would blow up little issues. Maybe there wasnt anything about Neverland. Maybe he didnt even touch any small kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt that he's a phadophile. As from what i've heard, people are worried that Michael would bring harm to their children. I'm still pretty cross at their mindset. Why would Michael even wanna haunt small children's life ? He's has no intentions to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTOgr7nWNI/AAAAAAAABEg/09eFYcNjztM/s1600-h/Neverland_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTOgr7nWNI/AAAAAAAABEg/09eFYcNjztM/s320/Neverland_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629318166894802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just wanna frame him up because he's so popular. Well, they have succeeded in doing so. His life went down the drain in the past few years. But nevertheless, he has managed to produce Worldwide Hits, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTOgVXHJ4I/AAAAAAAABEQ/1uQEz8K4V1E/s1600-h/4671_1003927517245_1796585769_4155_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkTOgVXHJ4I/AAAAAAAABEQ/1uQEz8K4V1E/s320/4671_1003927517245_1796585769_4155_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629312108210050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You truly lived up to his title, "The King of Pop".&lt;br /&gt;You will reign in your name forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Once a fan, always a fan.&lt;br /&gt;May your soul rest in peace, Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thought of the day, "The world has lost yet another world iconic inspiration. Who's next ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-8433730028911389456?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8433730028911389456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-mr-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8433730028911389456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8433730028911389456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-mr-mj.html' title='Tribute to Mr Mj.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkXODLUC3lI/AAAAAAAABEw/9Sr85zTxCN8/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7913593480243614937</id><published>2009-06-25T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkSPdp3Z82I/AAAAAAAABEI/wH24vYqEe5E/s1600-h/postits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkSPdp3Z82I/AAAAAAAABEI/wH24vYqEe5E/s320/postits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351559996840211298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i yearn to be happy everyday, there's something to dampen my spirits every time i try to smile. Am i just not supposed to lead a happy life ? Am i always supposed to be on the emotional rollercoaster for all my life ? When will i ever be able to enjoy myself and truly unleash the inner me ? I never seem to get the chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not get the point of being quarantined when i'm perfectly fine with no symptoms of any sort of deadly disease or virus in me. I see no fucking point of being quarantined even when your body shows no signs of the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it themselves, "It takes exactly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; days for a person to show the symptoms if he/she has the virus in their body. If the suspected carrier doesnt have any sickness such as flu, fever, cough, etc. , then he/she is confirmed negative from H1N1 Influenza A virus, also known as swine flu. But he/she has to be quarantined for 7 days, starting from the day of contact with the H1N1 carrier, even if they're H1N1 free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if this is the case, then why am i still being quarantined ? First of all, my classmate is confirmed negative ! This shows that none of us were ever in contact with anyone who has swine flu. I'm clear. Secondly, since its already the fourth day from the day i saw her, and i'm not showing any symptoms whatsoever, so i should be able to attend my camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers, screw you ! Could you please, for goodness sake, get your facts right ? The newspapers have been publishing alot of false rumours. There are many many typing errors that i've found. Well, you guys in the media have certainly lost my respect for you. You're also partly to blame that i'm unable to attend my camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so hard to get up again when you've had your hopes pinned up so high. Do you actually get i mean ? At first i was told that i couldnt attend the camp, and so i started groaning because i've been waiting for this camp since forever. And the fact that i cant attend it after having myself to get prepared, is just way too much for me to handle. Its sounds a bit ridiculous because i'm really not sick myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wished that i could make time stop and rewind it to the day that i went into my classroom for just mere 3 hours. That three hours brought me so much unnecessary misery, was this even supposed to be expected ? If only i could turn back time, i would really skip class and go straight for choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for camp. I really do. I've been harping on this for over 48 hours now. I've been crying for the past 9 hours. I dont know what should i really be doing now, but i just cant keep my mind off how much fun they must be having at Mojodi without me. I'm missing out on so much and yet my folks doesnt seem to feel what i feel. Maybe they just think that i'm going there for the sake of fun. For goodness sake, i'm going there to recieve the orders of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not fated to be a Confirmed Catholic. Under what other circumstances does a person possibly have that she's exempted from the camp and get confirmed, despite missing the camp ? I'm so confused. I dont wish to prolong this misery, but flashbacks of how i fell down time and again during those two days keep coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain what i'm feeling right now. Just so frustrated that im not having what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a simple thank you to Amanda and Delarie for standing by me when i was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue blogging in a few hours. Its already 5.04pm. Count how many hours have i been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ciao niggas x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-7913593480243614937?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7913593480243614937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-much-as-i-yearn-to-be-happy-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7913593480243614937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7913593480243614937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-much-as-i-yearn-to-be-happy-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkSPdp3Z82I/AAAAAAAABEI/wH24vYqEe5E/s72-c/postits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-6539278991035082035</id><published>2009-06-25T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkNoZ7QF-rI/AAAAAAAABEA/C8-mJ9PeFKs/s320/peace-9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351235576857492146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After so long, i've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;cleared all my hard feelings against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for us the both of us to know and for all of you to find out. I finally told you everything that i've been wanting to tell you. I was relieved that you initiated to have a talk. Though at first i was reluctant to face it, but eventually i managed to tell you everything in your face. Oh well, i mean on the phone. But still, we managed to clear up this huge mess and i've also told you my weaknesses. You should have that compassion to teach me slowly and patiently, alright ? If not, i will slaughter you ! Hah hah, just joking. :) That 45 minutes talk i had with you was a really good one. I hope there'll be no need for us to talk like that, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the choir camp and main team selections. :) Well, though it was bitter at first, i've come to accept what's there for me. I was rather relieved when i heard that i wasnt in the team. Well, its really time for me to study. I dont wanna lose out to that girl anymore. Its just so sickening to see her face beaming with joy when i'm sulking in despair when i get my results. Its just gonna happen no more. :) Byebye, gloating goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda upset today. There's this H1N1 mania happening in school. I just feel that all these hoohaa are just so overrated. The press and the media blew up the entire story. Little did i realise that the newspaper's articles arent as accurate as i expected. Apparently, they said that : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;State Women, Family, Community and Health Committee chairman Dr Robia Kosai said today the student landed at Changi Airport, Singapore, on board flight SQ0238 and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;had fever and flu upon reaching her home in Johor Baharu."The student was home on vacation after six months in Melbourne. She is now being monitored at the Sultanah Aminah Hospital&lt;/span&gt;, she told reporters here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dr Robia said the student's family, including the father, mother, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;16-year-old brother and 17-year-old sister&lt;/span&gt; were under home quarantine for a week.The taxi driver, 36, who sent the student home was also under home quarantine.Dr Robia said the student's grandmother died of old age this morning and Health Department staff would help the family with the funeral arrangements to ensure that they were not exposed to others.She said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Health department staff would also be sent to the schools of the student''s siblings -- Sekolah Menengah Datuk Jaafar and Sekolah Menengah Infant Jesus Convent -- because the two attended school yesterday&lt;/span&gt;."We will check the two schools to prevent any spread of the virus," she added.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The New Straits Times Online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is, the sister is 16, not 17. God knows what other mistakes have they made. I really dont wish to probe any further. I just hope that my friend will get well soon and come back safely. I sincerely wish that my friend didnt contract the virus. May God bless all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, myself have been home quarantined by my uncle and dad. I've been on the laptop for around 9 hours now. I dont like it very much because i'm restricted to stay only in my room. And for me to be cooped up in my room for a whole day ; is kinda weird because i'm so used to running and making a din all around the house. I'm the live of the house. Need i say more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried of getting sick, but i'm just upset that i'm unable to attend the first day of Confirmation Camp, due to the quarantine. :( Ahh, i feel so deprived because i'm ill. I missed my first tuition at Omega, and BM tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue soon. Ciao x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-6539278991035082035?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6539278991035082035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-so-long-ive-finally-cleared-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6539278991035082035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6539278991035082035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-so-long-ive-finally-cleared-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkNoZ7QF-rI/AAAAAAAABEA/C8-mJ9PeFKs/s72-c/peace-9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5636228949635836835</id><published>2009-06-25T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things happened in such a short span of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkM53wGhw0I/AAAAAAAABD4/79eekoIAUHk/s1600-h/polka-dots1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkM53wGhw0I/AAAAAAAABD4/79eekoIAUHk/s320/polka-dots1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351184412214149954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have no confidence to face the world anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time to blog !&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if i've contracted H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;Scary balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know if i can make it to camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Damn shitty.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog in a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-5636228949635836835?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5636228949635836835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-happened-in-such-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5636228949635836835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5636228949635836835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-happened-in-such-short.html' title='so many things happened in such a short span of time.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SkM53wGhw0I/AAAAAAAABD4/79eekoIAUHk/s72-c/polka-dots1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-4868025255358184320</id><published>2009-06-16T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back for a short update. Kinda upset though. :) I failed my chemistry. I did quite badly actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think i can concentrate more now, since we dont talk so often anymore. I still love you though baby. Get well from H1N1 soon yeah ? I love you many many much much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;i rock so hard   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-4868025255358184320?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4868025255358184320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-for-short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4868025255358184320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4868025255358184320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-for-short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5254526372162636360</id><published>2009-06-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SjT45C8Bw2I/AAAAAAAABDY/RpE0pYarjn0/s1600-h/a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SjT45C8Bw2I/AAAAAAAABDY/RpE0pYarjn0/s320/a9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347172316520498018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that it just takes two willing hearts to fall in love and to sustain it, you just have to pump in time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;But how much energy and time can one give ? Isn't there a part of give and take ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say distance makes the heart grows fonder, the less you meet, the deeper in love you'll fall.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt that mean that perfect strangers are very much in love compared to those who has spent their whole lives together ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that you can't force love, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;let it go naturally without any exertions.&lt;br /&gt;But how then did the older generations cultivate their love through arranged marriage ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that time will heal all wounds, no matter how deep they are ; especially those of the broken hearted.&lt;br /&gt;But how long can we withstand the torturing pain of heartbreaks. The healing process might be as long as how we live. We would be dead, with all the wounds inflicted in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life torturing ? Have you ever wondered why are you in this/that situation ? Do you feel there's no other way out - other than self-loathing and death ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're not alone. I'm also suffering just the way you are. I just think that life isnt fair and i really should be in some other place - anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home doesnt seem like one to me anymore. I've lost touch with my family members. They dont seem to understand me and neither do i. Is this the hormones ? Is it supposed to be this way ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel that loving touch of my parents and i dont feel welcomed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening ? I dont like this feeling like seriously. Is there any way out ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S : I didnt mean to make this post seem so emo and all. But this is what's inside my head and heart and i had to get it off my chest. I feel much better now. I've been keeping this in myself for too long. Maybe its time to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lets just say that i'm pretty worried for my results tomorrow. It's mummy's birthday and i dont know if i'm gonna be a good daugther that produces excellent results or not. I'm somewhat weary that i'm gonna disappoint her real bad. I'm sorry, momma. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm on my way to heaven, here's wishing you a very happy birthday. I really love you mummykins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-5254526372162636360?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5254526372162636360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-say-that-it-just-takes-two-willing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5254526372162636360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5254526372162636360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-say-that-it-just-takes-two-willing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SjT45C8Bw2I/AAAAAAAABDY/RpE0pYarjn0/s72-c/a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3307855475387624719</id><published>2009-06-14T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blogger is under some sort of schedule.&lt;br /&gt;So its just a short post here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's mummykin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Exam results will be out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;First day of school after the long holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about my trip in my next post, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back everyday, i already have the password for this laptop :)&lt;br /&gt;I have to study like a pig from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if i can stick to my word.&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Uncle Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;He's an amazing singer and guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to update w pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-3307855475387624719?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3307855475387624719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogger-is-under-some-sort-of-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3307855475387624719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3307855475387624719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogger-is-under-some-sort-of-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-428625187378920929</id><published>2009-06-10T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can feel the earth move under my bare feet   x</title><content type='html'>Ah well, i really shouldnt be here now, but who gives a bloody damn. I dont, do you ? Well, if you do, you cant do a single bitchy thing about it. Or maybe you could, but i'm pretty much sure that i wouldnt be bothered with you childish actions. So, it'll be best if you just shut up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going up to Kuala Lumpur in less than 7 hours. Yep, i should be sleeping now. But who's there to stop me ? Mummykins is fast asleep, and daddykins is at work. Its currently 10.46pm and i have to be awake by 6.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i thought i could blog to pass my time. I know i can go another night without sleep as what i did yesterday night. I did manage to get a little bit of sleep though. I was rather tired at first but a familiar voice perked the guts outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the radio, just about to fall asleep. That was when i heard my phone rang. It has been a long while since i recieved an incoming call. And what more, it was my best friend. I have been waiting to talk to him, to ask him hows life and whatnot. Just when i was thinking of him, he gave me a ring. I guess we really have telepathy, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke about alot of things. I was just thrilled to speak to him again. My best friend for 5 long years. It wasnt all a smooth friendship for us. There were major quarrels that made me feel like giving up on him. But thank god, i didnt do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke a little bit of this and that. And suddenly, i felt inferior. It was just a tiny self-loathing. I have been a Catholic all my life. And for him to talk to me about having faith in God ; was just something i didnt expect to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known him to be a guy of randomness, and he admited to it, even. He has accepted Christianity and i'm happy to be his sister-in-christ. After that talk with him, i realised that i've also changed for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've turned my back to God a few years back. Being a child that was forced to be at church, i never liked it. I was never proud to admit that i was a child of God. I've always thought that i'm placed in this world without any reason. I'm sure you've felt the same way too, have you not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this thought deep inside of me that tells me that i'm stupid, and useless. And honestly speaking, i dont like the thought of it being in my head. I wanna run away from this thinking. I need him to annoint me now. I need his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to fall into temptations of the Devil. I wanna run away - but where to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lord, would you save me when i drown ? I believe you would, but deep inside i doubt it. Where are you ? I need to talk to you. I will make time for you, because i love you. You can cleanse me of these miseries. Help me, dear lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to speak to Dave. Urgency of the most dramatic situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/6 - 4th Auntie&lt;br /&gt;10/6 - Vernesse Cousin&lt;br /&gt;12/6 - Brandon Baby&lt;br /&gt;13/6 - Aaron Johnson&lt;br /&gt;15/6 - Mummykins&lt;br /&gt;16/6 - Jason Santiago Ang&lt;br /&gt;18/6 - Colin godbrother&lt;br /&gt;29/6 - Kimberlynn meiimeii :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-428625187378920929?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/428625187378920929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-feel-earth-move-under-my-bare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/428625187378920929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/428625187378920929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-feel-earth-move-under-my-bare.html' title='i can feel the earth move under my bare feet   x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5392438683433033805</id><published>2009-06-10T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-5392438683433033805?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5392438683433033805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-be-back-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5392438683433033805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5392438683433033805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-be-back-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7332719271657149546</id><published>2009-06-09T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too many things revolving around me, i'm drowning  x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Si59qMsSTGI/AAAAAAAABDQ/c3jvdu8kXls/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Si59qMsSTGI/AAAAAAAABDQ/c3jvdu8kXls/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345347971650309218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just wnna smile everyday, is that too much to ask for ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from all this heartaches and those gallons of tears that i've shed.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to break free ; when i know very well that i cant do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the city of Johor Bahru. I'm indeed going to take a good long break. I'm just gonna let myself loose. I'm going to party hard and play hard before going back to the torturing hell of my exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Sunway Lagoon on Friday - one whole day. I cant wait, like seriously. Though i'm going w my folks, i'm still pretty certain that i'll have a hell of a good time. Well, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attending brother's graduation. Time really flies. He's coming back to work for three years. By then, i would already be in KL or maybe in Boston. Who knows, really ? Congrats, brother. I love you x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back on Saturday night. I hope i'll have the chance to blog about my trip. I dont know what to expect really. I'm still kinda confused and fucked up. But who cares about me, right ? Well, i know that i should be happy and gay for its the holidays, but i'm sorry that i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current insipiration and drive to make me study is Boston Legal. I must say that i've never once in my life that i've been so hooked on a series. But low and behold, i am addicted to Boston Legal. Though it's rather radical to think like how i am, but i really do want to be a lawyer. Just like Allan Shore in the movie, or also know as James Spades. He's hot - i admire him and i hope i can be like him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting soon. And somewhat i'm not welcoming it with open arms. Lets just face it, i wasnt prepared for my previous exam. The mid year exams were just too difficult for me to overcome. But i must study hard to be like Alan Shore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse, is that Mummykin's birthday falls on the first day of school. Which also equates to heart ache and double heartache. Mummykins is taking a full day off from work. She would be at home, waiting anticipatingly for my results which would most likely disappoint her in the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost obviously, you would have known that i'm in a very deep shit. :) Who really knows what would happen tomorrow ? I want to know what would happen to me, if only i had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking guitar lessons w Daddykins and i love it. I was strumming my guitar whilst i was in my darkest moment in my life. I even wrote a whole song with using only three base cords. And i must admit that it sounds rather melodious. It's a song to reach out and touch the hearts of the broken hearted. It will be published and produced one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling mummykins about my dream of writing and composing a book to be published. Suprisingly, daddykins overheard my conversation w mummykins. And daddykins introduced me to a couple of his book publishing friends. We'll talk about that when i even start with a good story to write about. I was thinking of getting an autobiography of someone who appears ordinary, but has an extraordinary personality. I'll get my piece when the time is ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that i will overcome this obstacle. I am strong, so i will make it through. But will you be next to me when i overcome this ? Just so you know, i have one guy who's up on my list. But i didnt let him in to my heart because, clearly you know that we're still deeply in love. Perhaps, you're just busy w your career, which i dont blame you for. But not being in touch for this long a period, is just too much ; do you think not ? Are we drifting, or are we not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gloria meii for being so concerned about me. I'll be fine, thanks meii. I love you x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberlynn meii, i miss you like omigodxzszxs, you know ? I feel like calling you, sometime soon. Maybe tomorrow. I certainly wish to speak to you before i leave for KL. I'll miss you truckloads. I wont forget your marshmallows and your present, dont fret ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-7332719271657149546?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7332719271657149546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-many-things-revolving-around-me-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7332719271657149546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7332719271657149546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-many-things-revolving-around-me-i.html' title='too many things revolving around me, i&amp;#39;m drowning  x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Si59qMsSTGI/AAAAAAAABDQ/c3jvdu8kXls/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2053555227330746914</id><published>2009-06-05T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SikVIYwplrI/AAAAAAAABDI/XQnU3bO5H64/s1600-h/kissing-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SikVIYwplrI/AAAAAAAABDI/XQnU3bO5H64/s320/kissing-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343825666681444018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a boy, i would love my girl unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt make her cry up till the extend that she would almost lose her eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a boy, i would definitely take care of my girl because she's the girl i wanna love eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a boy, i wouldnt be horny.&lt;br /&gt;I would just be a normal boy who loves the girl for who she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a boy, i wouldnt judge and label girls according to her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;I would look for the inner beauty because i know that beauty is only skin deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a boy, i would make sure that every girl in the world gets a proper guy and one who will love her right.&lt;br /&gt;I would whack any guy i see, that's ill-treating his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a boy, i would make sure that i become the President of United States.&lt;br /&gt;I would make sure all those heartless jerks would get castrated if caught red handed on bullying a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess thats why i'm still a girl. If only i was a boy, then the world would be a much better place, for i will punish and put all those heartless and evil jerks to shame. I would make sure that all of them will never forget the pain of castration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Screw you, jerks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i realised i havent been blogging very often of the late.&lt;br /&gt;Its probably because i'm spending waaaaaay too much time on the telly.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching movies after movies and i havent been getting much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying, but unfortunately ; none of the facts got into my fucking brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all filled with remorse and guilt, for i have abandon my loved one due to the exams.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i was wrong to do so.&lt;br /&gt;But what else could i have done ?&lt;br /&gt;I was left with no choice but to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll never get away from this nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just want you to know that all those words you said to me were of no pain to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;Because i know that you just wanted to get our anger out.&lt;br /&gt;You diverted your anger on me because you had no other way to vent your frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that you're having an emotional breakdown because you think that i dont care about you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And i truly understand how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever spared a thought for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same way as you are feeling now - when you were so busy with your practices.&lt;br /&gt;But did i ever ramble about it ? - No, i never rambled. I even encouraged you for all your competitions. I called you every night just to make sure that you were confident enough and i even made sure you had enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of that were to fade away in the past one month, then i guess that we weren't even meant to be together from the start. Perhaps i've misplaced my trust in you. Maybe you werent that great guy i'd thought you to be. You cant live up to my expectations ? Then just deal with it, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you cant even deal with the fact that you're just a few hours from me. But yet we just cant meet up. Well, just in case you were thinking, i was actually planning to go up to Melbourne to give you a suprise. And suprisingly, my parents agreed to bring me down to Australia for a trip there. And they even allowed me to meet you - you tell me now. How cool is that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you were just getting impatient, thats what made you say those things. But did you ever think about how i would have felt ? You probably had your brains stuffed up your arsehole when you said those spiteful words. You're a jerk, no different from all those other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you were saying in that shout out, i'm doing the same. This is all to spite you. I dont mean what i said earlier on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Stupid boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-2053555227330746914?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2053555227330746914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-were-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2053555227330746914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2053555227330746914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a boy'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SikVIYwplrI/AAAAAAAABDI/XQnU3bO5H64/s72-c/kissing-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-4031841021775176322</id><published>2009-06-02T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SiUqH_8s0xI/AAAAAAAABDA/SIWnVFYZ8Xw/s1600-h/window-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SiUqH_8s0xI/AAAAAAAABDA/SIWnVFYZ8Xw/s320/window-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342722849858442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm lost without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really paranoid these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why have i been acting like this ?&lt;br /&gt;Its all because of the blows i've been suffering from.&lt;br /&gt;If i were to tell you my miseries i've been through for the past few weeks, i'm pretty sure you'll pity the shit outta yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wish to resolve to self-pity, but i have no other choice but to follow suit with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what i did in Facebook, and look at the results. Even my birthdate and lucky number gives the perfect description to how i'm feeling deep down inside. Its kinda freaky, how true it appears to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: 334px; height: 269px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="9%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kamalkornain.com/birth_number/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td width="90%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=598396816" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=83842441894&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d29ce5d72a2dcf13023a82e1b1845eb2&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Sharlyn J. Edmund&lt;/a&gt; this is what your birth date reveals about you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1 + 11 + 1993 = 2005&lt;br /&gt;2 + 0 + 0 + 5 = 7&lt;br /&gt;Your Birth Number : 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7’s are the searchers. Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don’t sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don’t like to be questioned themselves. They’re never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and being very knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what not in the world at large. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something to change my unstable emotions - but what can i do ?&lt;br /&gt;Should i seek for medical help and counselling from the professionals ?&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm suffering from depression.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda annoying to know that i'm ill but i dont have the guts to seek medical help.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of going into the loony bin, and being labelled as a lunatic - is just too much for me to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what i told my bestie - I'm not who and what you think i am. Just when you think i'm gonna hug and kiss you, i might just pull out a gun and trigger it at your face. Thats who i am. I'm simply unpredictable. What you see on the surface, isnt what you get from the inside. Believe me, i put up a strong front to get away from my fears. And vice versa, i put on a soft front to get your trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Am i not scary ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i've contracted the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self inferiority complex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows ?&lt;br /&gt;I've never been diagnosed with any sort of illness, but deep down inside; something is telling me that my body is up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to get out of this box of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jumbled - up - feelings - that -  i - dont - like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Say, i have to admit that i have been pretty agitated with the whole world lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-4031841021775176322?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4031841021775176322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4031841021775176322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4031841021775176322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-gone.html' title='long gone.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SiUqH_8s0xI/AAAAAAAABDA/SIWnVFYZ8Xw/s72-c/window-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3039839888334013270</id><published>2009-06-02T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished business x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 158px;" src="http://i538.photobucket.com/albums/ff346/Astelito/BRB.jpg" alt="BRB Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i also promise to tell you what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;It was just plain shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was probably feeling way too paranoid, but if you were in my shoe ; i can bet my bottom dollar that you'll be feeling the same way i do, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I will be back, i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And i wont break my promise.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-3039839888334013270?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3039839888334013270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/unfinished-business-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3039839888334013270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3039839888334013270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/unfinished-business-x.html' title='unfinished business x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-512100637284491630</id><published>2009-06-01T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry baby, cry x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll119/LauRaaWhoA/suicide.jpg" alt="suicide Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say i'm pretty upset today.&lt;br /&gt;I think its over.&lt;br /&gt;Is it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You answer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;I need your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-512100637284491630?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/512100637284491630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/cry-baby-cry-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/512100637284491630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/512100637284491630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/cry-baby-cry-x.html' title='cry baby, cry x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3135738190843732016</id><published>2009-05-30T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole world's turning its back on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f243/deveboo13/life-4-1.png" alt="life Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There's gtta be more to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been such a bloody bitch.&lt;br /&gt;After having such a long night, i've decided to blog about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets  just say that i'm pretty dried out from the thousand litres of tears that i shed last night.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are puffed up because my tear gland is worn out.&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my beauty sleep last night because of some heartless ignorant people who doesnt give a hoot about my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x195/sambaileyisCT/fit.jpg" alt="life Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who'd knew that my parents could have been so unreasonable ?&lt;br /&gt;Since they've hurt me, so i just had to tolerate their doings.&lt;br /&gt;I am emotionally unstable, and that equates to depression.&lt;br /&gt;I have a very very unstable range of hormones raging in my body.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even i cant control my tears from flowing.&lt;br /&gt;They just do.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm at total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I dont know what to do now, help me someone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please help me&lt;/span&gt; (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said i have to study everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Even during the holidays, i have to study.&lt;br /&gt;If that's not bad enough, they said that i cant use the laptop for this two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;How can they be so unreasonable ?&lt;br /&gt;This is more than i can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they mean well, but who could swallow all this at one go ?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i have been studying so hard for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt i get a break ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i think i deserve a good break from the books.&lt;br /&gt;Because i have already decided to put on my first gear for studying, once school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined on what i've set foot on.&lt;br /&gt;And because of your action that you took yesterday, i've got the wrong perspective.&lt;br /&gt;And i currently detest studying, and it's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i died last night, i would have died in sweet revenge.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the both of you to regret what you've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;If i told you i want to quit school and be a prostitute - what can you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing - absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If i go into severe depression, all the blame will go to the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you love me so much, and sometimes you reprimand me even when i've done no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you talk to me like a princess, and sometimes you talk to me like a maid.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you buy me things that i want, and sometimes you tempt me to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both have been so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life has their ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that this theory doesnt apply to studying.&lt;br /&gt;You force me to study eventhough its the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;Even the smartest girl takes a break during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know why it is called the holidays ?&lt;br /&gt;Its actually originated from the word holy day.&lt;br /&gt;And dont you know that we should keep the holy day sabbath ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so depressed and no one's helping me.&lt;br /&gt;I need something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i665.photobucket.com/albums/vv19/Breezalee/hugs.jpg" alt="free hugs Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px; height: 136px;" src="http://i383.photobucket.com/albums/oo277/durrani_album/851871669_d7c2879b60.jpg" alt="^panadol^ Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was out of my mind last night.&lt;br /&gt;I was in so much agony and i wanted it all to end.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, fast and silent.&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time, i wanted it to be a clean death.&lt;br /&gt;So i initiated to consume 5 panadols (pain killers).&lt;br /&gt;And i had a severe headache.&lt;br /&gt;So i went to bed and i thought that i wouldnt wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;But i heard thumping on my door this morning, and i got out from bed.&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to fall on my knee, as i was having jellified knees.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was so pissed that i just went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got up at around 8.30am and i was lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;I got on the net for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to talk to Matthew Bestie.&lt;br /&gt;He got a new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;And a new girl target too.&lt;br /&gt;Ah that boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 16 minutes late from catching Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;By the time i went on, he was already at basketball training.&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided to go off before parents get back because i wasnt supposed to be surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;And so i went on the threadmill for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;I burned 500 calories (!)&lt;br /&gt;Lool, this is hilarious, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i sat down on the couch and i switched on the telly.&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, i was watching Teen Titans.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that that's the utmost annoying show ever.&lt;br /&gt;But i watched it because i could see a resemblance of my primary school friend in Beastboy.&lt;br /&gt;(lool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i turned my radio on, it was blasting so loud that i got a headache.&lt;br /&gt;So i switched it off.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to watch Bolt. (:&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm like neons behind in movies, so just be patient.&lt;br /&gt;I havent even watched Twilight, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when i watched Bolt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh scratch that, i wanted to cry when i watched Bolt.&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt have any tears.&lt;br /&gt;As i mentioned earlier, my tear glands are worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i watched Madagascar I and i'm gnna proceed to Madagascar II, later. (:&lt;br /&gt;(looooool !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here for ages and i'm getting a really bad backache (!)&lt;br /&gt;Shit, i dont like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Darn youuuuuuuuuuuu. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its currently 4.34pm.&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue blogging sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;As for now, i shall take my leave.&lt;br /&gt;And you shall have some eyecandy for today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ellen DeGeneres put it, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's the sexiest reigning man alive, Hugh Jackman&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Even my headmistress likes his abs.&lt;br /&gt;Aint he worthy of being worshipped ?&lt;br /&gt;Hah, i was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt150/bethgonzales_2009/Hugh_Jackman_Picture-10.jpg" alt="Hugh Jackman Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's hot and cute (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f87/killerpolla1/dressman-1.gif" alt="Hugh Jackman Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&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/5634740176822327598-3135738190843732016?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3135738190843732016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-world-turning-its-back-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3135738190843732016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3135738190843732016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-world-turning-its-back-on-me.html' title='the whole world&amp;#39;s turning its back on me.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-3739377366355978595</id><published>2009-05-30T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause life's like that x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 202px; height: 304px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z314/xsoccerchiksx/Holding_Hands__by_DeliriumDylan.jpg" alt="holding hands, love Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hold me close, let your love surround me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty clueless on what i should blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, i shall just go w the flow.&lt;br /&gt;Since i have pretty limited time to blog today, i shall talk about what i've been thinking for the past few weeks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather at loss when it comes to making a decision on what confirmation name i should take.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what or where i should start looking for a suitable name that i will carry around even when i'm older.&lt;br /&gt;I have to take into account, that i would be mocked and laughed at when i'm older - if i decide to get a childish and unpleasant name.&lt;br /&gt;A name of a person is usually determined by his/her parent, but this time around, the child has to make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will i make the right decision for my confirmation name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of life is rather confusing and intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been easy and carefree for me.&lt;br /&gt;But now, the numbers of decisions i gtta make is getting bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;And it sort of scares me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of getting Xaviera, but then again ;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll sound funny though.&lt;br /&gt;Sharlyn Xaviera J. Edmund&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty sophisticated, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;(lool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to speak about a girl whom i've known for a relatively long time, but i still fail to understand what is she really thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i've known her long enough to get her to speak the truth to me.&lt;br /&gt;Well,  little did i know that all along i've only been able to see her mask that is oh so convincing.&lt;br /&gt;How on earth could i have been so naive ?&lt;br /&gt;She has been putting up such a fake front just to make me place my trust in her.&lt;br /&gt;Little did she realize that i've seen through her evil ploy that she's been planning to put over me when i least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;Now that i know that she's two different people, in front of others and in front of me only, i have to be on my toes and be on my guard at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like two different people who have nothing in common.&lt;br /&gt;When she's with me alone, she's like my closest friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;She talks like a lunatic and we would laugh our heads off together.&lt;br /&gt;But when she's with her other friends, she hangs out more with them and leaves me out all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont call me sensitive or say that i'm over reacting, because i know very clearly that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I would admit it if i am.&lt;br /&gt;I wont deny that i'm feeling too much because i really regarded her as my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;But if this is what i'm gonna get, then why should i waste my breath on her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before i forget ; i shall clear up some doubts from a few people that i've heard from.&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend who's in Australia and he's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i know many of you are thinking that this is a really ridiculous thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;But i have a different mindset from all of you.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what makes me special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first ask you - Does your parents allow you to have a boyfriend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is a yes, then i shall salute you and wish you congratulations because your parents are pretty liberal about these stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And i sincerely hope that you'll find a good man for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is no, then how else could you resist your urge of speaking to your crush ? If he likes you too, would you just let him go - because your parents forbid you from dating at your age ?&lt;br /&gt;By the internet and by your cellphones, no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would even have to sneak out and meet him in fear of being stalked by your parents.&lt;br /&gt;You would have to pretend that nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;And you cant speak to your boyf in the open.&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse, is that your boyf is in college.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he may be in the same country, but you still cant meet him up, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that, nobody has the right to bitch about me and baby because we truly love each other.&lt;br /&gt;My definition of love isnt as deep as most of you might put it as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when i think of a perfect boyfriend ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would imagine him to be the one who is always by my side when i need to speak to someone in times of despair. And he also must be the kind of guy who i'm very comfortable and open to talk to. I should always feel relaxed when i speak to him. He must also keep a look out for me always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what i mean ?&lt;br /&gt;He's just the guy i'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon fits in for all the things i mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, many of you might have a bad impression of white guys.&lt;br /&gt;But its all caused by wrong mind perspective of humans.&lt;br /&gt;We, humans have a very narrow mindset.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sad to say that many of us follow the murky and dull way of thinking from the citizens of the olden days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they have a totally different culture from ours, it doesnt necessarily mean that they're all that bad too.&lt;br /&gt;They are educated and brought up that way.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that love can be cultivated and built, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon is the sweetest guy i've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because i regard him as my super close friend.&lt;br /&gt;And he knows almost everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;Even things that i cant tell those who are around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that the people around me arent trustworthy ?&lt;br /&gt;No, i've never said that.&lt;br /&gt;Its just because i dont wanna add any burden to them by telling them so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm not trying to be bitter about life, but i just feel very vulnerable to so many things recently.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;For the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I was never like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where did my self-confidence go ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5634740176822327598-3739377366355978595?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3739377366355978595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-life-like-that-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3739377366355978595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/3739377366355978595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-life-like-that-x.html' title='cause life&amp;#39;s like that x'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8066043152305741407</id><published>2009-05-29T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super long post after a super long hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, i'm uber sorry for the super long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;I have been away for so long, and i miss blogging and the internet so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never realised that i've been so hooked onto the net.&lt;br /&gt;Well, within the couple of weeks that i've been missing in action, loads of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Be it good or bad ; it still happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only one thing kept me going on.&lt;br /&gt;It's a quote that my mum once told me ;&lt;br /&gt;" No matter how rough and difficult life may seem, just remember that everything comes to an end. Be it happiness or misery, it'll eventually come to an end. So why worry and fret over that has happened yesterday ? Improve your weak points and get ready for a better day tomorrow. "&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, i used this as my pillar of strength to get pass each miserably handled day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i question myself every morning is - What does the day has for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyday that i endured brought me lots of suprises.&lt;br /&gt;There were suprises that i managed to bring me so much joy and there were also the ones that made my day suck like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said life was easy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where should i start ?&lt;br /&gt;I have a very very very long post today, as i have to mention about many different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll start by saying that i've changed my blogskin, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know you're starting to curse me.&lt;br /&gt;I know i keep on switching skins, but i have no bloody choice.&lt;br /&gt;Many people came after me, trying to tell me that my skins are very laggy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i find it no problem because my lappie displays my blog uber fast.&lt;br /&gt;So i dont see a point when people blames my skins for making their computer laggy.&lt;br /&gt;Its clearly not my blog's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your computer is faulty ?&lt;br /&gt;Go check it, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;You'll realise that your computer isnt very good either.&lt;br /&gt;This is still a navigation skin, but i reckon it isnt as bad as the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now.&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by shouting out loud, "Freedom (!)"&lt;br /&gt;Repeat after me, its the h-o-l-i-d-a-y-s, baby !&lt;br /&gt;Just ended my bloody school mid terms exams.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you that i've been fretting over it for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I was so shaky that i blanked out during a few papers.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick all these while and i was very very weak.&lt;br /&gt;I wore my hoodie to school, cos it was very cold in the morning and i was sitting right below the fan.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in school gave me that really alienated look.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just moved on and i didnt bother to even explain to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exams were pretty much horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not confident of passing, much less of getting a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;All i can do now is pray.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the most powerful and extraordinary thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;It works so well that it usually freaks me outta my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I know a few of my marks for my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;And i did pretty badly, but i shall be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Modern Maths and i should be happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got an A for PJ which almost everybody flunked, rather unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's all for the exam part.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just grit my teeth and get ready to recieve my scary looking result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i forgot we have Parent-Teacher's Day (!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm doomed for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I havent handed up like almost all my exercise books. (lool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic is about what everyone has been talking about for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt blog about it earlier due to my stupid exams.&lt;br /&gt;American Idol Season 8 Results were rather shocking to many but i could say that i was expecting Kris to win.&lt;br /&gt;Not being biased or whatnot, but the previous week of American Idol results told me to get ready for a big suprise.&lt;br /&gt;And weirdly, it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr64/Jeny-Pritz/kris-allen3.jpg" alt="Kris Allen Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Well, congratulations Kris Allen (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c332/rtfan72/kris.jpg" alt="Kris Allen Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I have to post this picture of Kris here, i really cant stand temptation. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Aint this a super cute picture of him (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i feel sad for Adam Lambert though.&lt;br /&gt;He deserves the title because of his vocals.&lt;br /&gt;He has an amazing range of vocals and i think he's hot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i715.photobucket.com/albums/ww157/converse_chic93/l_00029b053fe64795a09d58ac9616b70c.jpg" alt="adam lambert Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 176px;" src="http://i319.photobucket.com/albums/mm449/lovealot_2005/adam.jpg" alt="Adam Lambert Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;He was sleeping, and god ; aint he hot (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was gone, something along the way happened and i wnna say a big thank you to my dear meimei. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;She has been there for me whenever i needed her.&lt;br /&gt;She has always been there for me when i needed to speak to someone.&lt;br /&gt;I love the long calls i always have w her.&lt;br /&gt;She has been comforting me whenever i was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we've been together for a month plus.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll last forever yeah, mei ?&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads, Kimberlynn Koo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking alot to Brian Bear these days.&lt;br /&gt;I find him to be a very fun loving and cute guy.&lt;br /&gt;He's very very quiet though.&lt;br /&gt;But when you initiate a conversation w him, then he'll start talking.&lt;br /&gt;He's a super nice chap and i love him (!)&lt;br /&gt;Brian, rock on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And last but not least, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He has been pretty busy lately too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little worried for him as he caught the flu virus but he refuses to see the doctor cause he's scared of needles.&lt;br /&gt;That boy, is just so timid.&lt;br /&gt;But i find it pretty common among guys - to be afraid of needles.&lt;br /&gt;Even Jackie Chan has that phobia, what more a 16 year old ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recieved an award two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Don Debel Rising Star Award, he was so shaky to give a speech.&lt;br /&gt;I just encouraged him and made sure he was okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;He got 1000$ as an award. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of him, and i hope that he's happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sh-shNxIp_I/AAAAAAAABC4/fJ5iTLzAKls/s1600-h/l_d581f1d9b53e42e592fb4748605f4721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sh-shNxIp_I/AAAAAAAABC4/fJ5iTLzAKls/s320/l_d581f1d9b53e42e592fb4748605f4721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341177369716107250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omigosh, our lil sister is so prettiful (!) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for him to come online.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i gtta go off soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;But i'll come on later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;P/S : I'm going to Sunway Lagoon for this holidays. Be jealous (!) Hahahahahahhahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &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/5634740176822327598-8066043152305741407?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8066043152305741407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-long-post-after-super-long-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8066043152305741407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8066043152305741407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-long-post-after-super-long-hiatus.html' title='super long post after a super long hiatus.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sh-shNxIp_I/AAAAAAAABC4/fJ5iTLzAKls/s72-c/l_d581f1d9b53e42e592fb4748605f4721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-997903137896532996</id><published>2009-05-07T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going off on a long long journey, dnt know if i'll be back.</title><content type='html'>Well well well, so i guess this is it.&lt;br /&gt;I've gtta let my blog go and leave it to rot.&lt;br /&gt;To die and to just let it be here, without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds heartless, but i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all these things are happening for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's giving this lappie to brotherkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my daily chats w baby. :(&lt;br /&gt;I seriously disagree w daddy's decision but who am i to say all this.&lt;br /&gt;Brotherkins deserves to have to lappie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i guess this is the end of my journey.&lt;br /&gt;I will be back, but not on regular biasis.&lt;br /&gt;Please drop me tags or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the bridge when i get there.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have to study hard to cross my examination bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Exam sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, suck you (!) exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby already.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dave bestie already.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Esther also. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since i'm going to cut off all access w the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not, i'll still have to let a couple of things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Byebye, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, myspace.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, friendster,&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gnna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon (&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;❥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Dave, Will, Patrick,  Sinclair, Oliver, Ash, Luka, Danny, Callan, Josh, Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Do take care of yourselves when i'm on hiatus, aye ?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my cellie, so dnt fret.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee2/samirocker173/2hy9tn4.jpg" alt="goodbye Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S : Happy Birthday, Reutens &amp;amp; Sheng Mei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday in advance, Amanda Tan &amp;amp; Nicole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PP/S : Happy Mother's Day to all mummy-loves. (:&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/5634740176822327598-997903137896532996?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/997903137896532996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-off-on-long-long-journey-dnt-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/997903137896532996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/997903137896532996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-off-on-long-long-journey-dnt-know.html' title='going off on a long long journey, dnt know if i&amp;#39;ll be back.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-2545778667460566302</id><published>2009-05-04T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:19:04.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, some times little things that shouldnt bother me just seems to get on my fucking nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Its like everyone's copying after me.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of you might not have noticed, but i notice all this small little things around me.&lt;br /&gt;I dnt wanna mention what i'm referring to, cause this is just a way to vent my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;Goshhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-2545778667460566302?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2545778667460566302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-some-times-little-things-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2545778667460566302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/2545778667460566302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-some-times-little-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7063304076046455593</id><published>2009-05-03T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i730.photobucket.com/albums/ww302/SexyChola_72/GUN3.jpg" alt="suicide Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Not making a wise choice, digging my own grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peeps.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be here, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I havent started revising for my Mid Term exams, and i aint lying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gnna die tragicly and i cant do a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, i'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;I can do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;And i must study.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont have the motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill my lazy attitude, someone ?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FUCK EXAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/sharlynxx"&gt;Follow me on Twitter (!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-7063304076046455593?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7063304076046455593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-making-wise-choice-digging-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7063304076046455593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7063304076046455593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-making-wise-choice-digging-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1732449416667801569</id><published>2009-04-30T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/cutequote1.jpg" alt="cute quotes Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i'm sorry for not blogging for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i-dont-know-how-many-neon-years&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple things/events to blog about, but i just dnt have sufficient time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;This is so getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting kinda worked up these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things hast really been going smoothly fr me, for some fuckin' bitchy reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, life's being a fucking cunt now.&lt;br /&gt;And i aint liking a single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see ;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very uncertain of how i'm supposed to feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her very much, and yet i dont know if i should trust her.&lt;br /&gt;I respect her so much, and yet i dont know if she deserves my respect.&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm not on par with that mean girl ?&lt;br /&gt;What if its just wishful thinking on my part ?&lt;br /&gt;All these questions will remain as a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long hearty talk w baby yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And i poured out all my heartfelt feelings to him.&lt;br /&gt;He told me this is all part of life and i just have to wait and let everything end, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's right..&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to wait.&lt;br /&gt;And baby promised me to do three things and i'm glad that he said he would do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, baby i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being you, the silly and lovable one in my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on your National's Championship (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, wo ai ni, aku cinta padamu, aishteru. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xx&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/5634740176822327598-1732449416667801569?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1732449416667801569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1732449416667801569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1732449416667801569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only.html' title='if only..'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-667079523682646390</id><published>2009-04-29T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those gloomy days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c357/yugiyami/quotes/funny.jpg" alt="funny Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Never wish for that to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that some things dnt necessarily go your way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things werent even supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Nasty words come out just to spite you.&lt;br /&gt;And it'll soon be over.&lt;br /&gt;Lets end the chapter and close the book.&lt;br /&gt;I dnt want this misery to prolong any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-667079523682646390?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/667079523682646390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-those-gloomy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/667079523682646390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/667079523682646390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-those-gloomy-days.html' title='one of those gloomy days.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c357/yugiyami/quotes/th_funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-4771061112510637498</id><published>2009-04-24T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i was blog-hopping tday, i saw something from &lt;a href="http://evevlove.xanga.com//"&gt;Everlyn&lt;/a&gt;'s blog ; and it's about Zodiacs and i must admit that most of the statements written there are actually kinda true. Its freaky sometimes when all these things actually suits someone's personal character so accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SfGt8IEMEgI/AAAAAAAABCg/5EShu_d_k3w/s1600-h/n1488301827_54702_6100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SfGt8IEMEgI/AAAAAAAABCg/5EShu_d_k3w/s320/n1488301827_54702_6100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328231082624815618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GEMINI MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A man in this Zodiac has a thin long and proportional face. He has a high forehead and very clever. He looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he cannot stand or sit still, a very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fast person&lt;/span&gt;. His nose is just right in size, thin lips, talk fast and very talkative. He can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think faster than he talks&lt;/span&gt;, but once he start talking, he will talk nonstop as if god has gifted him with that special talk machine mouth. He likes to cut his hair short and he is very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;athletic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;{!} &lt;/span&gt;He is a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tall, slim and every movement of his is "Fast" or nearly call "Hyperactive".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long fingers&lt;/span&gt; and always tapping on table or moving his finger as if he is trying to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; grab something&lt;/span&gt;. He is the type who will write or scribble on paper, he never stay still. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His hair always well comb or neat&lt;/span&gt;. He will spend a long time to comb his hair. He will keep his manicure and pedicure clean. He is a well dress and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; clean guy,&lt;/span&gt; so if you like cleanliness, you will love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will keep all&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; his cloth in big closet&lt;/span&gt;, and never throw away even shirts he never wear any more, but yet he still keep buying new cloths and make sure he is in style. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows how to dress well &lt;/span&gt;even with a low budget. He get bored easily with his favorite cloths, cologne. He is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very picky&lt;/span&gt;, so soap and his cologne even have to be in the same trend or same scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you date this kind of guy, you might think you are dating 2 guys, you will have to guess his feeling and emotion. Is he doing thing because it is a duty, or is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because he wants to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He changes his mind as fast as he change a new pairs of shoes. He can pick up a book and roughly read through and understand it's contents, so if you see a Gemini man who reads the whole book, then he must be influenced by other Zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hates to set fix schedule, and dislike a boring same rou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tine job&lt;/span&gt;. He could hardly be on time, and can only keep time if it is complete important and necessary. He does not come late because he forgets, but because he always find other attractions along the way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He likes to act opposite to what he wants to do&lt;/span&gt;. He is a very good speaker and makes a very good politician. He can easily persuade other people and well presented himself in public,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a real charmer&lt;/span&gt;. If he is a writer, he will write the best seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always search for truth and constantly study himself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He never satisfy about his fame, his reputation or money, because he thinks he deserved more. &lt;/span&gt;He will keep searching even he is not sure what is his ultimate satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman in love normally wants to feel secure and stable, but if you fall in love with this guy be preparing to be alone. He will come to see you when he feels like it. He won't even know how he spent his days everyday, so adjust yourself if you love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating him is like dating 2 guys, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so today he can tell you how much he loves you&lt;/span&gt;, but tomorrow he might call you to cancel your date. When he upsets, he could tell you he hate your dress, even it is the same dress he used to tell you make you look very sexy. Do not ask him why he is that's way for he won't have any explanations too. When he is back to normal mood, he will take you out again and forget what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot expect him to be the same person now, and forever. His changes will depend on you, for better or for worst. If you like to take risk and dare for challenges, you will get along with him fine. He keeps his emotional secretly as if hiding it, so you will not be able to see if he crazy in love with you, or does not give a damn at all, but be calm and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will never leave you if he thinks you are a puzzle, then he will spent times solving this puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SfGt8Su39kI/AAAAAAAABCo/a6YoLaOGKpM/s1600-h/IMG_9059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SfGt8Su39kI/AAAAAAAABCo/a6YoLaOGKpM/s320/IMG_9059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328231085488207426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCORPIO WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &lt;s&gt;simple&lt;/s&gt; woman who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; always show what kind of a moods she is in&lt;/span&gt;. You can tell right way if she upset, or if she is flirting with you. She displays herself with her act much more than trying to say it for it's in her character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Scorpio woman has her own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mysterious personality&lt;/span&gt;. She is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confident and deep down inside she is quite proud of herself.&lt;/span&gt; She hates to think she is borne a woman and so limiting her with a certain social acceptable rules. She is a real woman and despite her innocent and childish looks, she has a spirit of free soul. Many men will make mistake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;if they think she is a good follower, they are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She thinks being a plain simple housewife is boring&lt;/span&gt;. She&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;likes to have power and control over other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but this will be only her secret, so you will only see a cute woman. Every things she does will look good, and she has all the woman's trick you can think of. She can manipulate men without they knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think she going to do everything you say because she loves you, then you will be disappointed.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She could be a little tomboyish and &lt;u&gt;she can understand you by just looking in your eyes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You may say sweet words which could sweep any woman, but not with the Scorpio woman. She will use&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her X-ray eyes reading your thought of what you just said or what you are going to say&lt;/span&gt;. She always smile and she can really hide her feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constantly show you that she loves freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If&lt;/span&gt; she has freedom, she will not leave you, but will even love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If she wants something, she will do everything to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her own sixth sense of people&lt;/span&gt; and you can feel that energy feed back when you around her.&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likes a man who can earn her respect, and she will also respect and feel proud of that man&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/u&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;man with power over her should not threat or challenge her confident. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likes to have a good looking, strong and healthy man &lt;/span&gt;especially if she start to compare with her friends' boyfriends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a plus if he hold a degree or a good career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a hot lady. She&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; likes heavy music&lt;/span&gt;. She&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; either loves or hates, there are no "fond of", or "like" for her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love has no "may be", or "perhaps"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; she is real mad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she will trash and throw things&lt;/span&gt;. Her wind storm can sweep all her dishes and you could get accidentally hit on your head for this matter. Be calm, it is just your grandmother favorite china for she has good quality as much as her bad tempered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes she shows her weakness, but it won't be long&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will put herself together and back to be that hot chili again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If she loves you, it will be no matter what other people may say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her relationship will be more important than what is right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Because of this reason, you may know some Scorpio woman become a second wife, a mistress.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;{FUCK THIS FACT}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is spoil, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she allows her love one to over power her&lt;/span&gt;. Dating this woman, you should not keep old love letters in your pocket or in your house. It could be a love letter 2 years ago, but never mind she will argue about this since this is a big deal for a suspicious woman. Remember she has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temper of the shrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you play a cold war with her, she will treat you likewise and double it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you stood her up once, she will stood you up 2-3 times. She is quite fair in justice, so she can accept your apologies as much as she can pretend to accept things for now and wait for a pay back revenge in the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are nice to her&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she will double that to you as well. A real fair woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;She likes to make and spend money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likes to have fame and reputations, and never let herself broke and have no name at the same time&lt;/span&gt;. She is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too proud&lt;/span&gt; and will not accept status of being "Poor". She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves to have face&lt;/span&gt;, so if you are a manager with small salary, she will be proud more than more money being a truck driver.&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; hates to think and she cannot stand a feeling of being a "Nobody"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you like her, play a little hard to get&lt;/span&gt;. This will excite her a bit. When you go out on a date, set your schedule, but do not let she knows that you have planned this for weeks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always go to pick her up on time or better to go 5-10 minutes early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-4771061112510637498?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4771061112510637498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-i-was-blog-hopping-tday-i-saw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4771061112510637498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/4771061112510637498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-i-was-blog-hopping-tday-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SfGt8IEMEgI/AAAAAAAABCg/5EShu_d_k3w/s72-c/n1488301827_54702_6100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8345065543121442297</id><published>2009-04-21T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you wnna learn Mandarin (?)</title><content type='html'>I have a perfect guide for you, to excel in your Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;Its for English educated peeps who understands just a little bit of Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if you get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/funny%20icons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff265/kazecha/Funny%20Icons/learnchinese.jpg" alt="learn Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i have no time to blog about anything extravagant, i shall post up some of my all-time favourite icons from Photobucket. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc86/timetoscare/Icons/tamponicon.gif" alt="funny icon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd318/ellison1994/icons/funny-10.gif" alt="icon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z191/gatorz_gurl07/icons/thohyeah.png" alt="funny i-con Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s231/highfiveulation/icons/pervertedtimes.gif" alt="funny icon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s231/highfiveulation/icons/finishedreading.gif" alt="funny icon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo62/MrHenryVanity/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg" alt="Lovely Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 202px; height: 27px;" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/Mz_Miri/thbfandgf.png" alt="Boyfriend And Girlfriend Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt; Month Anniversary, babyboooo (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, this three words i swear to you.&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe, i wnna be the air that you take.&lt;br /&gt;When you're sad, never a smile should you fake,&lt;br /&gt;Because our love is true,&lt;br /&gt;Just let your innerself shine through.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and we have promised to keep going on strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S &lt;/span&gt;: Though we have both have been busy w our competitions and such, we still kept to our word. You called me to inform me your good news, and so did i. Everything will go on smoothly for us, because we prayed hard for it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Promise me to play your best for your basketball National's game. Bring glory to us all. And come to Malaysia soon (!)&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, babyboo ; jiayou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ Hopefully you still remember what does that mean. :p ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/5634740176822327598-8345065543121442297?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8345065543121442297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-wnna-learn-mandarin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8345065543121442297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8345065543121442297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-wnna-learn-mandarin.html' title='Do you wnna learn Mandarin (?)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff265/kazecha/Funny%20Icons/th_learnchinese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5304203063924496614</id><published>2009-04-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in love w my best friends.</title><content type='html'>I had a relatively had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;very very very very very very long and hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly sorry for not being able to update my blog any sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my uptight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, i had choir practice from 8am till 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;And directly from school, i went over to Mr Chua's tuition from 3pm up till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home w Erica to have some refreshments and also to clean myself up.&lt;br /&gt;In no time, it was time to attend History tuition.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really really tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, i had to wake up to go to Elyssa aka Puan Doreen's daughter 's house for mime practice at 8am (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt; : What happens when you put seven super hyper and closely-knitted friends together ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;u&gt;A messy house, whacky pictures and a hell loads of laughter&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was there ?&lt;br /&gt;Elyssa, Erica, Cheryl, Sara, Chiara, Amanda Ong, and Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;Soz, i didnt manage to capture candid pictures of Amanda Ong, Cheryl, and Chiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest, here it goes : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJdqMPII/AAAAAAAAA_A/wJriKuXxwBI/s1600-h/sd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJdqMPII/AAAAAAAAA_A/wJriKuXxwBI/s320/sd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326238996690123906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJPD1y9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/wRvXLKTwe_E/s1600-h/sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJPD1y9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/wRvXLKTwe_E/s320/sara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326238992771173330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaI9B6VaI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Ryb-QwJcwyY/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaI9B6VaI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Ryb-QwJcwyY/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326238987931243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJB-kJcI/AAAAAAAAA-w/O5xlwfDhhZo/s1600-h/sadf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJB-kJcI/AAAAAAAAA-w/O5xlwfDhhZo/s320/sadf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326238989259384258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i arrived there, i got a shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Their house is so beautiful that i was green in envy.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really comfortable there, i just felt so at home.&lt;br /&gt;Their interior designing of the house was just amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to go there some time soon (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the fun if we didnt camwhore ?&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple of shots and i combined them together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S : Some pictures are absolutely ugly, but wtf. Who gives a bloody damn, right ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJAIPmYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/sJTAtmeKEAE/s1600-h/ddf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJAIPmYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/sJTAtmeKEAE/s320/ddf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326238988763109762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best friends (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWyvCDfbI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qKrnEIxhCBI/s1600-h/catsds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWyvCDfbI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qKrnEIxhCBI/s320/catsds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235307681742258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; Erica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWo0kxi4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6ty-eqJCwFc/s1600-h/catsdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWo0kxi4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6ty-eqJCwFc/s320/catsdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235137370852226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours Truly w Erica. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWoh7tbxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tVr4Y1c-FL4/s1600-h/catsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWoh7tbxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tVr4Y1c-FL4/s320/catsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235132366778130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They kissed a girl, and apparently they liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROFLMFAOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWotZcjaI/AAAAAAAAA-A/9jjcC75D1H0/s1600-h/catsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWotZcjaI/AAAAAAAAA-A/9jjcC75D1H0/s320/catsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235135444290978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elyssa teaching Chiara th dance steps. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWoRzImHI/AAAAAAAAA94/dy7gZ02xziI/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWoRzImHI/AAAAAAAAA94/dy7gZ02xziI/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235128035842162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love that budak so much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWoWKxJkI/AAAAAAAAA9w/mI6X700kzmo/s1600-h/rweywr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqWoWKxJkI/AAAAAAAAA9w/mI6X700kzmo/s320/rweywr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326235129208710722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours Truly w Amanda ; Chiara w Yours Truly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerET1wmpXI/AAAAAAAABAA/2hI3M8JT5qE/s1600-h/IMG_9317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerET1wmpXI/AAAAAAAABAA/2hI3M8JT5qE/s320/IMG_9317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326285354446529906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erica w Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, all the musketeers decided to go over to Plaza Pelangi, Popular to get some stuffs to make the props.&lt;br /&gt;And so Aunty Doreen kindly gave us a lift there.&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;I totally adore her much. Hughughug many.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came to fetch me from  Plaza Pelangi, and then i went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, Small Aunt came to fetch me to head off to Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda excited at first.&lt;br /&gt;But i was more of tired than of excited at that moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was giving me a minor headache during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;While i was sleeping, i could hear the thunder yet i could feel the sun shining so brightly onto my face.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird at first, but i just couldnt give a damn after a little while of pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerDWcq7XxI/AAAAAAAAA_o/UCY7b9OAlLQ/s1600-h/IMG_9353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerDWcq7XxI/AAAAAAAAA_o/UCY7b9OAlLQ/s320/IMG_9353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326284299739815698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerDWnIp9HI/AAAAAAAAA_4/78hySiHKc-A/s1600-h/IMG_9358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerDWnIp9HI/AAAAAAAAA_4/78hySiHKc-A/s320/IMG_9358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326284302548857970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerDWrouKzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/eMQ5Tzt31Go/s1600-h/IMG_9355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerDWrouKzI/AAAAAAAAA_w/eMQ5Tzt31Go/s320/IMG_9355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326284303757093682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my CD player during the whole journey, listening to David Archuleta's album, time and again.&lt;br /&gt;I just could stop listening to his melodious voice.&lt;br /&gt;I was just lost in a world of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to a point that we had to refill our petrol level.&lt;br /&gt;And so we took a pitstop at one of the petrol kiosk along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I aint sure of the exact location, but we went over to a McDonald branch there.&lt;br /&gt;And so we had a hearty McD refill as refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;Small Aunty suggested that we should grab some tidbits for us to munch for the later part of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;So we did, we went into the MultiMart located just next to McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so coincidental that i was looking for Impact, the Sugar-free sweet which would usually be placed directly infront of the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;There, was a guy in shades standing in front of me ; depriving me from having a clear image of the sweet that i wanted to grab.&lt;br /&gt;So eventually i was kinda pissed at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This bugger thinks he so great arh, keep blocking my view. Wahlao, move it ! &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, i turned behind to take a look at my cousin and Kakak Tun (her maid).&lt;br /&gt;And Kakak Tun looked rather shocked, looking at the guy in front of me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at her again, and she started shouting, "Mawi", in a very high pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda hiliarious, cause he turned to me and greeted me with a very warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted, i just froze there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed his wife at one corner of the mart, looking at some chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;His wife is beautifiah, totally adore her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like a manniquine.&lt;br /&gt;And so we went back to the car and continued our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Sunway Pyramid Tower Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda packed w people.&lt;br /&gt;So i reckoned that we would be sitting at the back in the concert, if we were late.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we went to the room and lepaked for a while ; then we went down to have a little stroll in Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun to go for Hottie Hunting, ;)&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, i shouldnt do this but who cares, really !&lt;br /&gt;I stalked a couple of Whites, without their knowledge.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at the hotel, Buffet seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long long long time of walking, we went back to the hotel ; feeling ever so tired.&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking back to our room, from the lift ,&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a guy that looks like David,&lt;br /&gt;And i was thinking aloud and said, "OMIGOD, IS THAT DAVID ?"&lt;br /&gt;He turned behind and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;This could have been a very big coincidence, and i aint lying.&lt;br /&gt;(You'll understand if you finish reading my post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernesse had to do her homework, so i helped her out ; it was easy peasy Maths problem solving.&lt;br /&gt;Try me w Upper Secondary Maths and i'll cry in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Roflmao ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then we fell asleep !&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 11pm, i remember.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what time i woke up the next morning (?)&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i really did.&lt;br /&gt;And no, i'm not kidding (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know what to do, so i took out my CD player (again) ; and let David soothe my mind and made me fall asleep yet again, after two long hours of thinking of baby.&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up at 8am and decided to take my bath.&lt;br /&gt;So we went out at about 10am, for branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 12.00pm we left to Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, damn far from Sunway Pyramid to Sunway Lagoon can !&lt;br /&gt;Although their names sounds familiar, but its fuckin' far away.&lt;br /&gt;We had to take a cab to Sunway Lagoon Ampitheather.&lt;br /&gt;And we thought we were early....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we saw the queue there, we nearly fainted.&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait under the scorching hot sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;They forced all of us to get rid of our water bottles ; i'm still puzzled about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irrelevant&lt;/span&gt; reason.&lt;br /&gt;And even before the concert was even near to starting, i was sweating already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIACtzwPI/AAAAAAAABAI/DzHgTLvNQos/s1600-h/IMG_9388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIACtzwPI/AAAAAAAABAI/DzHgTLvNQos/s320/IMG_9388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326289412373594354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Along the roadside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after passing the bag-pack checking counter, we had to walk a far distance to reach the Ampitheatre itself.&lt;br /&gt;Vernesse and I were almost half-dead upon reaching the Ampitheather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIAfU1n8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/npGIiwUorO0/s1600-h/IMG_9389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIAfU1n8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/npGIiwUorO0/s320/IMG_9389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326289420053487554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIA-zBuGI/AAAAAAAABAY/Y93OiLlm3iM/s1600-h/IMG_9390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIA-zBuGI/AAAAAAAABAY/Y93OiLlm3iM/s320/IMG_9390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326289428501608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIBIjKetI/AAAAAAAABAg/zMJG-ocKUPo/s1600-h/IMG_9392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIBIjKetI/AAAAAAAABAg/zMJG-ocKUPo/s320/IMG_9392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326289431119428306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was at 12.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But the irony of the whole thing is that, the concert was supposed to start at 3pm only.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how big and faithful David's fans were.&lt;br /&gt;It was just crazy balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things even lamer, there was an imposter of David, the crowd started cheering for no rhyme or reason.&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting there, feeling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIBeAF_VI/AAAAAAAABAo/BaTfFJ8nfDo/s1600-h/IMG_9394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerIBeAF_VI/AAAAAAAABAo/BaTfFJ8nfDo/s320/IMG_9394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326289436877913426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCAsOkREI/AAAAAAAAA_I/U0RrQomwakk/s1600-h/catss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCAsOkREI/AAAAAAAAA_I/U0RrQomwakk/s320/catss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326282826447078466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We camwhored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for David the Great's arrival, we were plain bored.&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of false alarms at first.&lt;br /&gt;And the anticipated crowd were so excited, but they were dissapointed at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of sitting on our butts, doing nothing else but wiping off our dripping sweatdrops.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone that i was expected came (!)&lt;br /&gt;JJ and Ian ; Hitz.fm Morning Crew were there.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, one by one all the opening event singers came.&lt;br /&gt;And when everyone was being bore to death by those liveless singers, they were demanding for David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerJfyPyEqI/AAAAAAAABBM/dRUJRA7uafk/s1600-h/IMG_9405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerJfyPyEqI/AAAAAAAABBM/dRUJRA7uafk/s320/IMG_9405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326291057220129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ and Ian were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;We were singing along to Crush &amp;amp; A Little Too Not Over You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky me, there was a really adorable guy who was sitting kinda next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, he is so cute, man (!)&lt;br /&gt;He's name is Arian, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;He made me laugh so hard when he said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go away, we only want David. Now, get lost please !&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerJfEeDMYI/AAAAAAAABA4/gcnmmOxJbWk/s1600-h/IMG_9400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerJfEeDMYI/AAAAAAAABA4/gcnmmOxJbWk/s320/IMG_9400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326291044931940738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerJfdBFPtI/AAAAAAAABBA/22jxunZJs80/s1600-h/IMG_9401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerJfdBFPtI/AAAAAAAABBA/22jxunZJs80/s320/IMG_9401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326291051521326802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeh, the white shoes are his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 4.30pm, David finally appeared on stage.&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming at the top of my lungs at first, but i decided to just sieze the moment, because i know i might never ever get this chance ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, i've never been a big fan of his.&lt;br /&gt;But i have gotta admit, he's really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable, and just really well liked by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCBBhu9aI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/nO7yy06LQFA/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCBBhu9aI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/nO7yy06LQFA/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326282832164615586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCA32YWxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/emG2cC0uAQE/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCA32YWxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/emG2cC0uAQE/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326282829566860050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing for songs, he went backstage.&lt;br /&gt;But as the audience were demanding for more, so he came back and presented another two more songs.&lt;br /&gt;And the last two songs, he played the piano while singing.&lt;br /&gt;I could see the passion that he has for singing and playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the vibration of the song.&lt;br /&gt;I was just starstrucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCBa0oKpI/AAAAAAAAA_g/hIeb1IAN9LQ/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerCBa0oKpI/AAAAAAAAA_g/hIeb1IAN9LQ/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326282838954748562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still reminiscing on what happened that day.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is still stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Every action he did, is still floating somewhere in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, i saw Ian ; and he's sizzling hot. I loved the way he looked.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was about to rain, so Small Aunt decided to leave for the hotel before it starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for a taxi, but due to the enourmous amount of humans there, i was pretty sure that we wouldnt even stand a fair chance of hopping onto a taxi to hitch a ride back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;We walked and it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking in the rain, and to make things worse ;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing so strong that i was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt afraid to get sick, it was just that i was worried about my electrical appliances.&lt;br /&gt;I would just die if it gets spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, my bag is water proof. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after resting and bath, we went out to get some food to satisfy our growling stomachs (!)&lt;br /&gt;We ate at BBQ House, it was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of it even, makes me drool.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i'm hungry now !&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when we were about to leave to check out of our hotel, a really adorable bellboy (the guy who carries our luggage down to the lobby) took care of our luggage.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Vernesse shouted, "Eh ! Where's yesterday's newpaper ?"&lt;br /&gt;So the bellboy reckoned just as much that we came to see David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;And hell, that boy really knew how to get me envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even mentioned that hundreds of girls asked for David's room number.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously it was all confidential, its all part and parcel of working ethics.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the kind hearted bellboy told us that David stayed at the 15th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Vernesse and i started freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, it was only me. :-) *covers face*&lt;br /&gt;So when i said it could have been a coincidence that we saw David, its because we stayed in the 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he went to the wrong floor.&lt;br /&gt;Accidents do happen, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back home.&lt;br /&gt;I was dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAA0CzOI/AAAAAAAABB4/CIXdd2nNnbA/s1600-h/DSCN1155%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAA0CzOI/AAAAAAAABB4/CIXdd2nNnbA/s320/DSCN1155%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326312501607058658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was our choir competition.&lt;br /&gt;We won (!)&lt;br /&gt;It was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We went to SIGS to compete. :)&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kaytrieese cousin there.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Calean Boyfee there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got into the Top 3, so we proceeded to SMK Mohd. Khalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAQ1qD9I/AAAAAAAABCI/h59LMv4OAKA/s1600-h/DSCN1182%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAQ1qD9I/AAAAAAAABCI/h59LMv4OAKA/s320/DSCN1182%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326312505908793298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking to the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAl7G-CI/AAAAAAAABCQ/8L-mUhFUKYw/s1600-h/DSCN1188%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAl7G-CI/AAAAAAAABCQ/8L-mUhFUKYw/s320/DSCN1188%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326312511568803874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the hall (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived there, then we sat there in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;We had butterflies in our stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;And then, they had some Zapin dance performances.&lt;br /&gt;We were practically bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started flashing their handphones in each other's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they started to announce to results ;&lt;br /&gt;Convent girls were freezing in their respective places.&lt;br /&gt;When they announced third place, i was already screaming silently in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And when they said SMK Skudai got second, we all screamed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Especially me and Huiyin, i cant deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we have proof. &gt;&lt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAnj8ioI/AAAAAAAABCY/NH92RooGgA8/s1600-h/DSCN1210%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SerdAnj8ioI/AAAAAAAABCY/NH92RooGgA8/s320/DSCN1210%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326312512008522370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're training for State Level, on the 23rd or April.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i have a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i chatted w a couple of people who made my day much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;First i talked to Othniel, it has been a pretty long fair period that we didnt contact w each other.&lt;br /&gt;I first knew him from Miss Lim tuition.&lt;br /&gt;And he was really short, and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously i didnt really take the initiative to get to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i think he's a pretty nice chap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i talked to Colin Gor, :)&lt;br /&gt;He thought i was in Form 5 (!)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, we stopped chatting after a while.&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember why either.&lt;br /&gt;Roflmao.  ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i talked to Patrick Bestie too. :)&lt;br /&gt;He's freaking adorable, please !&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop laughing. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already !&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him for like i cant remember how many hours, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Serb_NRYaUI/AAAAAAAABBw/rJKQtGK_5Bs/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Serb_NRYaUI/AAAAAAAABBw/rJKQtGK_5Bs/s320/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326311388259838274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Serb_LtOjJI/AAAAAAAABBo/f-OFBjVOAE0/s1600-h/fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Serb_LtOjJI/AAAAAAAABBo/f-OFBjVOAE0/s320/fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326311387839761554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Serb-ypWdUI/AAAAAAAABBg/qg-pq_KLF0k/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Serb-ypWdUI/AAAAAAAABBg/qg-pq_KLF0k/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326311381112616258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right ?! (!)&lt;br /&gt;I knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss &lt;u&gt;Brandon Baby&lt;/u&gt;, i wonder how's his competition going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 63px; height: 15px;" src="http://i666.photobucket.com/albums/vv21/Xiiao_Crystal/smile.gif" alt="SMILE Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-5304203063924496614?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5304203063924496614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-in-love-w-my-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5304203063924496614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5304203063924496614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-in-love-w-my-best-friends.html' title='i&amp;#39;m in love w my best friends.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/SeqaJdqMPII/AAAAAAAAA_A/wJriKuXxwBI/s72-c/sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7390160232165170751</id><published>2009-04-17T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>list of topics to blog about.</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, here i am again to apologise for the delayed post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gnna upload and update about a couple of things combined tgther in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;So it'll be a uber long update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look forward to these topics : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❥ &lt;s&gt;Mime Practice at Elyssa's House.&lt;/s&gt; [10/4/09]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;❥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;David Archuleta Concert in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/s&gt; [10/4, 11/4, 12/4]&lt;br /&gt;❥ &lt;s&gt;Choir Competition, District Level at SIGS.&lt;/s&gt; [15/4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;❥&lt;/span&gt; Baby's Basketball National's Competition in Adelaide. [17/4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded as well.&lt;br /&gt;Do stay tune for more juicy stories. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&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/5634740176822327598-7390160232165170751?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7390160232165170751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-of-topics-to-blog-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7390160232165170751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7390160232165170751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-of-topics-to-blog-about.html' title='list of topics to blog about.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-8809328172639015105</id><published>2009-04-09T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm57/irockyouscissors/andrea-4.jpg" alt="David Archuleta Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY START SHOUTING PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO KUALA LUMPUR TO MEET DAVID ARCHULETA.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW ITS LIKE DAMN WEIRD FOR ME TO SAY THIS, BUT I'M ACTUALLY KINDA EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT, BUT WHAT THE HELL ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES WILL BE UP ONLY NEXT WEEK, OR MAYBE THIS SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY BUSY AND I'VE BEEN UNDER A REALLY TIGHT SCHEDULE LATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE BE CONSIDERATE, AYE ?&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE ! (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P/S : THANK YOU VERNESSE FOR ASKING ME OUT TO THIS CONCERT. THANK YOU AUNTY, FOR BUYING THE TICKETS. THANK YOU DAVID FOR COMING TO MALAYSIA. THANK YOU LORD FOR LETTING ME GET IN CHOIR MAIN TEAM COMPETITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-8809328172639015105?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8809328172639015105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-start-shouting-please-im-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8809328172639015105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/8809328172639015105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-start-shouting-please-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-7060014540413739525</id><published>2009-04-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, really short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ) I got into choir competition team (!)&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;3) Tomorrow's a public hoilday, thank you Jesus (!)&lt;br /&gt;4) I'll update some other time, soon ; i promise.&lt;br /&gt;5 ) I skipped Add Maths' tuition today because Erica went to meet David Archuleta in Eluma Complex, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is our 2 moths, 2 week and 2 days anniversary ! I love you baby. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-7060014540413739525?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7060014540413739525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-really-short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7060014540413739525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/7060014540413739525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-really-short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-6914760610372393562</id><published>2009-04-04T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 231px;" src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww140/vavral2/photography/maxair_02.jpg" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ife can be fun if you want it to be.&lt;/span&gt; (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, first and foremost;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to express my heartfelt apologies to those who were waiting anticipatingly for my updates.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so super dee duper long (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep up w homework, choir, church and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not that i wnna complain or whatnot ; but i'm just frustrated that i'm not fully recovered yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me just roaming about without a smile on my face, please question yourself and dont just simply shoot me straight in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still injured.&lt;br /&gt;And its not like i get injured all the time, its just that i need time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;So please, be kinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg is still swollen and its suffering from massive contusions and i doubt it'll heal faster than 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said my leg is severely injured and suggested for me to stay still as much as possible until i'm fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;But how the hell could that ever be possible ?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, face the bloody fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I cannot skip school for two freaking months, can i ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;But, being the far thinker that i am ;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant let that happen, cause i'd be drowning in homework when resume my school life.&lt;br /&gt;Even thinking of it, sends down shivers to my spine.&lt;br /&gt;A big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well give it my all and attend school, even if it means for me to break my bone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, how torturing can life get.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, i just remembered i havent done my homework !&lt;br /&gt;Yay me, i know i'm a genius, like wtf ; just admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get selected for the main team in school choir. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was kinda pissed off at first.&lt;br /&gt;But well, i've gtta take things in my stride.&lt;br /&gt;I've gtta move on (!)&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i dont like choir or anything of that sort, but i really cant stand the fact that i've been looked down upon.&lt;br /&gt;Ever had that feeling ?&lt;br /&gt;You always put me down w nasty remarks that dampens my spirits,&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, i dont know how you do it,&lt;br /&gt;But it really gets to me, deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;That pain even overcomes my passion for singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its in my blood, i just cant fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;And its all thanks to my father who has been a professional singer for 31 years now.&lt;br /&gt;He's the most talented singer in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I love him for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm very proud of his achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, daddykins.&lt;br /&gt;Even when you get me so pissed w the way you blabber non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Even when you scold me so hard, and make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;But i know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;And for that, i love you too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been speaking to Jessie Tan Siew Lynn aka my silly Shifu No.2 (!)&lt;br /&gt;She's so hilarious and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahahahahahahhaahahahaha, and she's my smiling shifu.&lt;br /&gt;Shifu, wan sui !&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i've been speaking to her for umpteen of hours now.&lt;br /&gt;I cant really remember what we've been talking about,&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, i've had fun and she's a really great companion !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, smiling shifu, i certainly hope you get many many many contacts w your new account !&lt;br /&gt;And, happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adding people&lt;/span&gt; ! :)&lt;br /&gt;Lol, dont worry ; i'm also going through the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honoured to be your first MSN friend, again ! :P&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i love you smiling shifu 2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been talking to Joey Woo, and she's also a really nice person.&lt;br /&gt;She's studying in Australia, like thats so not fair ! x(&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking jealous jealous jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, if i was there...&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so great. x)&lt;br /&gt;I can go out w B forever and ever, night and day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Joey for accompanying me,&lt;br /&gt;And also talking crap w me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i still love Barney. :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Matthew Bestie, and now he's living in his own house.&lt;br /&gt;He bought a house, under his brother's name.&lt;br /&gt;That's stupid, isnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;Hookay, he's fucking filthy rich but he's underage to buy a house under his own name.&lt;br /&gt;So he used his brother's name.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to give me a slap on his face and ask him to be realistic (!)&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell, i cant do anything because i'm not his relative, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;But he still listened to my rambling just now. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me, "You're the only girl who really cares for my well-being. All the other girls who wnna go out w me just wants to get the hold on my money. They dont care about me at all. They're selfish bitches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him off in his face, "Why do you think they can get close to you ? Its all because of your selfish and greedy behaviour (!) Do you think they even have the chance to talk to you, if you dont give a hoot about them ? Dont suck up to girls just because they're pretty. Because they'll make good use of you before throwing you away like used toilet paper. Its not worth it. Dont get your heart broken, once too many times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i was a lil harsh to him,&lt;br /&gt;But all that i said was for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;He even said thank you to me for ticking him off like that.&lt;br /&gt;He never knew he was sucha greedy jerk.&lt;br /&gt;So now he knows, i hope he'll change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm really letting doubt get to me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the hell am i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what should i do now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much, yet i dont know if i've misplaced my trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you yet, i dont know if you're cheating on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the words you've said to me ;&lt;br /&gt;And for those i've said to you.&lt;br /&gt;We've promised to stay and stand true,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, through thick and thin we'll hold on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wnna be close to you,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear your heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you whisper those three words into my ears,&lt;br /&gt;While we lay on green grass, under the clear dark blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby,&lt;br /&gt;Until the day we do things together..&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I wont let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happy holidays, my love. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XX&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/5634740176822327598-6914760610372393562?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6914760610372393562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-ife-can-be-fun-if-you-want-it-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6914760610372393562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6914760610372393562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-ife-can-be-fun-if-you-want-it-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww140/vavral2/photography/th_maxair_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1971342835980982977</id><published>2009-04-03T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelovelovelovelove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 178px;" src="http://i576.photobucket.com/albums/ss206/lopkeee/jaki.jpg" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be there for you, this three words i swear to you (!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update after church !&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee Brandon weewee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-1971342835980982977?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1971342835980982977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovelovelovelovelove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1971342835980982977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/1971342835980982977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovelovelovelovelove.html' title='lovelovelovelovelove'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-6460466275072369198</id><published>2009-03-29T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay people will never change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 234px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee43/Daniellerox444/sunandclouds-1.jpg" alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mr Golden Sun, please shower some love on me. {♥}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dont feel like blogging much, today.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's got over me today.&lt;br /&gt;But i just dont feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the weather, maybe its the pain i'm going through now.&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever know ?&lt;br /&gt;Only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling cold and empty.&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm so far away from him.&lt;br /&gt;I wnna fly overseas and meet up w him. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahha, soon soon stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am just being paranoid or is my babe starting to abhor me ?&lt;br /&gt;Babe, i was just having a bit of self defense.&lt;br /&gt;Are you actually pissed with my reaction ?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you practically talking about someone else ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand whats happening around me recently.&lt;br /&gt;Things has been going bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy world, crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a cunty bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mummykins &amp;amp; daddykins.&lt;br /&gt;They did so much for me during the past week when i was kinda dysfunctioned.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks parents !&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Station One last night w parentkins.&lt;br /&gt;We met up w Johnny, but daddykins mistook him for a singer.&lt;br /&gt;Lols, it was sucha hilarious moment.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Parentkins are so cute when they bicker w each other.&lt;br /&gt;They look like two small kids and they practically sound like kids too.&lt;br /&gt;But their tender love for each other is just unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see them so lovey-dovey together.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel happy to have a happy and perfect family.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my brotherkins so much.&lt;br /&gt;But he'll be back rather soon, for a rather long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i hope things will go on smoothly. :)&lt;br /&gt;No more quarrels, i must say ! :)&lt;br /&gt;{ ♥ }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing more to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, babyboo. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;XX&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/5634740176822327598-6460466275072369198?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6460466275072369198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/gay-people-will-never-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6460466275072369198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/6460466275072369198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/gay-people-will-never-change.html' title='Gay people will never change.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-5653388252576957962</id><published>2009-03-29T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a love story, :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sc8vSPS4hXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/cJ1Aep71NuY/s1600-h/smile-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sc8vSPS4hXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/cJ1Aep71NuY/s320/smile-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318521675337729394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i699.photobucket.com/albums/vv352/tiki_islas/LOVE%20QUOTES/Smile.jpg" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm135/CindiLouWho07/CuTe%20LoVe%20QuOtEs%20AnD%20iCoNs/thhappy.jpg" alt="Happy Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh207/gothicchik28/Quotes.gif" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh57/hurley_117/love_quotes-1.jpg" alt="thinking of you Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn19/girly_girl_graphics/Quotes%20or%20Sayings/14703-23-2009.png" alt="Love Quote Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm95/Brooke_Babee_xo/Love%20Quotes/abe.jpg" alt="Babe Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634740176822327598-5653388252576957962?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5653388252576957962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5653388252576957962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/5653388252576957962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-love-story.html' title='Its a love story, :)'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sc8vSPS4hXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/cJ1Aep71NuY/s72-c/smile-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-33059921091544564</id><published>2009-03-27T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidkia, just shut up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z61/gorgeous_gangster13/smile.jpg" alt="smile Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although all odds are against you, just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you actually take me for a fool ?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were nice, but i guess whatever i thought of you was just fake.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're no other from other bitches who have millions of faces to show the world.&lt;br /&gt;Be original, come on.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, whats the use of you decieving me ? Do you actually think i would get duped ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as stupid as you reckon me to be.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to give you face,&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me blow my top and scream right in your bitchy cunty face alright ?&lt;br /&gt;Just shut the fuck up, please.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be doing everyone a good favour by doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh, you selfless idiotic bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hint : I know who's the passerby. I've banned him/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S : It's my blog please. Have some dignity and shut up, mmkay. I know who you are because of the IP address. Think before doing anything, next time. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sczgh0BeWxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/o_05o_ftDIo/s1600-h/DSC03311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sczgh0BeWxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/o_05o_ftDIo/s320/DSC03311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317872131522845458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, beloved twinnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleen Sim, i love you deep deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&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/5634740176822327598-33059921091544564?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/33059921091544564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidkia-just-shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/33059921091544564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/33059921091544564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidkia-just-shut-up.html' title='stupidkia, just shut up.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/Sczgh0BeWxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/o_05o_ftDIo/s72-c/DSC03311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-461505142637906612</id><published>2009-03-25T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f-king stairs, sprained ankle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii238/rini852/Donotfalldownstairs.gif" alt="Fall Down Stairs Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Or you'd suffer like how i am suffering now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay peeps, i'm gnna start cursing and screaming in the midst of typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;I cant walk,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm lame.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;  {literally lame, i cant walk, wtf}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my fucking ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been claiming that life would be nice if they could take some time off w extra holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But as for me, i'm secretly hoping to get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Though, i have to admit that i enjoy sleeping in up till noon time, but being partially paralysed isnt a thing you'd wnna wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the hyperactive one, it's a rather tough challenge for me to just lay in bed for almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;The only time i'm able to force myself to walk, is during lunch hour and bathing time.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even have the ability to walk at home, what more going up th staircases in school.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont wnna imagine the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who are still lost and wondering what the hell i'm blabbering about,&lt;br /&gt;Here, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I woke up as usual with a big smile on my face. It never gets outta place. :) Then, i got dressed and went to school w Qing Ling darling. We reached school as usual. Walked up the staircases as usual and headed to the Form Four block, where our classes are located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the classroom, i remember talking to Karbin before going out. On the way out, i stopped and talked to Xuannii for a couple of moments. That was when i went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was happy and wanted to meet Hamsha, just to make some laughter before going for assembly. I thought i landed my feet on the step, but i was wrong. I, then fell down. Fell so hard against the concrete ground. Landing on my knee, having my ankle to hit against the stair edge. You cant never imagine the impact caused. I was in deep sharp pain, when i saw Hephzibah, Kirthi, Devi and the rest. They offered help, but i declined as i thought i would be alright after sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sat down on the steps, alone. I even greeted a couple of people who walked past me, with a smile. I suddenly felt a overwhelming pain at my ankle. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I couldnt take the pain any longer. So i shouted to Sharon, "Get me a St Johner. I'm injured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i felt so many people asking me, "Are you okay, are you okay ?". I remember i heard Erica, Lee Yue, Jolynn, Sharon and a couple other people. And then help came from Shereena and Qingling. Thank God for them ! They treated my leg. Applied cold pressure on my contusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, then rang mummykins up. And after a couple of minutes, daddykins came to take me home. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i left out alot of parts in between.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant finish typing it tday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping / resting / hibernating . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S : Thanks t those who showed concern. I'm recovering already. See you all soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, walk the steps w caution. :)&lt;br /&gt;Love lots  xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XX&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/5634740176822327598-461505142637906612?l=x-sharlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/461505142637906612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/f-king-stairs-sprained-ankle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/461505142637906612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634740176822327598/posts/default/461505142637906612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-sharlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/f-king-stairs-sprained-ankle.html' title='f-king stairs, sprained ankle.'/><author><name>Sharlyn Xaviera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333991970443701842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwv0L79Mj10/Svkspb41ajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jIFMNXUtQX4/S220/IMG_4939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634740176822327598.post-1531160586629446336</id><published>2009-03-22T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:15:49.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hamsha babi's super sweet sixteen.</title><content type='html'>Here i am to blog about my dear Hamsha babi's sweet sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;It was really really fun and i loved every moment of what we did yesterday. :-)&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun last yesterday lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we headed off to Station One, Pelangi.&lt;br /&gt;Daddykins dropped me off there, then he went to Plaza Pelangi to get his groceries done.&lt;br /&gt;Hamsha and Geetha was there, and they were waiting for me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I was late, thanks to daddykins.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were there and we camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny saw me and even asked where was Daddykins,&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he wasnt coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered our beverages and food first, while waiting for Hui Yee to come.&lt;br /&gt;We then recieved a call from Hui Yee, asking about the location of Station One.&lt;br /&gt;And so she arrived in less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Then we started eating and camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamsha babi took the tab for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babi, i love you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;The bill came up to about RM 100 and she paid without feeling a pinch in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCodvNW7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/0oW1gl3-XEo/s1600-h/DSC05006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCodvNW7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/0oW1gl3-XEo/s320/DSC05006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315939304358108082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Me, acting cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCoUti24I/AAAAAAAAA9I/0EQGWlNx5Dk/s1600-h/DSC05019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCoUti24I/AAAAAAAAA9I/0EQGWlNx5Dk/s320/DSC05019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315939301935209346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Geetha &amp;amp; Sharlyn's Chocolate Smoothie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCoIaG99I/AAAAAAAAA9A/LEwU8gnC92o/s1600-h/DSC05028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCoIaG99I/AAAAAAAAA9A/LEwU8gnC92o/s320/DSC05028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315939298632464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;My Tomyam Soup, my lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I played my cards rather well.&lt;br /&gt;I duped my dad into sending us to Leisure Mall.&lt;br /&gt;All four of us girls squeezed into my Purple Bug.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun ride, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;The guys at the WiMax booth located just outside Station One, were looking at us in awe.&lt;br /&gt;They looked so shocked, yet happy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked into Leisure Mall, laughing and talking crap. :)&lt;br /&gt;We went up, right away.&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking to the bowling alley, a sunglasses stall caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to replace my shades so badly.&lt;br /&gt;But i tagged along w the rest to the bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;But to our dismay, it was closed due to a private competition being held there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feeling disheartened..&lt;br /&gt;We walked away ; heading towards the sunnies stall.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped there and started fooling around w all the shades.&lt;br /&gt;Trying it on, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually made up my mind, on my choice.&lt;br /&gt;And i bought it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the babes were also trying to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;Then they followed suit, after selecting a suitable one ; they purchased it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCniuz_yI/AAAAAAAAA84/nOMlGPqimE0/s1600-h/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCniuz_yI/AAAAAAAAA84/nOMlGPqimE0/s320/DSC05029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315939288518754082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Me &amp;amp; Hamsha trying on shades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went over to Pretty Kyoto. :)&lt;br /&gt;We took neoprints. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was so cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;I love the neoprints alot ! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYIRVdvgTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c8W47BHyG7M/s1600-h/NEOPRINT%28%28x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYIRVdvgTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c8W47BHyG7M/s320/NEOPRINT%28%28x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315945504070140210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCLpwHO9I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ehANpM12PO4/s1600-h/DSC05034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCLpwHO9I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ehANpM12PO4/s320/DSC05034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938809366920146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCLe_XoUI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LKf0xI_4Zhw/s1600-h/DSC05036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCLe_XoUI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LKf0xI_4Zhw/s320/DSC05036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938806478119234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCLeol_cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DqdQR3eeNY0/s1600-h/DSC05037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCLeol_cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DqdQR3eeNY0/s320/DSC05037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938806382591426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After neoprints, we went over to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Hamsha dared me to a game of Daytona w her.&lt;br /&gt;And so i did.&lt;br /&gt;For a first-timer after such a long time, i think i drove pretty stable.&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, the god damn steering wheel can come out one lor.&lt;br /&gt;Sibeh duilian, \m/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCK8Je6jI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/n9NpLiA6JVI/s1600-h/DSC05041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCK8Je6jI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/n9NpLiA6JVI/s320/DSC05041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938797125298738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCKwc9asI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/cz5oc-0SNgc/s1600-h/DSC05043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYCKwc9asI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/cz5oc-0SNgc/s320/DSC05043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938793985764034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yours Truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then we went back to get our printed Neos.&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs cause Hui Yee wanted to get something.&lt;br /&gt;So I bought an Ice Blended Chocolate Bubble Tea.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then Geetha started snapping pics of me.&lt;br /&gt;Lol !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYBSkvId0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/SzlrIuPajGU/s1600-h/DSC05046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYBSkvId0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/SzlrIuPajGU/s320/DSC05046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315937828768085826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYBSQb2ltI/AAAAAAAAA8A/i1wwLaLBRbg/s1600-h/DSC05048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYBSQb2ltI/AAAAAAAAA8A/i1wwLaLBRbg/s320/DSC05048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315937823318513362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent Hui Yee off to the taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw Celline ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Wheeets.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back up.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking aimlessly and then we finally decided to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;But we didnt have a suitable place to do so.&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to the popcorn station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYBSK8eK2I/AAAAAAAAA74/8iqzy71WdWI/s1600-h/DSC05051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScYBSK8eK2I/AAAAAAAAA74/8iqzy71WdWI/s320/DSC05051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315937821844712290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX_PGA7NjI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Rfp_iOJgf14/s1600-h/DSC05055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX_PGA7NjI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Rfp_iOJgf14/s320/DSC05055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315935569958352434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Wahlao, i so engrossed w my bubble tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX_O87utkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iHoNnglfIng/s1600-h/DSC05061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX_O87utkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iHoNnglfIng/s320/DSC05061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315935567520642626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX_OS_oIhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/FNfeZCaO2-E/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX_OS_oIhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/FNfeZCaO2-E/s320/DSC05080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315935556262699538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i wanted to release all the liquid that i took in earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, go there also kena ambil gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX9U2z-FWI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Lkkq3bqMUnI/s1600-h/DSC05086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX9U2z-FWI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Lkkq3bqMUnI/s320/DSC05086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315933469933442402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to the loo, we hanged out outside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Then i suggested that we camwhored there.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i saw no one in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX9UiPZ7-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/vy0VNE0hSVM/s1600-h/DSC05088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX9UiPZ7-I/AAAAAAAAA7I/vy0VNE0hSVM/s320/DSC05088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315933464411369442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX9Usp5eAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/KXI99uF860o/s1600-h/DSC05089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX9Usp5eAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/KXI99uF860o/s320/DSC05089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315933467206842370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly &amp;amp; Hamsha babi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6u75MVCI/AAAAAAAAA64/HkX-yLQtnlY/s1600-h/DSC05090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6u75MVCI/AAAAAAAAA64/HkX-yLQtnlY/s320/DSC05090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930619439240226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;We snapped random pics w the public phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went back to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Pei Ting, again. :)&lt;br /&gt;This time, she was w her barely one year old cousin.&lt;br /&gt;He's super adorable !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6unEEgvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HlnGDlmlAqw/s1600-h/DSC05102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6unEEgvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HlnGDlmlAqw/s320/DSC05102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930613847720690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Pardon my cartoon face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6uoMZrPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/G_Ku20UyGG8/s1600-h/DSC05103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6uoMZrPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/G_Ku20UyGG8/s320/DSC05103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930614151097586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Candid moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6uIlVnEI/AAAAAAAAA6g/TDR4G0Zv6_M/s1600-h/DSC05105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX6uIlVnEI/AAAAAAAAA6g/TDR4G0Zv6_M/s320/DSC05105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315930605665754178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wahlao, so emo can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was then,&lt;br /&gt;I saw my parents.&lt;br /&gt;They were gnna watch the same movie as us.&lt;br /&gt;"Race to Witch Mountain".&lt;br /&gt;It was not bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think Seth is cuteeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX47iZYoWI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/aJh3Abbenfc/s1600-h/DSC05112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cscg_5qk_-w/ScX47iZYoWI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/aJh3Abbenfc/s320/DSC05112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315928636909986146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;In the cinema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we headed to McDonalds to lepak.&lt;br /&gt;Mummykins &amp;amp; Daddykins were at the hypermarket, buying some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So i ate a 
